madnovel 3: The mother's cries
3: The mother's cries
Han Wen easily won over Zhou Ning with his talent, looks, temperament, tragic background, and sincere emotions.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief after carrying the suitcase upstairs and tidying everything up.
Once you've solved the problem of where to stay, everything else will be easier.
As for work? Ha! He makes it sound nice, like he's just there to work.
I have skills and abilities, and I am a person who has been reborn. How could I possibly work for someone else?
He'll never work for someone else in his life. At most, he'll have to find a way to become his own boss after a few days.
Let bygones be bygones in his past life. In this life, he not only wants to be a business tycoon, but also a godfather in the entertainment industry!
"Have you packed everything?" Zhou Ning asked with a smile as he saw Han Wen coming downstairs.
"I'm all packed." Han Wen nodded. "Sister Ning, thank you for taking me in."
"I value talent and don't want to miss out. Besides, I was indeed somewhat moved by your background."
"If I don't help you, I feel I won't be able to let it go. I might regret it later." Zhou Ning smiled and explained, "Unfortunately, this shop isn't mine; it belongs to my mother."
Therefore, I can only agree to take you in temporarily, but I cannot directly promise you a job.
But don't worry, I know my mother's personality. If I insist, she shouldn't have any objections.
After all, she was so busy with work that she just opened the shop for fun and didn't really put much effort into it.
I had no choice; I was on holiday and had nothing to do at home, so she conscripted me.
To be honest, I'd rather not watch the shop for her; there's no benefit in it.
I'm going home now to tell her about it. Don't worry, just wait for my good news tomorrow.
"You're going home right now, leaving me here all alone? I'm from out of town, aren't you worried I'll take all the shop's belongings and run away?" Han Wen was stunned, somewhat taken aback, and utterly speechless: "We've only just met, and you trust me that much?"
"Trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust." Zhou Ning nodded, his expression and tone very serious. As he spoke, he handed the keys to Han Wen: "There are only two typewriters in this shop, they're not worth much. You can move them if you want, it doesn't matter."
But if I catch you, you're dead meat.
However, I trust my judgment and intuition; you are not the kind of person who would be greedy for small gains or take crooked paths.
Besides, I can't type, and I don't want to entertain guests. Staying here would only be boring and probably cause more trouble. In that case, I'd rather go home.
Didn't you say you can do everything? If guests come, just try to serve them.
The change is in the drawer; you can get change. The price list is on the wall; just charge according to the prices on it.
Don't wander around at night, lest something happen. You're new here and don't know anyone. If I'm not here, there's no one to protect or take care of you.
Han Wen felt that what Zhou Ning said made a lot of sense, so he nodded and took the key she handed him.
"Bye-bye, Han Wen, see you tomorrow." Zhou Ning finished speaking, turned around and left, his manner decisive and efficient.
"Sister Ning, wait a minute," Han Wen suddenly called out.
Zhou Ning stopped, turned around, and looked at Han Wen with a surprised expression.
Han Wen took out his ID card and graduation certificate from his pocket and handed them to the other person.
"Hanwen, what do you mean by this?" Zhou Ning was even more surprised.
"A contract of servitude," Han Wen joked. "Sister Ning, even though I know you trust me a lot, I still need to prove that I truly deserve your trust."
"Hey kid, why are you taking this so seriously?" Zhou Ning understood what Han Wen meant and shook his head with a smile: "No need, really no need."
"Sister Ning, take it. Keep it with you for now, consider it safekeeping for me." Han Wen insisted, "Time will tell, and I will use my integrity to get these documents back."
"Okay, fine, Hanwen, you're great." Zhou Ning nodded, took the documents, put the graduation certificate in his pocket, and handed the ID card back: "I'm taking the graduation certificate, you keep the ID card."
"You'll be busy and constantly on the go from now on, and you won't be able to get by without your identification."
"Okay." Han Wen nodded without refusing. He walked to the door and waited for the other person to ride away on their bicycle before returning to the shop.
The huge store was completely empty, which made Han Wen feel rather bored and uncomfortable.
He put away his keys and ID card, walked to the typewriter, and started typing while looking at the price list on the wall.
Typing in Chinese only: 3.5-5 yuan per 1000 characters. Typing in English letters: 2.5-3 yuan per 1000 letters. The prices are really not cheap.
In addition, there are charges for typesetting, copying, proofreading, expedited service, mimeographing, binding, and door-to-door pickup and delivery.
In addition, modifications, polishing, capitalization, complex formulas, and delivery/pickup distance can all be charged separately.
After a simple calculation, Han Wen realized just how profitable it is to open a typing shop these days.
Build-a-computer and repair services are actually extremely profitable, far more so than typing.
Because while technology is valuable, knowledge is even more capable of creating wealth.
If you possess knowledge, master skills, and seize opportunities, who else but you will become wealthy?
Han Wen decided that he would start his journey to wealth from here. However, to achieve financial freedom, he would probably have to go to Shanghai.
Han Wen was naturally not going to miss this once-in-a-century opportunity to get rich quick. So, what he needed to do now was save money, save money, save money like crazy.
The more he saves now, the more capital he'll have in the future, and the more he can earn. Therefore, his time is really running out; time is of the essence.
According to Han Qingyan's original plan, Han Wen was supposed to visit her friends first after arriving in Jinghua City.
That way, if anything happens to Han Wen, there will be someone to help him.
Unfortunately, Han Wen simply doesn't have the time or energy for this right now. He has to postpone these matters.
After considering this, he remembered to call his mother to let her know he was safe.
Han Wen put down what he was doing, got up, locked the door, and strode towards the public phone booth in the distance.
He was lucky; the phone in the phone booth happened to be free. After telling the operator his hometown's area code and his mother's workplace phone number, the call was quickly connected.
"Mom, I've arrived in Jinghua City. I had a safe journey, don't worry." Han Wen took the phone and shouted into the receiver.
"Wenwen, Wenwen, it really is Wenwen, Wenwen..." Han Qingyan heard her son's voice coming from thousands of miles away, and as she spoke, she suddenly burst into tears.
Han Wen suddenly fell silent, tightly covering the microphone to his ear. Listening to his mother's crying, he suddenly wanted to smoke, drink, go back, and be with his mother.
After all, in both their past and present lives, the mother and son have been separated for many years, haven't seen each other, and haven't been together for a long time.
Just days after his rebirth, he left his mother. Although he was mentally an old man, he couldn't control himself and burst into tears.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" The guard couldn't help but ask after noticing Han Wen's unusual behavior.
Long-distance calls are expensive, and most people simply can't afford to make them, nor do they have the money.
Han Wen didn't answer, continuing to listen to his mother's sobbing on the other end of the phone. Let his mother cry if she wants to, because he was also silently shedding tears.
What's money? I'll make my share in this lifetime. But he wanted to listen carefully to his mother's cries.
But I hope this is the only time in my life. Never again, never again.
Time passed, and Han Qingyan finally stopped crying.
She sobbed as she explained apologetically, "Wenwen, this is the first time you've ever been away from your mother. I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
But Mom is really worried, scared, and regrets letting you run so far away alone.
You must take good care of yourself, call your mother often, don't let her worry, and come back soon.
"Okay," Han Wen replied.