Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 345 Your Nephew is a Monster

Chapter 345: Chapter 345 Your Nephew is a Monster

By the time Zhong Shaoqing returned to the venue, Song Yunuan was waiting for them.

She had gone to the financial center of the trade fair, completed all the procedures, and cashed out one million.

Five hundred thousand was deposited into Xia Xindong’s bankbook, and the other five hundred thousand was transferred into Beidu Import and Export Trading Company.

Song Yunuan looked at the company’s big red seal. Haha, now that the company had both money and goods, who would dare to call it a shell company anymore?

Zhong Shaoqing wasn’t interested in that batch of goods, but Song Yunuan saved fifty thousand worth of goods for him. She collected the rest.

This was purely a money-binding game.

But after next year, there wouldn’t be so many good items anymore.

Small collectibles didn’t hold as much value as larger ones.

Especially a standing clock carved out of an entire tree.

Song Yunuan thought to herself, if one day the factory manager saw this big floor clock, wouldn’t he want to curse someone out?

When evening came, Gu Huai’an arrived.

He came with Xiao Wu.

Outside, Gu Huai’an’s car was parked.

Little Asheng’s eyes sparkled as he pounced towards Gu Huai’an.

Xia Xindong hooked the corner of his mouth.

The little brat, truly a case of whoever milks him is his mother.

Just now he was saying he wanted to share a bed with him tonight.

But the moment he turned his head, he forgot about him.

Xia Xindong clenched his hand. Who could have thought that the wooden box Asheng had given him would actually come in handy?

In the workshop, Han Chen sensed that Little Nuan wasn’t there and was preparing to come out.

At that moment, he hesitated. It might be good if he came out; he could take the opportunity to merge with him.

If persuasion wouldn’t work, he’d talk him into it, using Little Nuan to scare him at the right time.

But he was also a bit worried; if the merger failed and it resulted in Shangguan Heng’s death, it would be a loss too great to compensate for.

The good days were just beginning, and he wouldn’t let him ruin everything.

Who would have thought that Han Chen was so eager to come out and kill Shangguan Heng.

Shangguan Heng deserved to die, but he couldn’t die now, not here, and not at his hand.

Especially not with Gu Huai’an, who, despite being so busy with work, still took the time to support Little Nuan outside the meeting room, all to make things go more smoothly for what she wanted to do.

He had to admit, it was more relaxed with Gu Huai’an around.

Therefore, even with personal grievances, he tried as much as possible not to disturb unrelated people.

Just as he was trying hard to control Han Chen from coming out, his hand touched the wooden box in his pocket.

A feeling of unspeakable coolness spread from the palm of his hand. His mind cleared up instantly, and after Han Chen cursed, deeming his nephew a monster, he disappeared.

Now he had gone back into hiding.

But he wasn’t in a hurry. If this continued, either Han Chen would surface again, or he would gradually disappear.

Either way, it was a relief to him.

At this moment, Song Yunuan also walked up to the car. Gu Huai’an was going to take her out for a stroll.

At the gate, only Xia Xindong remained.

Song Liang and Deputy County Mayor Zhao had gone to take care of some business.

Even if he were there, Song Liang wouldn’t stop her from going.

Although he felt a bit unhappy about it, he had to admit, Huai’an was an exceptionally outstanding young man.

He watched as Asheng, wiggling his chubby butt, climbed into the car, then he said to Gu Huai’an, "I need to talk to Old Mr. Gong about something. You guys go have fun but come back early."

Gu Huai’an smiled and accepted, then got into the car and left the hotel entrance.

The car merged into the traffic as Gu Huai’an apologized to Asheng, "I have to leave Nan City tomorrow morning and can’t take you to the zoo, but when you come to Beidu, I’ll take you to Beidu’s zoo."

The trade fair was quite far from the zoo, and it would take over three hours to get there by several bus transfers.

Driving there would be best.

Little Asheng: "Big brother, I might go to Beidu with my sister."

Gu Huai’an glanced at Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan: "Yes, it’s not a possibility, it’s for certain. I also have something to discuss with you, if you’re interested you can participate, if not, then forget it."

Gu Huai’an said, "Tell me, I’ll listen."

Song Yunuan told Gu Huai’an about using Zhong Shaoqing’s name to corner the market on fragrant rosewood through Beidu Import and Export Trading Company.

The car drove smoothly along.

Asheng wasn’t interested and pressed his face against the window to look at the lights outside.

His eyes were filled with wonder, and although it wasn’t his first time seeing them, it was his first time seeing so many neon lights that looked like stars.

Gu Huai’an heard Little Nuan’s inner thoughts.

He glanced at Asheng without a trace, who probably couldn’t hear them.

Xiao Wu was even less likely to hear them.

He thought that it might have to do with the fact that the subject of these inner thoughts was him.

[It’s just not possible to tell Little Brother directly that this kind of fragrant rosewood would face discontinuation in ten years – some are alright, but some are extremely rare resources that are very difficult to regenerate.]

[Even for the regenerating resources, it would take a hundred years to mature, or even five hundred years for them to be of any real use.]

[Five hundred years, by which time seas will have turned to mulberry fields.]

[So, it won’t be long before our stock of fragrant rosewood will fetch prices beyond your imagination.]

[Let me put it this way, there was a foreigner who spent a hundred yuan on a rosewood clock. Twenty years later, it traded for a manor worth tens of millions.]

[Such good things should be kept in one’s own hands, it’s a pity about the rosewood that was sold in previous years.]

[But right now, nobody values it – they all think our lands are so rich in resources that they are inexhaustible.]

[I’m going to keep all of this stock, and I even plan to write a letter to the newspaper, urging that rosewood no longer be used.]

Song Yunuan, with twinkling eyes, asked the attentive Gu Huai’an, "Do you want a share?"

Gu Huai’an said, "Yes, once you go to Beidu, if I’m there, no need for others; if I haven’t returned, I’ll send someone to bring you the money." He paused for a moment, then spoke in a softer tone, "Actually, my main focus is still on Dragon Aviation, but the situation is a bit complicated now, and it needs someone to step in and balance things. Five years ago, I took part in an assessment organized by the committee, I..."

At that point, Gu Huai’an paused.

Song Yunuan smiled and took over, "I understand, I get it all. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Surely, you took part in the assessment and turned out to be an all-rounder. Plus, with your grandfather’s position, you were given many duties when we were in dire need of talent. There’s nothing embarrassing about that. If it were me, I’d flaunt it to everyone I met."

Gu Huai’an laughed lightly.

"It’s not that exaggerated. Some of the jobs are just nominal, like a consultant role, one that allows me to leave at any time. For example, as head of the inspection team, I handed it over to someone else after the first wave passed. After a while, my main focus will only be on Dragon Aviation and telecommunications."

"Most of my income comes from bonuses. The salary I receive is the highest stipend. If compared to a worker, it’s a bit more than a grade eight worker."

A grade eight worker is the highest salary level for workers in this era, and unlike later times, now the workers truly hold power.

It’s a glorious era when workers genuinely have strength.

Even factory directors don’t earn as much as grade eight workers.

Song Yunuan’s gaze was intense as she looked at Gu Huai’an.

[Are you reporting your financial status to me, little brother?]

[Hehe, so manly. You could just tell me directly, "Little Nuan, I like you. I’ll hand over my bank card and passbook for you to manage. Just give me some pocket money."]

Gu Huai’an: ...

Despite being mentally prepared, his ears still felt hot.

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