Reborn 1990: Make a fortune and become well-off

Back home, as soon as Chen Ende took the money and was about to go out, his father stopped him, "You bastard, why are you going?"

Chen Ende was afraid of his father, so he couldn't help but hold on to the money in his hand, but on the surface he was very rebellious, "You don't have to worry about what I do, it's just business anyway, so you can stop meddling in my affairs from now on!"

Chen's father saw the money in Chen Ende's hand and sneered, "It tastes so lazy, but I asked your mother for money to go out and have fun. I don't care about you, as long as you don't starve to death."

For so many years, Chen Ende was a useless person in the eyes of his father. Even his father didn't even bother to call him by his name and just called him a bastard.

Now he finally found something serious to do, but his father ignored him and scolded him for being lazy.

Chen Ende also lost his good temper and simply said, "Yes, I am a bastard, I am useless mud, then what do you care about me? Just treat me as dead and out of sight and out of mind from now on." How worry-free?”

When Chen's father heard this, he was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped Chen Ende.

"Get out of here, get out of here, don't even think about asking me for a penny again!"

Chen's mother heard the noise in the house and immediately ran out to persuade the father and son, "Are you two enemies? You will quarrel as soon as you meet. What will it look like if the neighbors hear it? Ende, don't make your dad angry. His blood pressure has been high recently." high……"

"Why don't you care about him? He's just looking for trouble!"

Chen Ende wanted to continue, but when he saw his mother winking at him, Chen Ende turned around and went out.

Mother Chen turned back to comfort Father Chen, and stretched her hand gently along his chest, "The child is old, so if you can't take care of it, take care of it less. It's not worth it to make yourself sick!"

"It's not what you're used to!" Chen's father was annoyed, walked into the house without saying a word, and slammed the door.

Mother Chen sighed and chased out the door. Chen Ende was no longer around, and she couldn't help but sigh.

After Lin Meihui and Song Yi cleaned up the shop, they called some decoration masters to talk about the decoration. After just a few minutes of talking, Chen Ende came in with a straight face, handed Lin Meihui money and turned to leave.

Lin Meihui pulled him and saw the redness and swelling on his face and asked, "What's wrong with your face? Why is it so red?"

When Chen Ende saw that the decorator was there, he responded casually, "I bumped into it accidentally just now!"

Lin Meihui saw that he was lying and didn't say anything at the moment. She only ordered Song Yi to communicate with several decoration masters. She took Chen Ende to a secluded place outside and asked, "Did you have a quarrel with your family?"

Chen Ende looked like a wronged child, his eyes red, "Why can't my dad believe that I will become a useful person? When we meet, he calls me a bastard and a waste. I am a bastard, so what is he?"

When she first entered the store, Lin Meihui saw that Chen Ende had been wronged. When he said this, Lin Meihui understood immediately.

"In fact, parents sometimes hope you can be better, but they are not good at expressing..."

"He didn't express anything at all, he just shouted!"

Seeing Chen Ende's angry look, Lin Meihui couldn't help but laugh, "You know, only children who are pampered by their parents can become angry and willful. Like me and Brother Song Yi, neither of us has the love of our parents. Even one of us is angry." There is no place left.”

Chen Ende had never known about the life experiences of Lin Meihui and Song Yi, so he couldn't help but be stunned.

Lin Meihui talked to Chen Ende about things in the countryside, "Brother Song Yi lost his parents when he was very young. It was his grandma who raised him. You can imagine the hardships along the way, so now he is very practical in everything he does. He knows that no one Support me from behind.”

"But you are different. If you do something wrong, your parents will always be on your side. As time goes by, you think this is natural!"

"But have you ever thought about what would happen if your parents were gone?"

Speaking of the depth of love, Lin Meihui patted Chen Ende's shoulder gently, "The blame from your father and mother is always that you want you to be independent. They don't trust you, so they can't wait for you to grow up, so they scold you like that."

Chen Ende froze in place. He had never thought about this matter in this way before.

I just felt that my father was too annoying and didn't give him any freedom. After listening to Lin Meihui's words, I realized their good intentions.

"Then what should I do?"

"Do it well. The canteen will be selling goods in the next few days. Go visit the county and see where the goods are good, cheap and reputable. Let's explore the ways of doing business while we do it, and we will get better and better in the future."

Lin Meihui took out one thousand and fifty from Chen Ende's money and handed the rest back to him, "Invest this money and you will own half of this canteen from now on. You have to do your best to plan for our shop, okay?"

"it is good!"

Chen Ende was a little touched. He didn't worry about anything, but he made his first money with Lin Meihui.

This canteen was also run by Lin Meihui, and now he can be the boss for no reason.

Chen Ende felt that Lin Meihui was too kind to him, "Meihui, don't you really like me? I have someone I like..."

Lin Meihui was about to go back when she heard Chen Ende's question and laughed, "This is what Brother Song Yi means. He thinks you are smart and flexible in business and have more connections than the two of us. Stop thinking nonsense!"

Back in the store, Song Yi had already negotiated the decoration style and price with the decoration masters, and the workers started working.

Lin Meihui also handed over Chen Ende's 1000 yuan to Song Yi, "Brother Song Yi, this is Chen Ende's [-] yuan,"