Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 650 Good Days

Now there were only two paths, either sell the land to pay off debts or lease it out, using the leasing fees to repay the loans.

The rationale was just that.

And the situation was precisely this.

The once prosperous second factory was ruined by a pile of scrap metal.

The type of hardship with no recourse.

After understanding the situation, Song Yunuan also felt speechless.

Actually, if the original equipment had still been there, it would’ve been fine, seeing as these veteran workers were also valuable assets.

But the problem was, before those so-called advanced machines from overseas arrived, the old equipment had already been sold to various county-level stores, whether state-owned or private clothing shops.

Could they be purchased at the original price?

That was definitely impossible.

Frankly speaking, some were sold normally, while others were practically given away for free.

After all, once the new equipment was in place, wouldn’t it be possible to make a fortune every day? What money couldn’t be earned back?

Moreover, the management had all kinds of relatives and friends.

Who wouldn’t think of skimming a little something for themselves?

Some even bought them to take home.

There were quite a few old sewing machines around here, and their quality was top-notch.

Take them home, and they could be used for decades.

Making clothes for the kids, stitching shoe inserts, mending trousers—weren’t they all useful?

Who could live without a sewing machine when leading an honest life?

So just like that, all the original equipment was gone.

The new equipment was brought in from overseas with great difficulty, only to find that it was no better than the old machines they had before.

Song Yunuan looked at the country of the other party.

She curled the corner of her mouth.

This country had lots of swindlers; of course, there were some good ones too, but they were few.

What they liked most was stealing our business secrets, all kinds of medical recipes and formulas.

Just a while ago, she had caught several spies who were hiding in her uncle’s lab.

Of course, the same was true for any other secrets.

In short, they were the type who never gave up their thieving ways.

But this dumbfounding loss had to be swallowed with tears, as everything was carried out according to the contract, and even if you went to court, you couldn’t win.

Who’s to blame for your ignorance, for being deceived by others, for taking kickbacks, and not even inspecting the goods?

What’s the use of arresting all these people?

Song Yunuan really felt it was unreasonable for these workers to take out their anger on her family.

It seemed the situation here was not so simple.

Song Yunuan always felt there was an issue.

Then she said to Song Liang, "Dad, let’s not pay attention to this factory anymore. Call Xia Bowen, and even if there are hints from above, we’ll refuse. Just say that we currently have limited energy and funds, and aren’t considering contracting or merging with other factories."

Song Liang naturally nodded. He was truly busy nowadays; his daughter had found him a school where he could both study and work.

It wasn’t getting up at dawn and returning at dusk, but it was close.

But fortunately, the management team seemed to be good so far.

He especially listened to his daughter’s advice.

Since his daughter spoke thus, he told Xia Bowen the same.

Xia Bowen said to Song Liang, "I know about this matter, but whether there is anything going on behind the scenes, it’s hard to tell right now. If I have any news, I’ll let you know."

After this exchange, the matter was dropped.

Song Yunuan didn’t dwell on it either.

She was currently focused on the stocks in Xiangjiang and another place.

It was no longer possible to predict the timing of known events, but Song Yunuan felt that whatever was to happen would still happen.

It was just a matter of whether the timing would be brought forward.

Of course, Gu Huai’an and she still had to renovate their little home.

Low-key didn’t have to mean shabby; it could be a low-key luxury.

For instance, the flooring had to be solid wood, chosen teak imported from outside. The sofa had to be genuine leather.

All the materials used had to be eco-friendly and harmless.

What else was there?

As long as you have money, you can do anything.

Nowadays, many people prefer to go abroad to shop, boasting about how much better the things they buy are...

But the curtains, bed sheets, and duvet covers in Song Yunuan’s home were personally chosen by Old Mrs. Song and Xia Guilan, and the fabric was the finest cotton, naturally with patterns custom-made by the factory.

This is a small two-story building with a great view, very close to the Gu family, and also, not far from her maternal home.

It would take just over twenty minutes by car, though it is a bit further from the West Mountain Villa District.

But overall, if one were to choose marriage, it implies not being averse to having offspring.

For children to live here, from any perspective, it’s beneficial.

Song Yunuan stood in front of the door, with spring ending and summer beginning, the lake water rippled with clear waves, and the willows on the shore swayed in the wind.

Although the distant mountains weren’t visible, the sky was very clear, and here one could see the impeccably blue sky.

Such a location is not somewhere ordinary people could afford to live.

Gu Huai’an didn’t ask Song Yunuan if she had any other demands.

Song Yunuan wasn’t a pretentious person either; the two of them had a good laugh while getting the house sorted out.

Old Mrs. Song and Xia Guilan had visited and what else could they say? It was good, no matter what.

Not eye-catching, yet comfortable to live in.

Song Yunuan said to Xia Guilan, "Mom, even if we don’t tidy up, this house is still eye-catching."

Xia Guilan glanced around.

There were houses here too, but they were all detached, looking different from other places.

Old Mrs. Song said to Xia Guilan, "So what if it’s eye-catching? Huai’an and Little Nuan have made contributions that everyone can see. They fully deserve to live in this house."

Xia Guilan thought for a moment and realized her mother-in-law was right.

Forget about others; even back in Erdao River Village, it was the same.

Some distant relatives, who hadn’t been in touch for years, all showed up once her family had money.

They either wanted a job or to borrow money.

Some even directly said, "Your family is so rich, can’t you help my son get a wife? Back in the day, an in-law’s nephew’s cousin of your Song family had two steamed buns at my place."

Such relatives were connected by the flimsiest of ties.

What could you do?

If you didn’t lend her money, she would sit at your door crying, cursing the Song family for being unkind and rich without heart, ungrateful and conscienceless in so many ways.

But if you gave her the money, she would feel emboldened to ask you for more every two or three days.

Now that they’d come to Beidu, life was much quieter.

In the future, Erdao River Village would just be the old home.

Just like the old saying goes,

Poverty in a bustling city attracts no attention; wealth in the mountains finds distant kin.

Of course, these things couldn’t be mentioned to Little Nuan.

These people wouldn’t trouble Little Nuan.

Xia Guilan walked around and was truly satisfied.

Never mind the house itself; just consider the environment—it’s really good.

Let alone the style of her daughter’s home’s décor, which was not something ordinary people could compare with.

Elegant and exquisite.

Those were the only four words that came to Xia Guilan’s mind.

But there were deeper feelings.

How to describe it? It’s like entering her daughter’s house where you hesitate to touch the items displayed in the room.

The things positioned there emitted an indescribable sense of sophistication.

The aesthetics of these two kids truly reached perfection.

Her daughter living here, she really felt at ease.

The wedding date was chosen jointly by Old Master Gu and Old Master Ji.

Given Gu Huai’an’s status, a grand affair was not an option.

The day chosen, however, was indeed auspicious.

The wedding venue was set in the small auditorium of the large compound.

This small auditorium was not accessible to just anyone; many people within the compound had never been to that area.

And then, the people who attended the wedding were indeed either rich or noble.

Any randomly mentioned guest had a noteworthy status.