Chapter 1503: Invitation Preparation

This couldn't be blamed entirely on Zhou Tianyu for not understanding his parents' painstaking efforts.

In the end, his situation was quite similar to the "stomach-cutting brother."

Since childhood, the surrounding environment made him understand that "only by getting into college is there a way out," as if once graduated, jobs and houses were within easy reach.

But the reality was that when he went to college, the gold content of a degree had been declining year after year with the development of the times and continuous expansion. Many jobs done by postgraduates could be done by those with a high school education.

At this time, his salary of ten or twenty thousand a month was neither high nor low, which was very awkward.

Living in the city is not easy. He had studied for so many years, and in the end, to be asked to go home and farm or run some tofu workshop, he was ten thousand times unwilling. After all, he was still young, didn't feel the need for a family, and felt he had nothing in common with his parents.

Not going back! Definitely not going back!

After hanging up the phone, Li Lanhua also sighed.

When eating dinner, she looked at the laughing girls at the other table. Originally, she had thought that if her son came back, she would save more money for him, and maybe some female employee would take a fancy to him?

But now...

"Maybe we should just forget it," she said to Zhou Maozhu.

"I'm thinking, if we make tofu, we can do it now while we're strong, but I'm afraid it won't be very good in ten or eight years. By then, the business will be neither here nor there, which isn't appropriate."

"Also, in case our son gets married and has children, if our family has a tofu business, we won't be able to spare our hands to take care of them."

"It's better now. Now if there's work, we can do it, and if there isn't, we can rest—even at seventy or eighty, it won't stop me from picking tea."

What she said sounded very reasonable, but as a couple for a lifetime, could Zhou Maozhu not understand why?

Making tofu is hard—if you earn money, you can buy a machine to grind beans, and the rest isn't that labor-intensive.

Not stopping from picking tea at seventy or eighty—but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to fry tea in a few years. This year, the old Song family was inquiring about quite a few tea fryers, and he heard they were also going to try fermenting black tea.

Then there was Zhou Tianyu getting married and having children—without money, what silly girl would be willing to marry him? Now girls wouldn't do such silly things; men change wives as soon as they get rich, and it's not even rare to see it in the news.

But for his wife to say this, she definitely hadn't gotten through to their son.

Zhou Maozhu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Fine, if we don't do it, we don't do it. We owe him."

He gritted his teeth.

Song Tan didn't know that a tofu business had made people's hearts turn a thousand times. She was busy dealing with Boss Chang at this moment.

"Coming over in person tomorrow? My watermelons on the mountain aren't ripe yet, are you being so solemn?"

She wanted to laugh: "Don't worry, I said I'd supply you, so I definitely will. Right now, only one or two ripen a day, so there's no rush."

Boss Chang originally wanted to say he was coming to deliver an invitation, and wouldn't coming in person show solemnity? By the way, he could also explore what treasures were in the garden. He didn't expect that before he even went over, the treasures had already been explored!

At this moment, he couldn't help but be happy: "Hasn't the price of our watermelons been discussed yet? It just so happens I'll go over and taste them, and then set the price after tasting!"

After chatting happily, he asked again: "Previously, you said our Changleju was going to hold a white liquor tasting event. How many invitations do you need here?"

Boss Chang had been preparing for this white liquor tasting event for a long time!

From registering the brand to testing, bottling, grading, and pricing the white liquor, to arranging the tasting event and sending out invitations...

From the beginning of spring this year until now, he had been busy with this matter.

Now that everything was settled, he had solemnly asked a master to pick a date, and they had started promoting it. Naturally, he had to come and deliver the invitation to his own supreme VIP supplier in person.

If he hadn't mentioned it, Song Tan would have almost forgotten about it.

But now that it was brought up again, Song Tan couldn't really think of how many she needed for a while, so she pondered: "Let me consider it and reply to you later. By the way, when is the tasting event?"

Boss Chang became proud: "The master picked it! I even offered it under the leader's portrait, the date is very stable! It's on May 29th!"

That was only twenty-some days away.

Song Tan replied: "I will tell you as soon as possible."

Discussing this kind of tasting event with her parents definitely wouldn't yield any results, so she simply went to find Lu Chuan. Seeing him pruning the lobelia that was gradually withering due to the high temperature in the garden, she hurriedly stepped forward and covered his eyes.

Lu Chuan was stunned, then said in surprise: "How come I didn't hear any sound at all?"

His hearing was actually quite sharp.

But that didn't matter. He tucked the flower shears into his gardening pocket with his backhand, pressed Song Tan's hand, and his eyelashes trembled: "Are you very happy today?"

Song Tan nodded and rested her forehead on his back: "You felt it?"

She was indeed happy.

That small epiphany in this world lacking spiritual energy couldn't even summon a meager spiritual rain, but it truly allowed her to shake off the shackles of some old concepts, so that the whole person not only improved in realm but also relaxed in state of mind.

But it wasn't convenient to talk about these things.

It's just... Lu Chuan was quite sharp.

Sure enough.

The other party also laughed: "I don't know, it's just a feeling—the wind today is good, the flowers are fragrant, and the sun is also very comfortable."

It was a magical feeling; every breath was refreshing, and in the flowers, the whole person felt intoxicated, as if they were about to sink into it.

So he thought: Tantan must be very happy.

Now that he asked, it was indeed so.

The two laughed and played for a while, and then Song Tan asked about the invitations: "How many do you need? I'll ask for more."

Boss Chang said that the scale of this tasting event was very large, but the number of people was small, so she could arrange as many as she wanted.

Lu Chuan really wasn't polite about this: "My editor, my few readers, and Qin Yun and He Kuang—they also want to see the world—is that appropriate?"

What could be inappropriate about that? The liquor was supplied by their own family!

Song Tan thought about it: "Ten cards."

"Also, how many do you think I should prepare here?"

She calculated: "Professor Song and Teacher Tang, I have to prepare three or five cards whether they go or not. Prepare one for Yang Zhengxin's father, who else should I prepare for?"

Her own relatives definitely wouldn't go—they didn't have much of a "rich person" consciousness, and besides, this little bit of money really wasn't worth mentioning in Boss Chang's customer group.

But apart from her own family, there weren't many she could arrange.

"You forgot," Lu Chuan reminded her: "Send an invitation to those in the photos on the wall, whether they go or not."

"Also, for those in the city—let's ask Secretary Xiao Zhu about this."

"Then there's Qiao Qiao's fan group, didn't you say there was a lucky draw before?"

Lu Chuan helped her sort out the connections one by one, but concluded: "Otherwise, you should prepare 10 cards here. As for those in the photos—isn't Boss Chang coming tomorrow? Just let him prepare those directly."

As long as Boss Chang wasn't stupid, he definitely wouldn't refuse. ===== CHAPTER 1504 =====