I achieve financial freedom by rewarding myself

Chapter 102 My son is grown up

"Get in the car quickly, you can't stop here for too long."

Ten minutes later, Wang Shang's father finally drove a white SUV that he didn't know the name of until now, with a logo that looked like a bull's horn.

Wang Shang came to the back of the car with the suitcase, opened the trunk, put the suitcase in, and sat on the passenger seat.

Dad Wang immediately drove the car up, but at a crossroad, Dad turned around and went down.

"Dad, you want to go the old way?" Wang Shang subconsciously grasped the handle on the car door.

"Hurry up on the old road."

"Don't, the old road is too dangerous."

Wang Shang was in a hurry. The old road was not only narrow, but the outer lane to go back was still on the side of the cliff.

When he was in high school, every time he had to go home on weekends and take the bus to the seat near the outside, Wang Shang felt as if he was hanging above a cliff, which made him terrified, for fear that the car would fall off.

"If you can't speak, don't talk, talk nonsense."

Father Wang frowned. In their generation, they believe that misfortune comes from their mouths, so when driving, it is most taboo for someone to say something dangerous.

Wang Shang shut up, he also remembered this matter, he said it once in his previous life, and was also beaten back by his father.

Seeing that his son had stopped talking, Father Wang didn't say anything else and concentrated on driving.

Soon, the car drove down the middle of the mountain, and there was a cliff outside Wang Shang's car window, but because it was night and there were no street lights on this road, it was unreal, only the little lights from the village below, like The stars twinkle in the dark night.

This dispelled the fear in Wang Shang's heart a lot.

During the day, the road is really scary.

In particular, it has a sharp bend. When taking the shuttle bus, because the car is relatively high, there will be a centrifugal force when the car turns to push people away from the cliff, and the car will also have a tendency to tip over.

It's scary, it makes you feel like the car is going to fall off a cliff.

In short, every time he walked this road when he was a child, Wang Shang tried to avoid sitting on the side of the cliff.

Later, the government may also feel that this road is too dangerous, so it opened up the mountain and built a tunnel, which is a new road, which was opened two years ago.

Wang Shang just wanted his father to go through the tunnel.

It's just that if you walk through the tunnel, you have to go around to the top, and Father Wang doesn't think it's too far away.

Wang Shang also had no choice.

Fortunately, there were not many people walking on the small road, and there was no oncoming vehicle coming all the way downhill to the flat ground tonight, so there was nothing that frightened Wang Shang.

"Why did you resign?"

As the car entered the gentle road, Father Wang relaxed and began to ask his son why he resigned.

"The salary is too low, I want to change jobs." Wang Shang said casually.

He was going to talk about writing novels when he got home, so that his father wouldn't be surprised when he was driving.

"Then you're... not looking for a job when you come back?" Father Wang was puzzled.

"I've found it, and I'll tell you when I get home."

"I found it, what job?" Father Wang ignored his son, anxious to know what job his son had found.

"You guys will know when you get back." Wang Shang insisted on going home.

Father Wang glanced at his son, and muttered, "What kind of work, you're still so mysterious that you want to go home?"

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped on the side of the road in the village, which was also in front of Wang Shang's house.

His house is right next to the road, very convenient.

Wang Shang got out of the car and took his luggage and pushed open the iron gate of the yard to go in. Father Wang drove to the front and drove back to the big yard behind through the back door.

The advantage of the countryside is that the place is large.

Behind Wang Shang’s two-story one-story house, there is an open space the size of five or six basketball courts, which is used as a brick factory and can also be used for parking.

When his father came back from Guangdong Province, he invested more than 40 yuan in it, opened a small brick factory at home, and bought a medium-sized small truck for pulling bricks, specializing in selling bricks.

The business was good at the beginning, but Wang Shang knew that after this year, the state will regulate and collect taxes in a centralized manner. Except for a few designated large brick factories, all other small brick factories will be closed.

Wang Shang's family is not surprised, so next year, in order to repay the loan, his father in his 50s will go to Guangdong Province to work in Guangdong Province with a prolapsed disc.

Wang Shang in his previous life could only feel unbearable about this, but he was powerless, unable to say: Dad, don't come, I'm enough.

The main purpose of Wang Shang's return this time is to settle the loan.

"The meal is still hot. Over there in the kitchen, you can eat by yourself later. Your dad and I have already eaten."

As soon as she entered the door, Shang's mother, who was sitting on the sofa, said to her son Wang Shang calmly.

"understood."

Wang Shang carried the suitcase through the living room, and then went upstairs. His room was on the second floor.

When he came to the room and turned on the light, there was already a clean sheet on his bed, apparently knowing that Wang Shang was coming back, Shang's mother spread it.

"very nice."

Every time he comes back and sees the sheets and quilts that have been made, Wang Shang feels an indescribable warmth in his heart, as if his whole body has been healed. No matter how tired he is outside, when he comes home, his parents will always let you Feel the reliability of home.

Go downstairs, eat, and then sit down on the sofa in the living room, ready to start a discussion meeting on Wang Shang's resignation and going home.

"Your dad said you have found a job, what job?"

As soon as Wang Shang sat down, Shang's mother asked. Obviously, Wang's father had already told her what Wang Shang said about finding a job.

Wang Shang sat alone on a sofa, he was a little full, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "I am writing novels on the Internet now."

"You really write novels!!!?"

Shang Ma was angry, and her voice couldn't help but get louder.

The last time she called to persuade her son to come back to take the official examination, his son said that he was writing an online novel. At that time, she persuaded her son not to be deceived, but she did not expect her son to...

Compared to Shang Ma's distrust, Father Wang was more sensible, and he asked, "What kind of job is writing a novel?"

"It's just..." Wang Shang explained how to publish novels on Qidian, focusing on how he made money by writing online novels, and told his parents.

After listening to it, Father Wang seemed to understand a little bit, and said, "You mean, if you write something, and then people on the Internet read it, you have to pay to read it, right?"

"Yes." Wang Shang nodded.

"It's like buying a ticket to watch a movie." Shang Ma frowned, and she understood a little.

"Yes." Wang Shang still nodded. Paying for writing a novel is essentially the same as paying for buying things, which is actually quite understandable.

Wang Shang's parents are not old-fashioned, even though they have not graduated from elementary school, when they first went out to work, they didn't know a few words, and they could only write their own names.

But after watching TV, not only did I know a lot of characters, but I could also write them.

Their ability to accept new things is relatively strong.

After hearing Wang Shang's careful explanation, they quickly understood that Wang Shang made money by writing novels.

But... being able to make money is one thing, and how much money you make is another.

So Shang Ma pointed directly at the core and asked, "Then how much salary can you make a month if you do this now?"

Wang Shang also knows his mother's character, no matter how good she says it is useless, you have to show real achievements before she will approve of your job.

This was the case with Wang Shang in his previous life. When he first started writing novels, he spent one or two thousand a month. My mother felt that the reason why his son wrote novels was because he was afraid of suffering and being lazy because he was afraid of working too hard, so he chose to write novels.

It wasn't until a year later that Wang Shang's monthly manuscript fee was stable at four or five thousand, that Shang's mother reluctantly accepted that her son's writing novels was a decent job for her to survive starvation.

So now... Wang Shang didn't talk nonsense, and directly showed his work text message, saying, "This is my salary for writing a novel last month."

Mother Shang took Wang Shang's mobile phone, and Father Wang also came over to look at Wang Shang's work text message on the mobile phone with his wife.

"26...34...[-]!!!"

Before Shang Ma could speak, Father Wang was shocked by the balance of 34 on Wang Shanggong's card and said it out loud.

Shang Ma was also shocked at the moment. She looked carefully and found that the total was 35, all of which were remitted this month.

In other words, her son now earns 35 a month! ! ! !
This... Shang Ma looked at her son, still a little bit unbelievable that this was real, and asked again for confirmation: "Is this true?"

Wang Shang didn't speak, just took his mobile phone from Shangma's hand, and then transferred 10 yuan to Shangma's WeChat in front of Shangma.

Mama Shang felt her phone vibrate, took out and opened WeChat, and sure enough, she saw the WeChat transfer opened by her son.

Looking at the shining ￥100000.00, I was stunned and didn't dare to click accept.

It's not that she hasn't seen 10 yuan. In fact, the couple's savings reached more than 50 yuan at the time.

But that is their accumulation of ten or twenty years.

But now, her son casually transferred 10 yuan to her, which was their previous income for at least four or five years.

However, the [-] is still less than half of his son's salary last month.

In other words, his son's salary for two months is more than their lifetime struggle.

How can you not shock Shang Ma, and make her feel like she is dreaming, which is unreal.

"Take it, Mom." Wang Shang urged.

"You...we borrowed you."

Shang Ma finally accepted it, but emphasized that it was a loan from her son, and she could accept the small money with peace of mind. She would never want her son for such a big money of tens of thousands.

"Okay." Wang Shang smiled and didn't say anything. He knew that his mother's character was like this.

In the previous life, during the Chinese New Year next year, the loan had to be paid off. Wang Shang gave 6000 yuan to Shang Ma. Shang Ma also said that she borrowed it from her son and would have to pay it back later.

Wang Shang didn't care. He gave money to his parents, so naturally he wouldn't have any reason to ask his parents to pay back the money.

But four years later, when Wang Shang had forgotten how much money he gave Shang Ma to repay the loan, Shang Ma still remembered clearly that in addition to the 6000 yuan, there were other more than 1000 yuan that Wang Shang took from Wang Shang. She was very anxious about the [-] yuan.

It can be seen that she really took paying back her son's money seriously.

"You transfer [-] to me to pay back the loan."

Father Wang touched Shang Ma's shoulder, and seeing Shang Ma accept the 10 yuan from Wang Shang, he was a little jealous, but he was too embarrassed to speak to his son, so he turned his ideas on his wife.

Shang Ma glared at her husband and said, "I took my son's money just to repay the loan."

Speaking of which, Shang Ma really transferred the 8 yuan to Dad Wang.

"What loan?" Wang Shang asked timely, in fact, he already knew about the loan.

"It's like this..." Shang Ma began to explain the loan.

Wang Shang knows about the loan. In a nutshell, the annual income is only enough to maintain life and pay interest, but not to repay the principal.

Then four or five years passed like this, and the loan was still the same loan, which had not been repaid.

This is equivalent to carrying a debt of [-] yuan on the body at any time. After a long time, it has formed a kind of pressure on Wang's father and Shang's mother.

The two have long wanted to get rid of the pressure of life brought about by this loan.

"Anyway, that's all about our family now."

Shang Ma not only talked about the loan, but also talked about some difficulties at home, such as not being able to open a brick factory next year, and she plans to open a lingerie store in the next town next year.

Originally, Shang's mother would not tell her son about these things.

But now that her son has made a lot of money, Shang's mother felt that her son was already an adult, and she should let her son know about the family's difficulties, so she spoke out.

It was only at this time that Wang Shang knew that his parents knew in advance that the brick factory would not be able to open next year, and they had plans accordingly.

Thinking of this, while Wang Shang admired his parents, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

This is parents, struggling silently in places we don't know.

"But all of this is over, I was born again, this time, my parents can enjoy the blessings in advance." Wang Shang thought to himself.

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(End of this chapter)