Life is a Game

Jiang Feng is a person with good wine taste.

Pour three cups, sleep after pouring, neither run nor bark. Compared with Comrade Jiang Jiankang, who likes to drag others to chatter a lot of chicken soup for the soul when he is drunk, Jiang Feng is simply a model drunk.

When Jiang Feng woke up, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

He slept for more than 20 hours during this sleep, and he didn't eat a single bite of food before. After waking up, his first reaction was to faint, and his second reaction was to be hungry. He didn't even feel a headache and felt hungry.

Jiang Feng glanced at the clothes on his body. It was the same clothes he was wearing before he lost consciousness. There was a smell of alcohol, and Jiang Feng felt drunk when he smelled it.

There were new clothes prepared for him by Comrade Wang Xiulian on the bedside. Jiang Feng first went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, changed his clothes, and then went downstairs slowly to get some food.

The people downstairs heard the movement from above when Jiang Feng was taking a shower and knew that Jiang Feng had woken up, so they didn't think it was too strange to see him come down.

"Son, here are the dumplings you just made. Would you like Dad to cook some dumplings for you?" Jiang Jiankang asked, holding a dumpling wrapper in his hand.

"Yes, cook more, thank you Dad." Jiang Feng said weakly.

At noon yesterday, he pre-empted the attack with the attitude of early death and early death. Before all the cousins ​​respected him, he began to respect all the cousins ​​one by one. Baijiu was poured into his mouth in gulps, and those who didn't know thought that Jiang Feng was the reincarnation of Dionysus.

Then Jiang Feng fell down smoothly before paying respects to all his cousins.

It was also because of his lack of experience that Jiang Feng drank too much at one time because he drank so fast and violently. This time he was more drunk than the previous few times, which made him look listless and listless.

"Xiaofeng, come, make dumplings for a while." Wang Xiulian beckoned to Jiang Feng to come over.

Jiang Jiankang went to cook dumplings for Jiang Feng, and his seat was naturally vacated. Jiang Feng sat down on the chair Jiang Jiankang was sitting on and started making dumplings - the chair was still warm.

After wrapping a bag, Jiang Feng realized that something was wrong with this situation.

How could his mother, Comrade Wang Xiulian, sit with two uncles and two aunts to make dumplings?

He was not used to the harmony of this scene, and they were not only making dumplings together, Comrade Wang Xiulian was actually chatting with Jiang Feng's two uncles.

Jiang Feng looked over to the sofa again, and saw his cousin, who could recognize her face but didn't know her name, was nestling on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, and felt that everything was normal again.

"Sister, I see that your face has lost a lot of weight. It must be because you are too busy going to Beiping, have you lost weight?" Uncle Jiang Feng said with concern.

Jiang Feng carefully looked at Comrade Wang Xiulian's radiant round face, and confirmed that the uncle was opening his eyes and talking nonsense again.

"Really?" Comrade Wang Xiulian touched her face, "Maybe she lost weight from work. This Beiping is not like a small place like City Z. In the capital, the restaurant is big and everything needs to be taken care of. The restaurant has a lobby and a back kitchen. As for the employees of Bailaihao, can they not be busy? They have to get up before dawn every morning, and they can’t go home until after 12 o’clock in the evening. Not to mention losing weight, I feel that I am a lot haggard and a lot older.”

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"Xiulian, don't make yourself so hard, you are not young and your body can't stand such a torment." Grandma Jiang Feng felt distressed when she heard it.

Wang Xiulian waved her hand, she didn't make any more dumplings, and she sat on the bench and started bragging: "Mom, it's not hard work, I'm busy, but someone has to do things in the store. Don't you know that the competition in the catering industry in Beiping How fierce, many restaurants have been open since the end of the Qing Dynasty and have not been closed for more than 100 years. There are old restaurants, new ones, foreign restaurants and various cuisines. Our restaurant is new and has no foundation. Of course Be busy."

"Is the business good?" the uncle asked curiously.

"Of course, didn't I show you all the good reviews written by those customers yesterday? I just picked a small part of the twenty-odd pages of good reviews. If the business is not good, there will be so many good reviews. ?"

"Dad, Mom, you guys don't know how busy it was on the opening day. There were only two tables of reporters, and all kinds of reports were overwhelming. Besides, if the business is not good, can I be so busy every day? I'm so worried!"

"And the employees in our restaurant are all graduated from prestigious schools, and the management posts in the lobby are all highly educated. The foreman is from Xiaofeng's school, his senior sister, and he has a good-looking, beautiful family and a high education. This kind of person can be the foreman in our store, right Xiaofeng?" Wang Xiulian looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes, you are very good at painting."

In the art department, the pigeon essence, once the middle of the family is now rising, obsessed with his younger brother and the outstanding talent of Taifeng Building.

"Before, there was a young man named Sun in our store. His family opened a restaurant in Fujian. Later, he went back to inherit the family business. He also graduated from a famous school. What a ton, what a ton..."

"Wharton." Jiang Feng said.

"That Wharton graduate, a world-class prestigious school!"

"And the foreman?" Grandma Jiang Feng asked.

"chef."

Grandma Jiang Feng:?

"Xiulian, the store's business is so good, have you made a lot of money this year?" At this time, Jiang Feng's eldest aunt Li Hong couldn't care less about her jealousy, and asked eagerly.

She had already started to figure out how much money she should borrow from Wang Xiulian later.

Over the years, Li Hong has always been bitter about Huai Wang Sulian and Jiang Jiankang's indifference to them after Xianyu turned over, leaving her stunned for nothing. In Li Hong's heart, Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang should thank her very much. She felt that if she hadn't lent them money to open a store at the beginning, they would not have had a prosperous life later.

Completely forget about the 50% interest you asked for when you borrowed money and what you will look like after borrowing money.

Although Comrade Wang Sulian was bragging, it didn't mean she was ignorant when bragging. She glanced at Li Hong vigilantly, and her expression immediately turned into a look of sorrow.

"It's still making money, our whole family is about to be forced by debts to jump off the building and wipe our necks and hang ourselves!"

Everyone else: ? ? ?

Wang Xiulian's topic changed so quickly that they couldn't keep up with her rhythm for a while.

"What happened to Xiulian? Didn't you just say that the business was good? What happened?" Grandma Jiang Feng looked worried.

"Mom, you don't know how expensive the house prices and prices are in Beiping. Think about it, although Jiankang and Jiankang and my brothers and sisters have been competitive over the years, how can we get so much money?" The money bought the restaurant."

"The money is all borrowed!"

"More than three billion!" Wang Xiulian burst into tears, looking overwhelmed by reality.

Jiang Feng's grandparents and two uncles were shocked: "More than three billion?!"

"Xiulian, why do you owe so much money? Who do you owe it to? The bank or the country?" Grandma Jiang Feng was so frightened that she couldn't control the expression on her face.

"I owe a relative of Jiang's family. That elder is actually very talkative. Now he is very talkative, but who knows what will happen in the future? I owe so much money, I can't sleep because of worry every night, otherwise I wouldn't be like this Work hard. That's more than 300 million yuan, and it won't be paid off in a few years, and I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back until I die." Wang Xiulian said with a sad face, "Mom, don't look at this The restaurant business seems to be booming, but labor costs, utility bills, and all kinds of miscellaneous expenses minus the net profit are not much money at all."

Jiang Feng nodded again and again, yes, yes, it's only ten or twenty million.

"When the money is paid back at the end of this year, the family has no money left to buy pigs, and they can't even afford pigs when they return home. The children who celebrate the Chinese New Year haven't eaten a few bites of pork." Wang Xiulian thought of herself this year. I feel even more sad that I haven’t eaten two bites of pork during the Chinese New Year. “Sometimes I regret why I have a good life, but I have to go to Beiping to open a restaurant.”

"But after all, it is Grandpa Jiang Feng's lifelong wish. Even if I die, I may not be able to pay back the money. When Jiang Feng gets married, he may be able to pay it off when he gets old. The restaurant can be passed down like a family heirloom. In this way, the Jiang family can also pass on something to the younger generation. Although we have worked a little bit harder, for the sake of the younger generation, I think this hard work and dedication are worthwhile."

While talking, Comrade Wang Xiulian sighed: "Oh, there is no way, maybe we are destined to work hard, all for the sake of our children."

Jiang Feng's grandparents were so distressed that they were quietly wiping away their tears. Jiang Feng's grandma held Wang Xiulian's hand: "Xiulian, don't work too hard, my parents feel sorry for you if you go on like this."

"Yeah, sister, I feel sorry for you when you say that!" Uncle Jiang Feng was about to burst into tears.

"Second brother also feels distressed!" Jiang Feng's second uncle was already in tears.

"I don't work hard, who does hard work, someone has to work hard. Grandpa Xiaofeng said that among the juniors in the Jiang family, only Xiaofeng is a cook, and the restaurant will definitely be handed over to him in the future. For Xiaofeng No matter how hard Feng works, it's worth it, two years of hard work for me will save him two years of hard work."

While talking, Wang Xiulian wiped away the non-existent tears at the corners of her eyes with her hand, and got up: "Stop talking, why are you bringing up such bad things during Chinese New Year? I'll go and see how the healthy dumplings are doing."

Wang Xiulian turned around and put away her expression, she could hardly continue acting.

Comrade Wang Xiulian's acting skills have not been cultivated to the point where she can cry at will.

Jiang Feng, who watched the whole drama: ...

As expected of my mother!