Chapter 13

This private printing factory had no name, hidden in the residential area at the urban-rural junction of Tiebei. The boss was a chubby middle-aged man, honest but revealing a trace of cunning.

"Yo, Brother Chen is here, welcome, welcome." Wu Xianping stretched out his fat hand and shook hands with Chen Weimin. Obviously, the two were not dealing for the first time.

Chen Weimin introduced Zhou Andong and Yao Jun, then went straight to the point: "This is my iron brother, wants to print calendars, thirteen sheets of paper with a cover, about 10,000 copies, give a lowest price, Brother Wu."

Wu Xianping pondered: "Since it's brought by Brother Chen, I'll press it directly to the lowest, 4.3 yuan."

Chen Weimin said: "3.2 yuan, you report 3.7 yuan. If it works, I won't go anywhere else."

Wu Xianping looked helpless: "Brother Chen, you are an expert, copperplate paper has been rising, 3.2 yuan is too low, I have no profit."

Chen Weimin smiled: "The printing quality can't be bad, but the paper can be thinner, and the specifications can be smaller."

Wu Xianping thought about it, gritted his teeth, as if he had made a big determination: "Fine, I must give Brother Chen face."

With Chen Weimin, an insider, things were handled quickly, and it was settled in a few minutes. Then the three went back to their homes.

As soon as Zhou Andong entered the room, he saw Zhou Anning sobbing and wiping tears, her little face crying until it was stiff: "What's wrong?"

Seeing her older brother back, the little girl who had just stopped crying burst into tears again, ran over and hugged Zhou Andong's thigh.

Zhou Andong held the little girl and felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit wrong.

His mother was sewing the shoe sole, the awl piercing the sole with great force, and one could clearly hear the *pfft* sound. His father was leaning against the rolled-up quilt, smoking dry tobacco.

His older sister stood behind the door, leaning against the cabinet behind the door with red eyes, obviously having cried too. Zhou Anbei lowered his head, clenching his fists, his toes digging into the yellow dirt ground, and a pit was kicked out.

Zhou Andong licked his somewhat dry lips: "What's going on, who can tell me?"

Zhou Anbei raised his head, his face was actually swollen, and Zhou Andong's expression turned cold instantly: "What happened?"

Zhou Anbei said: "Zhou Anbin hit me."

Zhou Andong raised an eyebrow: "Why did he hit you?"

Zhou Anbei said: "Little sister went to watch cartoons, he wouldn't let her watch, and even threw her into the snow pile. I went to reason, and Zhou Anbin hit me."

Zhou Andong asked: "Did Zhou Anlei do anything?"

Zhou Anbei shook his head: "Only Zhou Anbin did it, older aunt was scolding on the side, and older uncle and Zhou Anlei didn't come out in the room."

Zhou Andong laughed in anger: "This old Zhou family is hereditary, not a single one of the eldest brothers is a good thing."

Zhou Xiao said sullenly: "What are you talking about?"

"Did I say something wrong? My great-grandfather and great-grandmother were angered to death by my great-uncle. Look at my older uncle, he embodies being lazy, selfish, and self-interested to the fullest. Now it's Zhou Anbin's turn, he really is better than his blue, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, stealing, cheating, and lying, is there anything he hasn't done?"

Zhou Andong snorted coldly, put the little girl on the *kang*: "I'm going to ask Zhou Anbin if he has two guts."

"You stay honestly, don't go anywhere." Yuan Liying glared.

Grandfather Zhou Bangye was an old revolutionary, and when he was in the War of Resistance Against Japan, he was a guard for the big leader. That martial arts skill was not fake.

Zhou Andong practiced boxing and kicking with his grandfather for a period of time, and his hands were really black since he was a child. When he fought, he really used deadly force. If he beat Zhou Anbin into something bad, there would be no peaceful days for this family in the future.

Zhou Andong's eyes flashed, and he nodded readily: "Fine, I won't find him."

"Really?" Zhou Andong agreed too readily, which made Yuan Liying have no bottom in her heart.

Zhou Andong chuckled: "Who would I dare to lie to, except you." After speaking, he picked up the little girl and went out of the room, "Look what this is?"

"Wow!" The little girl shouted excitedly: "Meat buns."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Want to eat?"

"Want!" The little girl shouted.

"Good!" Zhou Andong said: "Let older sister heat it up, and we'll finish all these meat buns."

"Just finished eating, what buns to eat." Yuan Liying walked out, grabbed the buns and put them on the bowl rack, "Eat tomorrow morning."

Zhou Andong winked at the little girl: "No more to eat."

The little girl laughed: "What to do?"

Zhou Andong sighed: "Then eat tomorrow morning."

"Good!" The little girl clapped her hands, "Eat tomorrow morning." Then looked outside, "Why isn't it dawn yet."

Zhou Andong laughed loudly, pinched the little girl's nose: "Wait until you sleep, and it will be dawn."

Back in the room, Zhou Andong hugged Zhou Anbei's shoulder: "Alright, a big man, don't be dead or alive, isn't it just a beating, just get it back later."

After comforting Zhou Anbei, he comforted Zhou Anqin: "Wait, before the New Year, brother will definitely buy a big color TV to piss them off."

Zhou Anqin rolled her eyes: "Bragging again."

"There's still a month until the New Year, see if brother is bragging." Zhou Andong found Zhou Anqin's schoolbag, took out a pen and notebook: "Borrow it."

Back in the side room, Zhou Andong lay on the *kang* and started drawing. He didn't even know when Zhou Anbei entered the room.

"Brother, what are you drawing?" Zhou Anbei climbed to Zhou Andong's side and picked up a drawing to look at it again and again.

Zhou Andong raised his head: "This is the packaging box designed for our factory."

"This is a packaging box?" Zhou Anbei looked dumbfounded, and picked up another piece of paper, "Then what are these two winding lines? This one is narrow on top and wide on bottom, is it a ladder with grids? Why is there a lightning rod on top?"

Zhou Andong's face turned black: "That's the trademark I designed. The winding ones are the Jiangzhou River, and the narrow-on-top-wide-on-bottom one with grids is the Donghu Ancient Tower."

Zhou Anbei looked at the drawing on the paper and really couldn't help but chuckle, not daring to be loud. This is the Jiangzhou River and the Ancient Tower? They are clearly two earthworms crawling on a ladder.

"You laugh a fart!" Zhou Andong kicked Zhou Anbei off the ground: "Get lost, don't disturb my creation."

"You call this creation?" Zhou Anbei hit him mercilessly: "Catch a spider, dip it in ink and put it on the paper, let it crawl a circle, it's better looking than your drawing."

Zhou Andong turned over and got up: "I think Zhou Anbin beat you too lightly."

Zhou Anbei rushed out of the room in two steps, and then his head poked out from behind the curtain: "Better let older sister help you draw."

Zhou Andong picked up the drawing paper, looking puzzled: "I feel it's pretty good, is it really that bad?"

Zhou Anbei nodded vigorously: "It's more than bad, it's miserable to look at. If you didn't say it, I thought it was two earthworms crawling on a ladder."

Zhou Andong scratched his head, unwillingly threw the paper aside: "Go call your older sister."

"Brother, you looking for me?" Soon Zhou Anqin came.

Zhou Andong nodded: "Help me draw something."

"Good!" Zhou Anqin hadn't studied professionally, but she loved drawing since she was a child and had thought about taking the Art Academy, but the family situation made her give up.

Zhou Andong said, Zhou Anqin drew, the brother and sister cooperated, repairing and modifying, until after eleven o'clock before finishing.

"It's just a little bit better than what I drew." Zhou Andong said this, but had to admit in his heart that his older sister really had talent in drawing, and secretly decided that he must send his sister to a professional Art Academy to study. In this life, he must let her live the life she wanted.