"I'll look for a job tomorrow." Zhang Weiye answered the question irrelevantly, but this concealment also admitted in disguise that he was just gambling and making money.

If it were the case before, Zhang Xu might have said a few words, but if it were him, it would be difficult to accept his father's situation now.

On the 29th day of the New Year, my wife divorced and ran away. On the 1st of the New Year, the creditor came to her house. On the 1st of the New Year, she was notified to be laid off again.

After repeated failures, Zhang Xu, as his son, was really worried that his father would collapse.

So much so that even though he knows that he is playing cards and money, he dare not blame him.

"Uncle, are you back?" At this moment, Yu Manjun's voice floated out of the yard, and then he saw his fiancé: "Zhang Xu, why are you standing outside? Come in quickly, snow falls on your shoulders."

Looking at his fiancé, Yu Manjun naturally felt distressed. He stepped forward to dust off the stolen goods on his body and helped carry the bicycle into the yard.

Zhang Xu followed in and saw that his father's room was completely dark, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you two? You can't be arguing, right?"

Zhang Xu suddenly thought of something, stared at her and asked softly: "Did my dad ask you for money?"

The sudden words made Yu Manjun a little at a loss.

He lowered his head and stared at Zhang Xu's toes, and kept rubbing his hands on one corner of his clothes. It was obvious that this was happening.

"You know my mom divorced my dad before because he likes to play money, right?"

"Uncle... Uncle asked me for it, so I can't refuse to give it." Her voice was very soft.

Yu Manjun is now Zhang Xu's fiancée, and it is not easy to deal with when facing Zhang Weiye, the absent-father-in-law.

Now they can make money, but if they say they don’t give it, they will probably cause criticism from the other party.

In desperation, he could only find some for him.

Although Zhang Xu was angry when he stared at his fiancée, he thought from the perspective of others. If it were him, it would be difficult to deal with this situation.

"You... don't be angry, I won't give it to you next time."

Seeing Yu Manjun's anxious eyes flushed, Zhang Xu felt unbearable: "Forget it, just don't give it to me in the future."

Zhang Xu knew very well that these days, food and clothing cost can’t be much money, but there is no bottom line for playing cards and playing money.

My father Zhang Weiye had never been to home all day before, so his mother made up her mind to divorce him.

If this continues, this company may not be able to take it.

Sitting on the chair and looking at his father's room, Zhang Xu's eyes were full of worry, but there was no good idea.

There are so many things happening now, so I can only wait and talk about it later.

Moss' business is under normal development, and now almost no matter how much Zhang Xu is required to be responsible.

As the business continues to become familiar with it, in order to share the pressure of his fiancé, Yu Manjun arranged routes for these orders every day while answering the phone.

This will give Zhang Xuyun more time to do his own thing.

After arranging Chen Peng and Zhao Jianguo early, Zhang Xu stepped on the familiar 28th bar.

This 28-year-old big quarrel was used to be the dowry of his parents when they got married, but now it has become his car to conquer the world.

The supply and marketing cooperative is the most familiar thing for him.

After just inspecting the current pedestrian street situation in Guancheng City, Zhang Xu knew very well that the next thing to be popular must be jeans.

The most common thing in the supply and marketing cooperative's inventory is now denim fabric.

Even if others don’t give up the price, he can still gain some profits.

"mom?"

It was a familiar office again, and Song Meiqin seemed to be used to her son coming here.

This time, I didn't care about the other people's gazes, and got up and walked out with a smile: "What's wrong? What's up? I'm here to see you? Mom, I'll tell you that the mousse you want can't be there in a day or two. If there's nothing else, don't mess with me."

Half-jokingly said these words to his son, Zhang Xu actually understood that the supply and marketing cooperative is on the decline now, and his mother is also anxious to do something.

"Mom, am I here to share the pressure for you?"

"Share the pressure?" Listening to Zhang Xu's words, Song Meiqin smiled and said, "Tell me, what are you interested in again? I will try my best to help you get the lowest price."

"I think we still have some inventory now, so I wondered if we could collect it first, so that we can help you solve some trouble."

Song Meiqin was stunned by her son's words.

Thinking of his big run away, he asked slowly, "Son, have you... really never blamed your mother?"

"I've been weird, but I also know your difficulties. My dad is playing cards every day. I'm afraid he will have the same idea if he wants me to change it to you." Zhang Xu continued to play the emotional card, but this is also his real idea.

"Okay, you said, what do you like?"

"I remember when I was watching yesterday, there seemed to be some inventory that had been suppressed for a long time. Can you tell me if you can give it to me?"

When Song Meiqin heard that what Zhang Xu wanted was inventory, she immediately laughed.

These things are valuable, but they are valuable only if they are changed. Now they are lying in the warehouse every day, that is garbage.

It’s tasteless to eat, it’s a pity to throw away.

Song Meiqin took out the previous inventory book in front of everyone: "Here, look, what do you want."

Zhang Xu turned the book directly to the page he wanted and pointed to the part outlined by the deficit: "I think there are a lot of this denim material, so I'll want it."

When Song Meiqin heard this, she frowned.

Although she also wanted to sell the stock of the supply and marketing cooperative, no one wanted anything that was hailed as "capitalist fabric".

Before, the clothing factory ordered the goods with them because of foreign trade supply.

No matter how you look, Zhang Xu doesn’t look like a master who can take foreign trade orders, let alone her own son, so she doesn’t want to really cheat her son.
Chapter completed!