Chapter 9 Section 08

Wang Qiming came back from night school and took out a kraft paper bag from the mailbox downstairs.The pocket reads "Anthony" in the upper left corner. He couldn't wait to open it, and he almost choked with ecstasy. He ran up to the fourth floor desperately, broke open the door in one breath, and shouted vigorously: "Swallow! Order! The order is here!" Guo Yan ran out of the kitchen wiping her hands; "Orders? Orders, let me see!" "Look! An order from Anthony!" The heads of the two were brought together, and they couldn't stop panting with joy, while reading the words on the order intermittently, casting excited and excited glances at each other from time to time.

"A total of 180,000 yuan in business! 180,000 yuan!" Wang Qiming couldn't help saying, "The settlement will be settled in three months, and that month will be, that is..." "Why can't you count the bills like this?" Guo Yan looked excitedly at her husband who was even more excited than her. "It doesn't count, it doesn't count," Wang Qiming smiled, "Every month, every month... sixty thousand! Sixty thousand!" "Get up!" "what?" "We, succeeded." "That's right! Yanyan! We succeeded!"

As he spoke, Wang Qiming lifted Guo Yantuo over his head like a ballet dancer. "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble! Put it down, why are you acting like a child!" Guo Yan took the order and looked carefully. Wang Qiming was so excited that he walked up and down in his room, unable to calm down. "180,000, 180,000, 180,000 dollars! Yes, 180,000!" Suddenly, Guo Yan said: "What should I do?" "What?" Wang Qiming couldn't wake up from the great joy.He looked at his wife inexplicably. "One month, more than 60,000 shipments," she said thoughtfully, "this is not a joke. It has caught up with the shipments of our entire factory."

"What's wrong with that?" "cost." "You said cost. What cost?" "To do so much work, the money just to buy the thread is 70,000, no, 80,000. Where can we find so much money? " "Eighty thousand?" "Don't talk about money, talk about people. Such a big business requires at least 20 workers in the three processes of punching, sewing, and ironing. Workers, every worker must be paid, and this is money. Where does it come from? " Wang Qiming stopped pacing back and forth.He sat down.Guo Yan also sat down, the husband and wife sat opposite each other, thinking about business.

After a long time, Wang Qiming squeezed out a word between his teeth. "borrow!" The next morning, Guo Yan and Wang Qiming took turns dialing the phone.Throughout the morning, the phone was almost smashed by them. All banks, whether they are American, Japanese, German, or Chinese, refuse to provide them with payment for goods. The reason is simple: Neither of you have any credit history. "It's fucking unreasonable!" Wang Qiming dropped the phone and started arguing, "A person who has never borrowed money from the bank has no credit history and no history of borrowing money; borrowing bad debts is always in the palm of his hand." Those who make progress become those with good credit records.

Can this be said? " Guo Yan is still on the phone. "Don't f*cking waste your time," Wang Qiming blatantly stopped his wife, "This group of people can't think with normal logic, so they owe them all the money in the bank!" Guo Yan interrupted him: "Keep down! I'm calling my aunt!" Wang Qiming sat down on his ass, and stretched his hands to grab his hair, "Hello, is that Auntie? I'm Xiaoyan." "No play! No play!" Wang Qiming poured cold water on her from the side. Guo Yan waved to him, telling him to shut up. "Auntie, hello, we're all fine. I'm here to trouble you again. That's what happened. I'm doing business with Qiming, and we don't have enough capital. If you have more money... this business has a bright future."

"I'm sorry," my aunt's voice was still very kind on the phone. "Recently, my uncle has been struggling with money, and I don't have much money left, so I'm afraid it's a bit embarrassing." "Then, even if only to borrow, a little bit..." "Xiaoyan, he and I are very tight on money now; once our money gets better, I will call you." "Thank you, Auntie!" "How about getting up?" Guo Yan motioned to Wang Qiming to let him talk to his aunt. He waved his hands tightly. "Qiming is fine, he is at work today, he said hello!"

"Say hello to him too! Goodbye!" "goodbye!" The phone hangs up. Guo Yan also sat on the sofa in extreme despair, staring straight ahead. The two were silent for a while.Frustration, pure frustration, the business you got just let it fly like this? "The Americans," Wang Qiming said conclusively, "don't like to lend money to others and don't know how it started." "What's the use of talking about it? Think about what to do. You can't find Americans, yes; you can't find Chinese, either. The Chinese have no money!" Speaking of this, Wang Qiming "huo" stood up from the sofa.

"Someone, you can find him!" "Who?" "Achun!" "Achun?" "The proprietress of the Xiangyuan Building" "Why are you looking for her?" "She's Chinese. She's rich too!" "She won't borrow it." "You can try." As he spoke, he walked over and picked up the handset, which had been hot all morning. "Hello! My surname is Wang. Excuse me, is the proprietress here?" The other party was a stranger: "What lady boss?" "Achun." "Ah Chun? She's gone."

"Ask her..." "She's selling the store!" The other party hung up the phone. "How is it?" Guo Yan asked him. Wang Qiming thought for a moment, then ran into the bedroom, and found the business card that Ah Chun had left for him. He knelt down again and called Ah Chun's house.The "beep" sound on the phone was just like his heartbeat. A lazy female voice came from the receiver, "Hello!" No need to ask, this is Ah Chun.He heard it as soon as he heard it, and the horse's face flushed. "Excuse me, is Chun here?" "Why, you still think of me!" Ah Chun's tone is always yin and yang, which makes you respect her and fear her, which makes you feel warm.

"How are you?" "not good." "I heard you sold the store." "right." "What now?" "Idle." Wang Qiming paused and glanced at Guo Yan. Guo Yan was busy with her work and lowered her head, but he understood that she was listening. "I want to see you." Wang Qiming said, it was difficult to say. "I want, too." "when?" "Now." "Where?" "my home." "Okay, see you later!" Wang Qiming hung up the phone. "What do you see?" Guo Yan said angrily, "It means borrowing money, if you have money, you can borrow it, if you don't borrow it, you will lose it!" "There is hope, it is worth a trip." Wang Qiming ran out of the house while getting dressed. Wang Qiming started the classic car and drove onto the expressway in a hurry. Expectation, an urgent hope, prompted him to keep stepping on the gas pedal. This sentiment is a bit inexplicable.Is it for the joy of being able to borrow money?Or are you excited to see Ah Chun soon? He couldn't tell. The carburetor of the classic car couldn't bear the excessive throttle he gave, and thick black smoke rose from the tail, heading for Long Island. The classic car was parked in front of a white house by the sea. Wang Qiming was agile, got out of the car quickly, and went to ring the doorbell.The door opened quickly. Ah Chun appeared at the door holding a wine glass. She was wearing a translucent black bedroom pajamas, which was quite sexy, and her small and exquisite body curves were exposed in front of his eyes.He noticed at first sight that she was not wearing underwear. I haven't seen her for half a year, and she is even more beautiful. He walked in the door and saw that the carpet was pink, so he took off his shoes voluntarily. He bent down, and his eyes slipped to Ah Chun's well-trimmed, white feet. Ten red dots flashed before his eyes. With a click, she locked the door. When he straightened up, a strong smell of brandy rushed over him. "Chun," he asked, "How are you?" "I'm good." They are very close.The two pairs of eyes looked at each other. "you……" Before Wang Qiming could say a word, Ah Chun rushed forward enthusiastically and cut his words in his mouth with a passionate kiss. He was wrapped in the scent of brandy. He felt his neck was tightly bound by Ah Chun's arms. With a "pop", Ah Chun's empty wine glass fell to the floor. The two embraced, fell down, and fell on the pink, soft carpet. They hugged tightly and kissed deeply. Ah Chun at this moment is really like a ball of flame, a ball of red, burning extremely vigorously, capable of melting all indifferent flames. This fire ignited every nerve in him for only a moment, and in an instant, he was ignited with raging flames.Every cell in him was quickly ignited by this flame. They kissed and undressed each other.She strips off his top and jeans; he throws her only line of defense—the flimsy pajamas—on the floor. The black pajamas were like a black cloud, floating and falling. The two trembling men and women immediately merged into one. The two extremely hot fires burned together immediately, burning reason to ashes. Wave after wave of gentle rhythms turned into shouts, deeper and deeper each time. Happiness and satisfaction filled Achun's face full of sweat and tears. Wang Qiming was like a sleeping leopard, lying beside Ah Chun, panting. A storm passed. The two lay side by side on the carpet, staring at the ceiling, silent. After a while, Ah Chun lighted two cigarettes conveniently, distributed one to Wang Qiming, and put the ashtray in his belly so that it could go up and down. Two wisps of smoke slowly rose towards the ceiling. "Let's talk!" After Ah Chun exhaled the smoke in his mouth, he said lightly. Wang Qiming felt that in such an occasion, there was nothing to talk about anyway. "Talk? Nothing to talk about" "Didn't you say on the phone that you have something to talk to me about? Tell me!" "...No. Let's talk about it later." Wang Qiming really felt that after doing that kind of thing, it would be too incongruous to talk about money again, and it was not right. Ah Chun looked at the ceiling expressionlessly, and said in a low voice: "I know, it's okay, you won't come." "Ah Chun, listen to me..." "Don't talk about that hypocrisy. I know you must have something to do. You won't miss me, you won't miss me hungrily, you won't..." "Achun!" "You don't interrupt me. I don't like to hear what you have to say. It makes me happy that you can think of me when you have something to say. That's all I want. Talk!" "But, but I can't talk now." "I see. In America, everything is easy to say, but one thing?" "what?" "Borrow money." Wang Qiming was speechless. He admired her ability and liked her beauty, but what fascinated him more was her precise and accurate judgment, like a prophet's prediction.What's more, her will is stronger than a man's, and sweet words can't impress her at all. "Am i right?" Ah Chun turned to look at him. "right." Wang Qiming had no choice but to admit it.With this woman, there is no need to play tricks, because she has already seen through your heart.Maybe, she sees it better than you yourself. Ah Chun suddenly stood up. "Where are you going?" Wang Qiming held her back. "You can't talk about money like this. Money is a naked Dongxiang. I can't stand talking about naked money with your body naked. Get up too and go take a shower." When she reached the stairs, she stopped again, turned to him, and said, "Never confuse money with love. Never." With that said, she went upstairs. When she finished washing and went downstairs, Wang Qiming was also fully dressed and was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. "Okay," she sat beside Wang Qiming, "Borrowing money for business?" "Yes, business." "What business—may I ask?" "Open a sweater factory." "Okay, it's a good idea to open a sweater factory." "how?" "Other businesses are too risky and highly competitive; opening a sweater factory will have a better future for you." "thanks." "Thank you for what?" "thanks for your encouragement." "I never encourage anyone. I'm just helping you analyze and help you choose your path." His hand stroked her ear. She let his fingers touch her. "How many shipments per month?" Ah Chun asked. "Sixty thousand dollars." "Let me do the math," she closed her eyes, fell into his arms, pondered for a moment, and opened her eyes, "You need a cost of sixty to seventy thousand dollars." "Seventy thousand." "At least these, otherwise it wouldn't be a sweater factory." "You are really smart." "Don't compliment me." "It's not a compliment, it's telling the truth." "You shouldn't flatter creditors so blatantly when you're borrowing money." "I've separated money from love." "You're a quick learner." Saying that, Ah Chun left the sofa, walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a piece of paper from it. She moves decisively, deftly, and writes something on paper. Wang Qiming looked at her, it was hard to imagine that this woman was still snuggling in his lover's arms half a minute ago. Ah Chun finished writing, put down the pen. "You sign it, if you agree." Wang Qiming walked to the writing desk and read the paper.It said on the paper that Ah Chun loaned 70,000 US dollars to Wang Qiming, with 14% interest, and paid it off in ten months.The terms of the IOU are clear, rigorous and impeccable. Ah Chun said to him, "It's your luck. I just sold the store, and a sum of money is still idle here." "thank you very much!" "I'm going to invest in a bigger restaurant, and I'm looking at the location. So, soon, I'll need money, please pay back the money on time." Wang Qiming admired her calmness and straightforwardness, as well as the unique temperament of a businessman. He looked at her face, trying to understand her face and her heart. "Please sign!" Ah Chun smiled slightly, pointed to the IOU, and added: "Before I change my mind." Wang Qiming signed it happily. Chun took out his checkbook and filled out a check for $70,000. Wang Qiming looked at her face and asked, "I will send you money on the first of every month? Pay it off in ten months." "right." "How to send it?" "Send it." "Why? I can send it. Then I can see you on the first of every month." "Don't make poetry." "It's not poetry. It's something very real. I see you every day of the month. It's heavy." "No. You won't have time, especially not in your first year in business." "You don't trust my heart." "No." Ah Chun smiled very understandingly, walked around the desk, stood beside Wang Qiming, and touched his chin and cheek with his slender fingers, "You people from the mainland are always like this, romantic. There are also quite good ones." Emotional, just not practical. Don't worry about anything else, keep your business. Don't distract yourself with anything." Wang Qiming nodded involuntarily, fearing that she would be sad, he quickly shook his head again. "Don't pretend. Listen to me." Ah Chun told him like a big sister. She walks him to the door. He suddenly said: "Ah Chun! I am grateful to you. I, I like you." Ah Chun smiled understandingly. "I know. You don't want to say everything. Keep it in your head." As she spoke, she pointed to his heart. He nodded gratefully: "I want to know what you think of me and how you evaluate me." "You already know that." He wanted to kiss her one more time. She tilted her head and avoided it: "Let's go, your wife is in a hurry."