A car accident, our family of three crossed

Chapter 293 The trump card

Hang Shuheng has been a bit busy lately. He goes out almost every day and sometimes doesn't even come back for lunch.

I just came back from outside today and found out that my wife had done such a big thing quietly. She must have worried a lot!

He teased, "What, you want to be a matchmaker?"

Song Ning felt a little embarrassed and patted him on the back, "What matchmaker? Don't talk nonsense. I just made some reasonable suggestions."

Hang Shuheng did not continue to joke with her, but gave her a small box.

"What is this?"

"open to take a look."

Song Ning opened the box and exclaimed, "Where did all these banknotes come from?" Then she suddenly looked at him with a gloomy face, "Did you go to the gambling house again?"

Hang Shuheng held his forehead in silence, denied it immediately, and then explained where the banknote came from, "Have you forgotten your contribution to Jubao Pavilion?"

Song Ning was stunned. She had to admit that she had never taken these things to heart.

"You mean this is a dividend? There's so much in just the first month?" She counted carefully and found that there was actually five thousand taels in it. She almost dropped her jaw in shock.

"Well, this is just the account settled by Pingyang County. In the future, when these styles are popularized and put on the shelves of Jubao Pavilions across the country, the dividends we can get will be even higher."

Not to mention her, even Hang Shuheng was shocked when he first got the bill.

It turns out that no matter at any time or in any place, we should not underestimate the spending power of rich people.

His wife makes so much money, which makes people envious and jealous. What should he do since this makes him seem a little useless?

"From now on, you will be the God of Wealth in our family. I guess we have to worship you, put some fruits on the table, and burn incense to worship you every day."

"Not serious." Song Ning rolled his eyes at him, then closed the box and pushed it to him, "Take this money. You will need money a lot when you open a workshop in the future."

"No need, you can keep the money you earned. I have enough money here." He pushed the box back.

"Okay, I'll keep it. If you need money, come and ask me for it."

Song Ning didn't argue with him. He took the box of banknotes back to the house and hid it in the secret compartment.

Once she became a wealthy woman, Song Ning generously donated money. In the afternoon, she asked Xu to buy more meat and vegetables to supplement the young men's meals.

Then, she exchanged a lot of small change and gave each worker one or two taels of silver as a reward for their hard work over the past month. Even the young men in the village received this hard work fee.

At first, they were embarrassed to ask for it, but Song Ning would not let them refuse. "I treat everyone equally. Everyone will get it. As long as you work hard, I will give you monthly wages every month after the workshop is established."

There is no reason to let the donkey grind the mill without letting it eat grass. That is something only a ruthless capitalist would do.

The most excited people were Chen Laoer and his group. Originally, as servants, they did not receive any reward no matter how much they worked for their master.

But now, the lady, thinking of their hard work, actually gave them hard work pay. How could they not be excited?

Today, they live a fulfilling life with meat for every meal and money to earn. They can only work harder for their master to live up to his expectations of them.

Several young men in the village went home at night and took out the one or two taels of silver and placed them in front of the whole family. The situation of each family was almost the same, and they were almost blinded by the one or two taels of silver.

Unexpectedly, they went there to learn a craft and yet they could get so much money.

Hang Shuheng and his wife were really generous, they gave one tael of silver at a time. Is there anyone in the village who can earn one tael of silver a month by working outside? Obviously no one.

In fact, Song Ning originally wanted to give more, but was stopped by Hang Shuheng.

It's not that she didn't understand the principle of being grateful for a little bit of money and resenting a big bit of money, but the sudden huge sum of money that fell from the sky made her feel so overwhelmed that she wished she could be a fairy who gave away money.

The next day, Hang Shuheng went out as usual and took Zhou Yin to visit Lord Jiang again.

When they knocked on the door, the person who opened the door was still the same middle-aged man from that day. When he saw them, his attitude was still lukewarm and he advised them not to waste their time.

However, this time, Hang Shuheng came prepared.

He took out a booklet and handed it to the middle-aged man, "Please give this booklet to Mr. Jiang for review. I only hope to meet Mr. Jiang."

The middle-aged man took the booklet, hesitated for a moment, asked them to wait here, and then closed the door and left like last time.

Zhou Yin was somewhat curious about what book Hang Shuheng gave him, "Hang Tongsheng, what did you give him?"

"Atlas." Hang Shuheng raised his lips slightly, full of confidence.

He believed that anyone who liked carpentry could not resist the drawings he drew.

Sure enough, not long after, the door opened again and the middle-aged man came back.

He looked at Hang Shuheng with a look of deep scrutiny in his eyes, "Come in with me!"

"Thank you." Hang Shuheng bowed to him.

At this moment, Zhou Yin was even more curious about what Hang Shuheng had drawn that could make that stubborn old man give in.

He glanced towards Hang Shuheng and asked with his eyes: Hang Tongsheng, what killer move did you use?

Hang Shuheng smiled without saying anything and followed the middle-aged man into the house.

Along the way, the middle-aged man didn't say a word, so Hang Shuheng and the others could only follow him silently.

Until they arrived at a side courtyard, they saw from afar an old man sitting leisurely in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, reading the picture album that Hang Shuheng had given to the middle-aged man.

That rocking chair looked so familiar. Hang Shuheng could tell at a glance that it was a version with other adjustments made based on the original primary version.

When he arrived, Hang Shuheng bowed and said, "Junior greets Mr. Jiang."

The old man's eyes moved from the album to Hang Shuheng, his eyes also scrutinizing, "Young man, where did you get this album? If you give me a price, I am willing to buy it."

"I am not talented, but all the drawings in this album were drawn by me."

"What did you say?" The old man stood up from the rocking chair, holding the album and walked to Hang Shuheng, a little unbelievable, "You said this album was drawn by you?"

"Exactly."