10: It's all tears

Upon hearing over forty million, Qian Ziyong's heart turned to ashes, and his tears flowed even more uncontrollably.

He shook his head and said, "Mom, do you know how I've spent the last two months?"

"Your son is exhausted!"

Doing odd jobs was too tiring.

After two months of hard work, getting up early and returning late every day, he didn't even have three thousand yuan left.

Qian Ziyong complained to his mother; he was just a child earning a little over two hundred a month.

Qian Ziyong's father quietly walked in and saw both mother and son crying profusely.

He, a middle-aged man, stood there blankly, as if he had lost his soul.

"Ziyong!" Qian Ziyong's father rushed over, "How could your life be so bitter!"

Qian Ziyong and Chen Huilan were both stunned.

What was wrong with Father?

Qian Ziyong stopped his tears and asked softly, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Facing their strange looks, Qian Ziyong's father, Qian Xiuqi, cautiously asked, "Did he get an incurable disease?"

Chen Huilan shook her head: "No, it's because our son earned over forty million, not an incurable disease..."

"Not an incurable disease?" Qian Xiuqi stood up, "If he doesn't have an incurable disease, why are you two crying so sadly?"

"Wait, our son earned over forty million?"

"Earned over forty million? Why are you crying?"

"Why aren't you going to a rave, or having fun, instead of coming to the hospital to cry?"

Chen Huilan was also stunned.

Yes, her son earned over forty million, why was he crying?

Oh, right, it was because her son said he was tired, and she felt heartbroken, so she cried when her emotions got the better of her.

But over forty million, a little tired is fine; he can enjoy life however he wants in the future!

At this moment, a round-faced nurse walked in, followed by Zhu Daqiang.

"Why are you two wailing?" the nurse asked curiously.

Qian Xiuqi awkwardly rubbed his head and asked, "How is my son?"

"He's fine," the nurse said indifferently, "The doctor said he's very healthy and can be discharged."

"I feel like I'm still very weak," Qian Ziyong said.

The nurse said, "If you're weak, exercise more."

"I still feel a bit dizzy," Qian Ziyong said.

He really didn't want to face that forty million.

"If you're dizzy, you need to stand up even more; I'd be dizzy too after lying down all afternoon," the round-faced nurse said matter-of-factly.

"My son is fine?" Chen Huilan looked at the nurse.

"Young and without illness or injury, what could be wrong?" The nurse re-examined all the tests.

"It's just excessive shock and a bit of stimulation. Just take it easy. Two days ago, someone who won the lottery also came here."

"Young people nowadays, their resilience is really poor..."

Understanding that her son was truly fine, Chen Huilan put her hands on her hips and loudly ordered, "Get up!"

Hearing Chen Huilan's shout, Qian Ziyong sprang up from the bed.

"Hurry up and get discharged, there are other patients waiting!" the nurse said impatiently.

"Mom! I feel like I'm still..." Qian Ziyong still wanted to find an excuse.

Chen Huilan saw her son jumping around and said with dissatisfaction, "I think you're fine, better than anyone!"

"You're here crying about how miserable you are, making me shed so many tears for nothing!"

Facing his mother's furious outburst, Qian Ziyong was like a well-behaved child.

"Manager Zhu, I think the supermarket must be very busy and needs me, the boss, to take charge!" Qian Ziyong changed the subject, looking at Zhu Daqiang behind the nurse.

"Boss, don't worry, with me at the supermarket, there won won't be any problems," Zhu Daqiang patted his chest and assured him.

"Oh, right!" Qian Ziyong's eyes lit up, and he said, "Go put up a notice on the door for me, the supermarket will be closed for a day tomorrow."

"The reason for closing... hmm... just say the boss's wife is here, so we're taking a day off!"

"Huh?" Zhu Daqiang was a bit confused.

Why close?

What does the boss's wife being here have to do with the supermarket?

"Go on!" Qian Ziyong waved his hand.

"Yes," Zhu Daqiang replied with his chest out and head held high, and quickly walked out.

Chen Huilan stopped scolding her son and asked, "Son, you don't need to worry about us, we'll find a hotel to stay in for the night, you focus on your own things."

"Closing the supermarket for a day, how much money will be lost!"

"It's not easy to earn money now, you've just gotten on the right track, you absolutely cannot let your guard down."

Qian Ziyong shook his head repeatedly: "Mom, I'm closing the supermarket for a day not because of you, but because the employees have been too tired these past two months and need a day to rest."

"In the future, I will also give employees irregular holidays; this is for the good of the supermarket."

"And one must have a conscience. If I make money, I can't be the only one bearing the suffering."

Qian Ziyong realized that he was really bad at lying; what was all this nonsense!

"In short, resting is my strategy, it will make the supermarket better," Qian Ziyong said firmly.

Chen Huilan nodded: "Your father and I don't understand business, you handle it yourself!"

Qian Ziyong nodded in agreement, attending to his mother, accompanying them for meals, and booking a nice hotel for them.

He wanted them to rest well.

Medical expenses, hotel fees, meal money, miscellaneous costs, it actually cost him over two thousand yuan.

Qian Ziyong realized that after two months of hard work, getting up early and returning late every day doing daily wage jobs, he only had a little over a thousand yuan left!

Ah!

Is he even allowed to live!

Life was truly too difficult!

... ...

Returning to the supermarket feeling lifeless, Qian Ziyong kept regretting why he didn't take a day off during the day to check on the supermarket when he was doing daily wage jobs.

Sigh... there are only tears when you talk about it.

"Let what's past be past. I'll regroup, I still have a chance!" Qian Ziyong took a deep breath.

"Boss, President Li is here!" Zhu Daqiang came to the boss's office and poured tea for Qian Ziyong.

"Please invite him in quickly!" Qian Ziyong was overjoyed.

He still remembered that President Li had said he would treat him to a meal last time!

It had been a month, and he was very craving the lamb from that restaurant.

Qian Ziyong stood up and personally went to invite him.

Li Lian, President Li, had already arrived at the door, and upon seeing Qian Ziyong, he said with shame, "Boss Qian, I was so ignorant, daring to show off in front of you!"

"I've lived for so many years, yet I'm not even one ten-thousandth of Boss Qian! I'm ashamed!"

"You're too kind!" Qian Ziyong felt embarrassed.

After all, President Li had sincerely advised him last time.

The other party had good intentions, but he had taken advantage of them.

Most importantly, he had failed!

Sigh...

"Boss Qian, I've already booked a table at Jinhailong, I wonder if..."

Before Li Lian could finish speaking, Qian Ziyong said repeatedly, "I'm free, I'm very free!"

"President Li, you're too polite, just call me Little Qian!"

... ...

Inside the Jinhailong private room, a few people were clinking glasses and having a lively time.

Li Lian raised his glass: "Boss Qian, only now do I realize what it means for a true master to not reveal his skills, and one who reveals his skills is not a true master!"

"You perfectly demonstrated how a supermarket should be run!"

"Now, in the entire Han City, there's no one who doesn't know you, Qian Ziyong."

"You're the first to make a supermarket more popular than a wet market!"

"No more words, all my admiration is in this wine!"