Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 698 - 700 New Ideas

Hearing the news that Gong Zheng is finally leaving, Renee Gong breathed a sigh of relief; he really was like an unkillable cockroach.

Clearly he had been told to leave, yet he stubbornly stayed, and in the end, it was Zhao Gang who stepped in.

Renee Gong could imagine once Zhan Jing’s career takes off, he would likely pop up to say some inevitable things.

Looking at Renee Gong’s face, full of conflict, Zhao Xuran felt curious, "What’s wrong?"

"I’m just worried that Gong Zheng will pop up in the future to talk about Uncle Zhao." Judging by current trends, everyone’s future won’t be hard; it should be quite good.

At least Renee Gong guarantees that Zhan Jing’s Shiyu Hall should develop further, and with Zhuge Zhi offering support, it should thrive.

Worried about Gong Zheng? This girl is really too timid, although sometimes she seems quite bold, "Why worry about him?"

"Would he behave if not chased out?"

"Only by giving him money and satisfying his demands will he be content." To make Gong Zheng satisfied, you have to give him money.

Of course, just giving money isn’t enough, "He needs to feel we’re giving it sincerely."

Only then won’t Gong Zheng be hurt, but what can we do? The guy is relatively weak these days, and needs to be treated well.

Sincerely giving money? Zhao Xuran could only say, some people have incredibly thick skin, "Your family is quite unique."

Unique... Renee Gong really wanted to say her family is full of unusual characters, almost a nest of them, but she couldn’t say that.

The truth is, she had created too many new phrases; Renee Gong expressed that to avoid attracting attention, she must stay low-key without being careless in speech.

"There’s no way, they’re all quite selfish, including my uncle, claiming he can’t bear to leave Grandma, but does he even take care of her?"

Regarding Gong Zheng’s claims about worrying that Zhang Lan wouldn’t be cared for well by Gong Qiang, she didn’t truly believe it was for Zhang Lan’s good.

If he truly felt Zhang Lan wasn’t comfortable at Gong Qiang’s, he could completely go take care of her himself, "Look, even during holidays, he doesn’t want to go back and care for Zhang Lan."

A Gong Zheng who’d rather stay in Beijing facing unpleasant looks than go back, Renee Gong really couldn’t see any goodness in him.

"Ah, it seems to be just a show." Renee Gong anticipated that Gong Qiang and Gong Zheng would have yet another conflict over some unknown matter.

Anyway, Gong Qiang has Zhang Lan with him, however displeased Gong Zhuang might be, they’d have to spend money, "I predict he’s out of money."

"Out of money, surely not to the extent of being unable to provide money for caring for your Grandma." Zhao Xuran was shocked, "Your Grandma didn’t give him money? Wasn’t he working before?"

What does Renee Gong know about that, she’s actually considering whether Gong Zheng might use the pretext of standing up for Zhang Lan, hoping Gong Tao would step in and urge Gong Qiang to take better care of Zhang Lan.

Then, accidentally offending Gong Qiang, the guy might stir up trouble demanding Gong Tao spend more money, what then?

As for Gong Zheng, he could boldly go to Gong Qiang, claiming it was all due to his efforts that Gong Tao stepped in.

Renee Gong had truly seen quite a few such shameless people.

"Enough, stop talking about it. Didn’t you mention how to earn money during New Year before? I just remembered, we could print some Spring Festival couplets." Zhao Xuran thought for a moment and came up with a good suggestion.

Spring Festival couplets? Right, Renee Gong had forgotten this; it couldn’t be helped. Having just arrived, due to the movement, households hadn’t put up couplets or "Fu" characters in ages, so she hadn’t thought of it either.

Later in Beijing, the couplets at the door were penned by Zhuge Zhi himself, and families in the area also took to writing their own couplets.

Renee Gong had long forgotten this money-making trick that perhaps many predecessors who traveled through time had profited from. Now that Zhao Xuran mentioned it, clearly no one had made money this way.

Since no one had made money this way, how could Renee Gong miss it, "Sure, we can do wholesale then and set up a stall."

Although life for everyone isn’t great these days, it’s certainly better than before, and pasting couplets during the Spring Festival is normal.

"Then we should start thinking of good couplet matches." Thinking of this, Renee Gong became frustrated; living in high-rise apartments later, couplets were practically abandoned, replaced by just a single pasted "Fu" character.

This lazy result was a lack of good couplets, and how could new inspiration be written? Renee Gong worried.

"We can look through books and everyone can think hard." Zhao Xuran didn’t quite understand why Renee Gong would worry about these things. To him, old couplets seemed quite fine.

However, what Ni Zi said was also correct—good couplets would make buyers willing to pay, otherwise they might as well ask someone to write them a couplet.

But in that case, the style of the couplets shouldn’t be too ordinary, otherwise they’d fail to attract buyers.

"We can discuss it later; anyway, we have a printing factory." Right now, Zhao Xuran was truly not worried; the factory is theirs, so why worry about finding a location later?

Right, at this point Renee Gong suddenly remembered what she really missed, ahhhh, she regretted so much.

Clearly having such great resources, why think of printing study materials or school exam papers? The former had booming business, enough to sustain a factory, while the latter, though less frequent, required immense effort.

Clearly someone who traveled through time, how couldn’t they think of more money-making opportunities? Renee Gong felt like crying, grateful the factory survived these six months, otherwise jumping into the moat would be inevitable.

No, it’s still the jump into the moat route; at least now they can earn more money, there’s no need to go to the Northeast to harvest any herbs—it makes money, but only the hard way.

Every time coming back from the Northeast, even though there’s quite a distance from African brothers and sisters, you’d become sun-kissed momentarily, then white again after winter, but not in summer.

Although young skin’s healing ability is strong, it still can’t make one into a fair, rich, and beautiful type, leaving Renee Gong quite troubled.

No way, can’t keep delaying this, already missed so many money-making opportunities. If anymore are missed, even finding a few centennial ginseng won’t matter.

Watching Renee Gong’s expression continuously change, Zhao Xuran was surprised. But seeing her later look relieved, he too relaxed.

There should be no problem; otherwise, she’d have cried already.

"What’s up?" Zhao Xuran asked curiously.

Before discussing the plan with Zhao Gang and the others, Renee Gong reckoned it best to first discuss with Zhao Xuran to perfect the plan.

More importantly, later Zhao Xuran could discuss with Zhao Gang and the others, perfectly covering her role as a little God of Wealth.

Renee Gong never sought a good reputation; these days a loud reputation is useless and not silently making money is the real deal.