Chapter 327

Zhang Guafu's noodles are indeed delicious; if it weren't for considering that she herself hasn't eaten yet, Ye Cheng could have finished both bowls of noodles.

While eating, Ye Cheng had Zhang Guafu report the recent income situation of the crayfish; previously he hadn't paid much attention, so he really didn't know the exact income.

As soon as Zhang Guafu heard Ye Cheng wanted to hear the report, she hurriedly went in, took out a small notebook, and began to tell him item by item.

Zhang Guafu remembered in detail, recording every income on it.

Currently, the crayfish supply is about 100 jin per day, daily income around 1000 yuan; after deducting the crayfish cost of 120 yuan, plus the money for buying seasonings and oil, plus some expenses for buying pots, bowls, utensils and other miscellaneous items, and after subtracting some loss from dead shrimp, the net profit per day is roughly over 600 yuan.

This month, there is yuan; according to the split, the Chen Brothers get three shares, so they can receive 5400 yuan per month, equivalent to 2700 yuan each per month, which is definitely a high income nowadays.

You should know that Class Monitor Wu Bin, as a mid-level leader in a big company, earns only over 3000.

As for others, Zhang Guafu, Qian Shen, and Jiang Yunxiang each can take about 1800 per month.

Despite giving the Chen Brothers such high income, they still betrayed me over the so-called surname; Ye Cheng really couldn't understand.

It seems some things aren't just about money; one also needs one's own confidants.

Ye Cheng looked at Zhang Guafu; her gaze held a hint of anticipation, and Ye Cheng knew she was hoping to gain his approval.

He smiled and patted Zhang Guafu's shoulder,

"Aunt, you've done very well and meticulously; good thing you're here, otherwise this business couldn't continue."

A simple compliment left Zhang Guafu stunned, and then for some reason she suddenly burst into tears.

This startled Ye Cheng.

Don't, I'm just here eating noodles, and then you're crying; people might think I did something to you.

"Aunt, aunt, why are you crying? I was just praising you." Ye Cheng was a bit at a loss, not knowing how to comfort her.

"A Cheng, you, you don't mind me, I'm just a bit excited, I..." Zhang Guafu said, and then suddenly broke down, turning and rushing into the room to cry.

The crying, which had been suppressed, gradually turned into loud wailing, leaving Ye Cheng looking helpless.

Xiao Liang glanced at Ye Cheng, who looked innocently at the child and said, "Well, you saw that, I didn't scold your mom."

"Hmph!" Xiao Liang snorted coldly, then turned and went in to comfort Zhang Guafu.

Damn it!

And now I'm even being held a grudge?

Ye Cheng seemed to recall some famous scenes: helping raise someone else's child, only for the child to return ungrateful and even kill the stepfather.

Damn it, in later times there's a saying that one shouldn't marry a remarried woman who brings a son.

No, this kid Xiao Liang still needs proper education; I'm doing good deeds, not here to stir up hatred.

"Aunt, aunt, just cry a bit to vent and it'll be fine." Ye Cheng stood in the hall rubbing his hands; going in would be inappropriate, but leaving her crying like that also wasn't right.

If I had known, I should have eaten rice for lunch today; why did I insist on noodles?

After Ye Cheng gave a couple of words of advice, the crying inside subsided, and Zhang Guafu came out with red eyes.

"Aunt, if you keep this up, I won't dare come." Ye Cheng said with a bitter smile.

"No, aunt, what's there to be afraid of coming." Zhang Guafu wiped her tears and quickly pulled Ye Cheng to sit down,

"A Cheng, I'm just a bit excited. I've never had any abilities my whole life; my husband died early, and in the village I survived by relying on assistance from various families. To support this family, I've been scrambling everywhere, I..."

When Zhang Guafu mentioned her past hardships, she couldn't help but start sobbing softly again; Ye Cheng could only sit aside, truly not skilled at consoling women.

Fortunately, Zhang Guafu's emotions were only slightly out of control; she soon calmed down, saying, "A Cheng, rest assured, those two bastards from the Chen Family will surely come to a bad end. As long as I'm here, I'll definitely guard the crayfish for you; no one will dare take the recipe from me, nor try to fish in troubled waters."

"Aunt may have no other talents, but rest assured, I will definitely remember the money firmly."

Zhang Guafu spoke with passionate fervor, giving the Chen Brothers a good scolding.

In later life, Ye Cheng has met many people—some in high positions, some struggling at the bottom—and there's an old saying that goes well:

Righteousness is often found among the lowly, while the treacherous are many.

If one truly understands gratitude and can remember you, it's still the common folk.

If you treat them well, they can feel it and sincerely repay you.

But once you reach the upper echelons, after putting on a suit and shirt, you truly can't tell who's a god and who's a ghost; being good to them doesn't necessarily bring gratitude—it might bring betrayal.

I originally thought the village wouldn't have so many trivial matters, but now it seems I also need to find a few confidants for myself.

"Aunt, don't worry, things will get better; we'll expand the crayfish business, then open a farmstead, grow big and strong—by then everyone in the village will greet you with smiles when they see you, and Xiao Liang won't be mocked when he goes out." Ye Cheng began to paint a pie for Zhang Guafu.

Sigh, I have to admit that painting pies sometimes still works; Zhang Guafu listened, her eyes sparkling with little stars, and she began to fantasize about a wonderful future life.

Noodles are delicious, but they have one flaw—eating too many makes you dizzy from carbs.

After leaving Zhang Guafu's place, Ye Cheng went straight home to take a nap.

First sleep on everything; who cares if the birds face the sky.

After waking up, it was already past 4 p. m., my stomach felt no hunger at all; damn it, noodles really are filling.

I originally wanted to go stroll at my older brother's place, but unexpectedly someone came to the door.

It was Duan Chunsheng, bringing Duan Yong and Yuan Jiansheng.

Duan Yong is fine—we see him often these days—but Yuan Jiansheng I haven't seen in a long time.

"Lao Er, not busy?" Duan Chunsheng greeted.

"Just woke up; whether I'm busy or not, you're here, Uncle Duan, so I'm not busy."

"Brother Cheng."

"Brother Cheng."

Duan Yong and Yuan Jiansheng greeted Ye Cheng; Duan Yong's greeting was natural, while Yuan Jiansheng's was a bit shy.

"Come, sit, Uncle Duan, what's up?" Ye Cheng had the three sit down.

"It's not a big deal; I just thought those two Chen kids are surely unusable for you—take a look at how Duan Yong and his group are." Duan Chunsheng remained straightforward, saying exactly what he thought; Ye Cheng liked this trait, finding him sincere.

Ye Cheng understood Duan Chunsheng's meaning: he wanted Duan Yong and Yuan Jiansheng to replace the Chen Brothers and work for him.

To be honest, Ye Cheng really does need people right now.

Duan Yong is fine; after this period of contact, he's still okay, and most importantly, his father is there, so Ye Cheng feels relieved.

However, Yuan Jiansheng frankly says he hasn't had much contact, and still doesn't dare to be so reassured.