Chapter 22: You're So Kind!

TL: Etude

The boss quickly brought over the cigarettes and then collected the money.

"Boss, I'd like to inquire about something."

Chen Jianghai opened the pack of cigarettes and offered one to the boss.

The boss accepted the cigarette, smilingly asked, "What's up?"

Chen Jianghai pointed to the shop next door and questioned, "This shop is in such a good location, why is it left empty?"

"Oh, that one!"

The boss exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "It was still open last month! But the business suffered losses and shut down."

Chen Jianghai inquired, "Is it available for rent then?"

"I'm not too sure about that, I've never met the landlord," the boss responded.

Chen Jianghai nodded his head, understanding the inconvenience of an era without telephones and the internet.

Despite a suitable shop being right before his eyes, Chen Jianghai had no idea how to start.

In the end, Chen Jianghai asked the boss to keep an eye out and inquire if the landlord showed up whether the shop was for rent.

The boss was initially hesitant, but after Chen Jianghai offered another cigarette, he agreed happily.

After wandering around for the afternoon and buying groceries, just as Chen Jianghai reached his doorstep, he saw someone squatting in front of his house.

The person had their back to Chen Jianghai, and with the evening light fading, he couldn't discern who it was.

Chen Jianghai stepped back slightly, placed the groceries on the ground, and then asked, "Who's there?"

Upon hearing the voice, the person turned around abruptly, "Jianghai, is that you? I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Upon closer inspection, Chen Jianghai realized it was his neighbor, Fu Qiang, who had come over to watch television that afternoon.

"What are you doing at my door?" Chen Jianghai asked with raised eyebrows.

Fu Qiang flashed a toothy grin and said: "Jianghai, I was just wondering, if I buy a broken TV, can you fix it here?"

"If it's a minor issue, I can fix it, but for major problems, I'd advise you not to buy it. Even if it can be fixed, it won't be cheap. It might end up costing more than a new one," Chen Jianghai truthfully replied.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qiang's face fell with disappointment, and he lamented, "Why can't I find a TV for forty bucks?"

"If there's nothing else, I need to start cooking," Chen Jianghai didn't pay him much attention.

Chen Jianghai had no significant connection with this person in his previous life, and naturally, he didn't feel like saying much at this time.

With disappointment, Fu Qiang left, but Chen Jianghai's heart remained undisturbed, and he began to focus on cooking dinner.

While dinner was halfway done, Lin Wanqiu came back.

"Yo, Wanqiu, what's with all these big and small bags?"

Chen Jianghai, holding a dish, had just noticed the bags Lin Wanqiu had put down.

Lin Wanqiu smoothed her hair and smiled, "They're clothes for you, you haven't bought any in a long time."

Chen Jianghai waved his hand and said, "Hey, what do I need clothes for? You should buy more for yourself."

"You already bought me clothes last time, so it's time to get some for you too. Come on, try them on," Lin Wanqiu beckoned.

Chen Jianghai paused for a moment, then walked over to try on the clothes, and couldn't help saying, "Baby, you're so kind!"

Hearing Chen Jianghai's words, Lin Wanqiu's face turned red all at once.

For some reason, every time Chen Jianghai flirted, Lin Wanqiu couldn't help but blush.

It was simply that in this era, the affection between husband and wife was more subtle, not as straightforward as Chen Jianghai's.

"By the way, is the TV set up yet?" Lin Wanqiu's heart was fluttering, and she hastily changed the subject.

Chen Jianghai pointed at the television on the cabinet, "It's been ready for a while now. You can watch it just by turning it on."

"Let me see!"

Lin Wanqiu, brimming with excitement, approached the television and turned it on without delay.

"People bury flowers and laugh at the mad; next year, who will bury me?" the classic song "Burial of the Flowers" from the TV series "Dream of the Red Chamber" echoed from the television.

Lin Wanqiu's gaze was instantly captivated by the screen, as she watched transfixed.

Chen Jianghai watched her for a moment with a slight smile and then turned to go serve the rice in the kitchen.

By the time it was dinner, Lin Wanqiu was still staring unblinkingly at the television, almost forgetting to eat the rice in her bowl.

Chen Jianghai had no choice but to stand up and turn the television off.

"Why did you do that? I was really getting into it!" Lin Wanqiu frowned.

Chen Jianghai pointed at the dishes and said, "You still watching? The food is getting cold. Finish eating and then you can continue watching!"

Lin Wanqiu gave Chen Jianghai a look and then hurriedly sped up her eating.

After she finished eating, Lin Wanqiu threw her chopsticks down and rushed to turn on the TV again.

Chen Jianghai chuckled, "What? Not washing the dishes?"

"You do it!"

After saying this, Lin Wanqiu continued to watch the television intently, completely ignoring Chen Jianghai.

Chen Jianghai couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, resigned to tidying up the dishes and heading into the kitchen.

Well, with the TV around, who needs a husband!

...

Three days later, Chen Jianghai finally finished assembling and refurbishing all the old radios he had on hand.

Looking at the dozen or so radios on the table, Chen Jianghai felt a great sense of accomplishment.

These would bring in a substantial income once sold.

Soon, he would have enough seed money to open a repair shop on Pozijie Street.

Just as he was thinking about opening the shop, Fang Aiguo's voice came from outside.

"Brother Hai, are you home?"

"I'm here."

Chen Jianghai went out to see Fang Aiguo on a tricycle, drenched in sweat, and couldn't help but smile, inviting him inside.

"Brother Hai, are the radios ready?"

An excited Fang Aiguo wiped his sweat and asked.

"There, all here, take them away!" Chen Jianghai pointed at the radios on the table.

Fang Aiguo's eyes lit up, "So many, no problem, I've got the equipment ready, haha!"

Looking at the radios on the table, he saw them as stacks of banknotes with the scent of ink.

Chen Jianghai casually asked, "By the way, Aiguo, your parents won't object to you doing this, will they?"

"How could they!"

Fang Aiguo shook his head, "They're happy I can make my own money!"

Chen Jianghai nodded and then suggested, "Actually, you could store the goods in your parents' shop. That way, you have time to go out and find buyers."

Hearing Chen Jianghai's suggestion, Fang Aiguo's eyes brightened, and he hurriedly agreed: "Right, right, you're correct, this is like indirect advertising! Hey! Look at this pig brain of mine, why didn't I think of that?!"

As he spoke, he even knocked on his head.

It had to be said, when it came to sales, Fang Aiguo truly had inherited the genes from his merchant parents. He had a real talent. Chen Jianghai only hinted a little, and he had already grasped the essentials.

Chen Jianghai couldn't help but tease him, saying, "Aiguo, don't sell yourself short. Whether the goods sell well or not is all up to you now!"

Fang Aiguo laughed heartily in response to Chen Jianghai's banter.

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