Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 43 - 42 It’s My Fault

Chapter 43: Chapter 42 It’s My Fault

Days had passed.

These days, Cheng Zhu had been exceptionally busy.

Because the visitor volume at the store “Persistent Visit” was increasing daily, he and Wang Anquan had to respond to a large number of customers every day.

In Guan Yun County, the factory owner supplying Cheng Zhu was named Chen Bin.

He had now gotten quite familiar with Cheng Zhu.

Chen Bin never expected that this somewhat ruffian-looking young man could actually sell goods so well!

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“He’s running a new store, huh? How long has it been, and there are so many orders every day?” Chen Bin thought.

It wasn’t like he had never worked with e-commerce before; he knew how exaggerated this was.

Just yesterday, their factory’s biggest client had come to the factory, and naturally, Chen Bin had to invite this important client to have dinner at a hotel.

During the meal, as the drinks circulated and they were on their third round, Chen Bin, driven by curiosity, asked this client, who owned a chain of physical QQ product stores, what level of a new store “Persistent Visit” was considered?

This big client, who had also tried his hand at e-commerce last year and made a mess of it, losing a good deal of money, looked at the “Persistent Visit” data and fell silent.

After a while, he finally said, “Hey Chen, do you know the operator of this store?”

“What’s up?” asked Chen Bin. “The store owner didn’t hire an operator; it’s a young guy doing it himself.”

The man sighed, raised his glass to clink with Chen Bin, and said, “Then there’s nothing to be done, otherwise I really wanted to poach such a capable operator; the pay would be up for negotiation.”

With just that short exchange, Chen Bin had a good idea of the situation.

He couldn’t help but recall the last time they parted, standing at the factory door smoking with this young man.

The young man had looked around the factory boastfully and said, “Boss, if our cooperation goes well, expect it next year. You’ll need to hire more people and add a few more lines in this factory.”

At that time, Chen Bin didn’t take it seriously, chalking it up to a bit of bravado while they smoked.

Now it seemed, if this store called “Persistent Visit” could maintain this momentum, it might just break into the top ten in its category one day.

“Damn, it’s still the young folks, sharp-minded,” Chen Bin repeatedly marveled internally.

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The weather in Hang City was hot in the afternoon.

Cheng Zhu was looking at a negative review in the backend.

The content of the negative review was: poor gathering effect.

Cheng Zhu looked at the size purchased by the customer, and indeed, it was the smallest size available.

Regarding such reviews, he was somewhat helpless.

“Damn, we’re selling QQ products, not magic products.”

“If your chest is flat like your back, how can it gather well? And to insist on buying this model, isn’t that just highlighting the shortcomings?”

But as an e-commerce merchant, negative reviews definitely had to be addressed as much as possible.

Cheng Zhu immediately delegated this task to Wang Anquan.

The young man had grown rapidly recently and should be able to handle it.

Sure enough, Wang Anquan immediately contacted the customer.

After figuring out that it was a female customer, he immediately said, “Dear, doesn’t your boyfriend think that smaller is also cute?”

After that, it was just relentless flattery, regardless of her reaction from A to E.

Cheng Zhu had long realized that Wang Anquan had always had the potential to be extremely flattering.

The customer is God, and this God was handed over to him.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Cheng Zhu’s phone rang. His mother was the caller, but when he answered, it was Little You’s voice.

“Brother, mom says to go have dinner at grandpa’s house together later.”

“Alright,” Cheng Zhu said.

After hanging up, he guessed his parents must have talked to the supermarket owner about the transfer.

His intuition told him that today’s dinner at grandpa’s might be because his mom wanted to ask his grandpa… for some money?

Business at Yunlai Restaurant was indeed stable, but with a son and daughter to support, the family’s savings weren’t actually substantial.

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They must have calculated and found the money slightly short.

Cheng Zhu’s grandparents had passed away early, even before his father had married, so he and Little You had never met their grandparents.

With no parents of his own, Cheng had been a poor young man in his youth; hence, he was pretty much considered a “live-in son-in-law,” previously living in Cheng Zhu’s maternal grandfather’s house.

Cheng Zhu’s grandfather had been a chef in his early years and had passed all his culinary skills to Cheng, which later led to the founding of Yunlai Restaurant.

For Cheng, this elderly man was not only his father-in-law but also his master.

He respected and somewhat feared him.

It was said that during his rebellious phase, if he ever got beaten by Cheng, he sometimes called his grandpa to complain.

The elderly man did have some savings, and when Cheng Zhu got accepted into university, this grandparent who doted utterly on his grandson and granddaughter cheerfully gave him a red packet of five thousand yuan.

Grandpa’s thinking was simple: he was old and could pass away at any time, and since you can’t take money with you in death, he might as well be generous to his grandson and granddaughter.

In other words, the capital that Cheng Zhu had to gamble on the World Cup came largely thanks to his grandfather.

Thus, after winning money at the World Cup, he took an afternoon to buy some fruits and visited his grandparents.

He didn’t buy anything too expensive because at this stage, it would pain the elderly to see him spend money.

But it would be better once he really started making good money.

Cheng Zhu now maintained a frequency of visiting his grandparents about once a week.

To say something brutal yet realistic, for many people, the remaining number of times they could see their elders was already countable.

Cheng Zhu hadn’t gone to his grandparent’s house last weekend because he had been too busy getting the store on track; even when Jiang Wanzhou called him out to watch a movie, he refused.

The movie currently popular during the summer season was called “Little Era”.

In Cheng Zhu’s view, if they were really going to borrow money from his grandpa, it was actually a good thing under the current circumstances.

Firstly, he was confident in his parents running a community fresh supermarket; the money would definitely be repaid.

Secondly, his gamble-addicted uncle wanted to swindle money; coincidentally, the family was in debt.

At five in the evening, Xu Yun brought her son and daughter to her parents’ house.

Cheng hadn’t come because someone had to be at the restaurant.

Outside, Little You was responsible for knocking on the door.

Immediately, the voice of Grandpa Xu Chenglin, feigning ignorance, came from inside: “Who is knocking at the door?”

“Grandpa, Grandpa, it’s me!” Cheng Youu said sweetly.

After the door opened, a rich scent of chicken soup wafted out, very fragrant.

“Shh—, it smells so good,” Cheng Zhu said immediately.

“I stewed a free-range chicken,” Grandpa Xu Chenglin said with a smile.

Cheng Zhu had never really understood whether free-range chickens and free-range eggs actually had higher nutritional value.

All he knew was that free-range chickens and eggs indeed seemed to taste better.

When Cheng Zhu entered the house, he felt that the living room was still rather cool, but not overly so.

Obviously, the air conditioner had only been turned on recently.

Elderly typically only turn on the air conditioner in their rooms during hot days, sparingly using it in the living room.

It seemed that the elderly couple had timed their grandchildren’s arrival and had turned on the air conditioner in the living room in advance.

During the meal, although Cheng’s and Grandpa’s cooking skills were inherited from the same lineage and had many similarities, Cheng Zhu still found it incredibly delicious.

Cheng Zhu really turned into a pig, gobbling up the food until he was stuffed before finally putting down his chopsticks.

He knew well enough that the elders’ happiness was simple: the more vigorously you ate, the happier they were.

If he ate less, they would sensitively wonder if there was something wrong with their cooking.

Once people age, they often become sensitive like children.

After eating, Grandma went to the kitchen to cut some fruit, while Grandpa seemed to suddenly remember something, stood up, and opened the fridge, taking out two bottles of fresh milk.

He walked to the sofa with a smile, placing one bottle in front of both Cheng Zhu and Little You with stability.

Cheng Zhu was somewhat used to this; apart from last week, he had been visiting almost every week, and each visit included fresh milk, obviously prepared specially by his grandpa.

Little You was busy watching TV, not bothering with the milk.

Cheng Zhu immediately opened the bottle and was about to gulp it down.

After one sip, he realized something was off.

The fresh milk’s shelf life was too short; it seemed to have expired. It was probably prepared for Cheng Zhu last week, but he had been too busy to visit.

Though Cheng Zhu tried to hide it well, Grandpa Xu Chenglin still noticed something was amiss and checked the bottle, annoyingly saying, “Oh my, my mind, it’s been over ten days.”

He wasn’t upset about the money but annoyed that he had given his beloved grandson spoiled milk.

The elderly man quickly got up to pour water for Cheng Zhu, muttering continuously, “Oh, I’m so forgetful, really so forgetful.”

“Look at you, almost half a month without a visit, and when you do, your grandpa serves you expired milk.”

He began to repeat those few words, “I’m so forgetful… I’m so forgetful…”

Listening to these words, Cheng Zhu felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

He thought it was time to hire more staff; many tasks didn’t need his direct involvement. He needed to free up time to continue visiting his grandparents at least once a week.

Because Cheng Zhu knew deep down, it wasn’t the elders’ fault for the expired food…

—It was you who came back late.