Reborn Tycoon Rise

Carrying a backpack containing 3,000 cash, Xu Zhi took a taxi back. This amount of money is not a small amount. Some places in Kowloon where Xu Zhi lives are still quite chaotic. If something unexpected happens, it will be all in vain and there will be no time to cry.

In the afternoon, my parents should still be in the store.

"Dazhi, are you back?" The mother smiled happily when she saw her son coming back.

Xu Zhi smiled and said, "Well, where is dad?"

Wang Hua said: "Is he packing things in there?"

Xu Zhi pulled his mother and whispered: "Let's go in together. We have something to say."

"What's the matter? We still need to do business..." Wang Hua saw his son being mysterious and started to talk.

Entering the back room, there are only a few square meters here, and a small bed turned into a sofa is barely placed. When you are tired, you can take turns to rest for a while.

"Come on, come over and move down!" Xu Hongbang shouted immediately when he saw his son.

Xu Zhi immediately caught the carton and put it on the shelf with his father.

"I almost can't move it." Xu Hongbang gasped as he spoke, sat down on the small bed, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Xu Zhi took out the cash from his bag and said with a smile, "What do you think this is?"

When Xu Hongbang and his wife saw the cash in their son's hands, they were surprised: "Where did you get so much money?"

There was a whole stack of banknotes. The two of them were in business and dealt with money every day. They could tell at a glance that they were at least two to three thousand dollars.

Xu Zhi laughed and said: "This is the money earned from novels!"

Wang Hua took the money from his son's hand, spread it out and counted it while asking: "Which newspaper has taken a fancy to your novel?"

Xu Zhidao: "What do you mean by being interested in my novel? It's because my novel was chosen by their newspaper!"

Wang Hua rolled his eyes at his son and said, "Three thousand in total, which is much more than what we make from selling fish."

Xu Hongbang took the money, looked at it again, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll close the stall now, so I can celebrate when I get back!"

Xu Zhi nodded and said: "Okay, you go back first, I want to find Wu Peng."

"Wait!" Xu Hongbang stopped his son who was about to go out and handed him the cash in his hand: "You earned this money yourself. You can go find a bank to open an account and save it yourself!"

Xu Zhidao: "You don't want it? I have some change with me, I don't need so much for the time being!"

Xu Zhi was telling the truth. He ate and drank at home every day, and his royalties were more than 3,000 yuan, and he had already taken some small changes. His task for the next period of time is to complete the entire novel, and the real bulk of his income will come later. The purpose of giving these 3000 yuan to my parents is to make it easier for them to work less hard in the future, even if they don’t close the seafood shop.

Xu Hongbang shook his head and smiled: "We have some income anyway. Since you earned this money yourself, use it yourself!"

"Okay!" Xu Zhi collected the money. Since there is no shortage at home, he might as well use it for daily use.

But as soon as he left the store, he met Wu Peng who was wandering around the market.

"Dazhi, you're back, how's it going?" Wu Peng asked happily, his eyes shining.

Xu Zhi smiled and said: "Of course, it's yours!"

After speaking, Xu Zhi picked up his left hand and thrust a hundred Hong Kong dollar into Wu Peng's hand.

Wu Peng was surprised when he saw it: "So much, how much money did you make?"

Wu Peng went to the newspaper office for Xu Zhi. The original agreement was for a meal and ten yuan a day, but Wu Peng had to help at the family market during the day, so he could only go out when he had free time in the afternoon. In an era without smartphone GPS, even if he knew the location, , it is also very difficult to find. Wu Peng often cannot come back until after dark, so the extra money is considered as extra hard work.

Xu Zhi smiled and said: "You deserve it if you make a little profit, but I just owe you a few meals!"

Wu Peng said: "Those meals can be forgotten, but we have to add a big meal."

"Yes! But not today, let's do it next time." Xu Zhi nodded and agreed. He had been in Xiangjiang for so long and had not enjoyed delicious food outside. He didn't have money before, but now that he has it, he can treat himself.

After chatting with Wu Peng for a while, I went shopping in the nearby commercial street and bought some clothes and shoes for my parents and sister, as well as some drinks and coffee to refresh myself while writing the novel.

When I got home, my parents were already preparing dinner in the kitchen, and my sister Xu Yaxin was watching TV alone, and occasionally took time off to do homework.

Seeing what Xu Zhi was carrying, he quickly got up and ran over: "Wow, what a cute Doraemon!"

Although the animation market in Hong Kong in the 1970s was not small, it was famous for themes such as "Dragon Tiger Gate" and "Little Hooligans". These animations had good sales in the paper media market and could compete with Japanese cartoons. But it is not suitable for adaptation into cartoons at all. In terms of influence, animation from Nippon is very successful: books, TV platforms, peripheral toys, image licensing, etc., are very successful.

Programs like Doraemon have endured even in the era of Internet explosion in later generations, and have accompanied the childhood growth of hundreds of millions of people. Even Xu Zhi can watch it when he has nothing to do. Compared with some TV series in the 1970s, animation The film obviously suits his taste better.

Xu Yaxin has been clamoring to buy a stuffed toy before, but she has never succeeded because it is too expensive.

When her mother Wang Hua came out and saw what Xu Zhi had bought, she complained: "You really know how to waste money. How much does this doll cost?"

"20." Xu Zhi didn't dare to tell the truth. It was actually 40. This thing is really expensive. The original price was still 60.

Xu Yaxin looked at the stuffed toy and suddenly seemed to think of something. She immediately threw Doraemon aside and asked secretly: "Where is your royalties? Let me see. I have never seen so much money?"

In the 1970s, the per capita monthly income in Xiangjiang was only 400 to 500 Hong Kong dollars. 3,000 is indeed a lot of money. Calculated according to housing prices, the price of one square meter in this era is almost enough to fit a toilet!

Xu Zhi: "I saved it a long time ago, why do I put so much on myself?"

Xu Yaxin said with a smile: "Don't think that I will be bribed by this toy!"

Xu Zhi smiled generously and said, "Then what do you want?"

Xu Yaxin thought for a while and said: "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll think about it later!"

Wang Hua ignored his daughter and pointed to the cardboard box Xu Zhi put on the table: "Why did you buy a cake?"

Xu Zhi smiled and said: "Just buy it to celebrate. Our family hasn't had cake for a long time!"

These days, the quality of life of ordinary people in Xiangjiang is not as good as that of ordinary urban families in the mainland in later generations. Xu Zhi's family conditions are not bad, but his parents' concept is still not to spend more money that is not necessary. Even for birthdays in the past, it was just food. Good point, I rarely buy cakes.

"I want to take a bite first!" As soon as Xu Yaxin finished speaking, she ran over and started to untie the string.

Wang Hua immediately grabbed her and said, "Wait a minute, are you in such a hurry?"

"No, I want to eat!" Xu Yaxin started to act like a spoiled child.

Xu Zhi smiled and said: "Then let's eat some first."

When Xu Yaxin saw someone supporting her, she immediately laughed and said, "Just eat a little!"

Wang Hua smiled and scolded: "I just know how to eat. You can only take one bite. After you finish eating, go do your homework."

"Ah!" Xu Yaxin just took a bite of the strawberry dipped in cream. When she heard that she had to do homework, she immediately shouted aggrievedly: "Then I won't eat it, okay?"

"Haha!" Xu Zhi laughed happily.

"Hmph!" Xu Yaxin's mood after eating the cake was completely ruined. She pulled Xu Zhi to the living room and said, "Brother, when will your novel be published in the newspaper?"

Xu Zhidao: "Within a week!"