Chapter 89: Dividing the Fruit

Looking at the accounts after Li Xuewu finished calculating, Wen San'er couldn't sit still and took a pen to calculate again.

It really was!

He didn't expect Li Xuewu to make so much money after a trip to the Northeast. He couldn't help but look up at Li Xuewu in surprise.

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to him. This was the look of someone who hadn't seen the world. He snatched the pencil and continued calculating.

Not counting the profit, now calculating according to the original principal before the pear profit, the total investment of Wen San'er and the four was 710 yuan in money and coupons, plus two bicycles. Li Xuewu's total investment was 1000 yuan.

*Initial Evolution*

Wen San'er had no questions about this number. After all, Li Xuewu's pig money was in the original money. Now, calculating it, the four of them could get half of the total profit.

Li Xuewu pointed to the book and said: "The newly established cooperation group will tell the outside world that it was established by the four of you and my great-aunt together."

Li Xuewu added a few strokes to the paper and said: "My great-aunt provides a small courtyard plus four rooms. The western courtyard is empty. We will jointly invest in construction. Internally, my great-aunt represents me, plus the house, courtyard, and 1000 yuan principal to calculate the share capital. Your four bicycles are calculated at 180 yuan, totaling 1070 yuan to calculate the share capital."

"Think about how to divide the shares among the three of them. Set it today. All profits in the future will be divided according to this plan. Of course, this matter is not allowed to be told to the outside."

Wen San'er nodded. Now it wasn't a matter of 1070 yuan in principal, but a matter of seven or eight thousand yuan in profit. Now there was no one who had the courage to play with thousands of yuan casually.

It was like the First Master's family must have a lot of savings. Not to mention more, 99 yuan a month. How much could the old couple eat? Saving 60 or 70 yuan a month was plenty. One year was 840, and ten years was 8400.

His parents only left him a courtyard and a house.

Of course, according to Wen San'er himself, his parents also left him a "handsome" appearance and a belly full of "talent."

And there was "charming" temperament. Calculating this way, Wen San'er was still a "rich second generation."

The "rich second generation" sat on the edge of the kang, lit the cigarette in his hand with a match, took a puff, stood up, and kicked the other three who were still snoring awake one by one.

This guy only had this one way to wake people up: kicking with his feet.

Because he had used his hands to poke before, he was slapped in the face by Lao Biaozi in a daze. Thinking about it, it was all unjust.

Since then, Wen San'er's wake-up service was to stay far away and kick with his feet.

"Children, the Great King is here, dividing the fruit, get up quickly! Don't dawdle, get up quickly."

This guy definitely didn't just watch *Jin Ping Mei*; he didn't watch less of *Journey to the West* either.

With an explosion head, Lao Biaozi trampled his third uncle on the kang. The few of them took the cigarettes thrown by Li Xuewu and began to listen to Wen San'er's explanation.

Wen San'er could always explain the nouns or meanings they didn't understand through some modal particles and actions. He was truly a talent indispensable to this team.

With a lot of gestures, Shen Guodong and the three were all looking at Li Xuewu eagerly, meaning they wanted to ask if what Wen San'er said was true.

This obviously distrustful action and expression made Wen San'er feel discouraged.

Seeing Li Xuewu nod with a smile, the three all cheered.

"Wuhu!"

"Take off!"

"Have money!"

"Wuhu!"

"Yes, yes, have money."

"Then how should I spend it?"

Wen San'er looked at these three bastards and got angry, scolding: "What the heck, how to spend it? Give you each 5 women to marry, so you can ascend to heaven early."

Lao Biaozi didn't care about his uncle's flowery words, just kept smiling and winking at Shen Guodong and the three.

Wen San'er scolded a few words and sat down again, thought for a while and said: "Although I took the principal, these two years have been helped by the three of you, otherwise the family property would have been gone long ago. My father is right, willing to give, willing to give, if you don't give, how can you get? Don't divide your share into three parts, divide that 1070 yuan principal into four parts, let the four of us divide it equally."

Lao Biaozi smiled at his uncle and said: "Third Uncle, do you have heart disease? Don't be so heartbroken that you fall over. That 1070 yuan principal can be divided into three parts."

Wen San'er kicked Lao Biaozi and scolded: "Get lost, you have no illness even if you are sick, ptooey ptooey ptooey!" ===== CHAPTER 90 =====

Wen Saner spoke about the scrap recycling station that was about to be established.

Shen Guodong and Erhai had no reaction; they were so used to being poor and hungry that they would do anything to have a way to make a living.

Old Cousin hesitated a bit, saying to Li Xuewu in a stammering manner, "Brother Wu, it's fine if you don't want us to do shady work, but there's no need to find such a low-status trade. Yelling on the streets is too embarrassing."

Li Xuewu understood what Old Cousin meant. They used to hang out on the streets, and even at their worst, they were scalpers who could still manage to look like someone important. Yelling on the street like this would mean losing all their previous status.

"What is our status? Unemployed? Workers? Orphans? Sons with no family background? What status do we have?"

"Old Cousin, when you put aside your pride to make money, it means you've grown up. When you use money to buy back your pride, it means you've succeeded. When you can use your pride to make money, it means you've become a person of importance. Do you think you can become a person of importance in your current state?"

Li Xuewu pointed at the newly bought iron wine pot and said, "Watching your brothers strive while you stay here drinking and bragging, pretending to know things you don't, and only caring about so-called pride—that means this is all your life will ever amount to."

Old Cousin was left speechless by Li Xuewu's words. Feeling somewhat dejected, he could only nod at Wen Saner.

Wen Saner was silent for a while, patted his nephew on the shoulder, and began talking about the shares again.

Hearing that shares were to be divided, all three fell silent again.

As the saying goes, even close brothers must settle accounts clearly. All of them came from poor families and had never seen this kind of wealth. Hearing that it involved dividing share capital, they all calculated the amount of money involved and couldn't help but swallow their saliva secretly.

This money could make a person rise to the top in one step. After the few of them slowly calmed down, they all thought about how they would have no wealth without the mutual help and support of their brothers.

It hasn't been many days since Dazhuang left, has it?

Erhai was the first to say, "I didn't put up any money when I first followed Third Uncle, so don't count me in now. Just provide me with food and drink."

Li Xuewu didn't express his stance and looked at Shen Guodong. Shen Guodong looked at the people around him and said slowly, "Third Uncle provided the initial capital. I was just helping out. I'm the same as Erhai; just give me a share of the wages."

Li Xuewu looked at Shen Guodong, didn't indicate anything, and looked at Old Cousin.

Old Cousin had invested money in the business with Wen Saner, but his two brothers had put in the effort and taken risks in the last few jobs; he couldn't leave them behind.

Old Cousin took a puff of his cigarette and said, "I have an original ratio with my Third Uncle. Divide my share into three parts and give one part each to Guodong and Erhai."

Shen Guodong and Erhai were both surprised, and after the surprise came constant refusal.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit off, Old Cousin spoke up, "I'm not losing out. My Third Uncle is all alone. I don't think he'll find a wife in this lifetime. No matter how much he gets, it will all be mine in the future."

Hearing Old Cousin's words, Wen Saner jumped up and cursed, "You little bastard, you're cursing your uncle to have no descendants! How can there be such a jerk of a nephew?"

Old Cousin didn't care, acting as if he hadn't heard, and smiled triumphantly at Shen Guodong and the other two.

Wen Saner cursed a few times and sat back down. After thinking for a while, he said, "Although I put up the capital, Old Cousin and the others have been helping me for the past two years, otherwise the family property would have been gone long ago. My father was right: to gain, one must give. Don't divide your share into three; let's divide that 1070 yuan into four parts, and the four of us will split it equally."

Old Cousin smiled at his uncle and said, "Third Uncle, do you have heart disease? Don't get so heartbroken that you collapse. That 1070 yuan in capital can be divided into three parts."

Wen Saner was so angry he kicked Old Cousin and cursed, "Get lost! You're the one who's sick, I'm not! Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"