After opening his eyes, Sangbai heard a clattering sound from the window hit by the rain.

I got up and stepped on the floor with barefoot, came to the front of the window, gently opened a corner of the window, looked out, and saw that it was bright outside, and the sound of the little wind and rain filled my ears.

A night of breeze and rain have blown down the ginkgo leaves in the yard. As autumn gradually approaches, the old silver-flagged trees in the yard have reached the most beautiful season of the year. The ginkgo leaves on the trees have all turned into gold and hung on the branches, dressing themselves up as the tree of wealth.

“Is it raining?”

Xia Yanqiu was confused and supported her body with her arms. When she saw her husband standing in front of the window, she asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's raining, and there's a little breeze. The yard is full of fallen ginkgo leaves, which are very beautiful," Sang Bai turned around and said to his wife.

"What time is it? Do you want to wake up the child?"

Sangbai smiled and said, "You are confused when you sleep. Today is the weekend. You should sleep for a while. Let's have dinner tonight."

"Oh!" Xia Yanqiu lay down again.

However, after lying for less than two minutes, Xia Yanqiu got up again: "No, there are still customers coming here today, I have to go to the train station to pick them up."

"I know, I know, but the guests will arrive at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and it's only six o'clock in the morning," said Sangbai.

Xia Yanqiu said: "Go early or late! And this customer is very important to us. As long as we can get their orders, it will be a big step for our small factory..."

Listening to Xia Yanqiu's words, when he turned his head and saw his wife sitting up from the bed, Sang Bai said, "I told you a long time ago, take some money from your family to subsidize your small factory, and do technical transformations, you just don't listen."

"The family's money is the family's money. The two cannot be confused. If I take your money, why should I maintain this small factory? I might as well ask you to open a big factory for 350 million yuan," said Xia Yanqiu.

Sang Bai shook his head gently after hearing this. He actually understood that money is really not very important to Xia Yanqiu. She just wanted to create a career by herself.

However, according to Sang Bo's estimate, her small factory can't last long. The first is the brand factor. Thirty years later, the domestic products will recover, and her small factory can still survive by making high-quality products.

However, the idea that foreign goods are best in this environment is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No matter how good she does, it will not be easy to win the favor of the market. This is a very realistic problem.

It is also called an arm that cannot twist the thigh.

This is why Sang Bai asked Guo Changyou to make his first pot of gold when he first made clothing, and then he started making fast food, because in the next thirty years, the clothing produced in China has been the bottom-end products.

This is actually a funny thing. OEM products can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan, but those that are produced by themselves can only be sold for two or three hundred yuan.

The Chinese people's pursuit of famous brands will reach its peak in the next 30 years, and will reach an abnormal level. Then, after the domestic economy grows, they will slowly get rid of the influence of famous brands. Once they have confidence, they will become calm about famous brands.

Let’s put it this way, Sangbai has already determined that Xia Yanqiu’s small factory may be destroyed within two to three!

Xia Yanqiu probably doesn't know yet, she is investing 200% of her enthusiasm into her career.

Sang Bai would not persuade, nor would he let Xia Yanqiu deal with the current factory. He understood that sometimes failure is also an experience. No matter whether Xia Yanqiu succeeds or fails, it will not have much impact on the family's finances. Since this is the case, it's better to leave fate.

Thinking of this, Sang Bai couldn't help but think of the one who could have failed several times in his previous life, and suddenly a sense of satisfaction arose.

"Why did you smile so slutty early in the morning?" Xia Yanqiu looked at her husband who was standing next to the window with a squinted smile on his face.

As for the word "despicable", Xia Yanqiu naturally learned it from Sang Bai's catchphrase.

"I said you should wear more clothes, it will be cold today."

Sangbai did not express his thoughts because he was afraid that his wife would deal with him.

"You don't need a car today, do you?"

"No, by the way, I'll send you there. The road slids on this rainy day and I'm worried about you," said Sang Bo.

Xia Yanqiu said: "You thought it was two years ago. The roads have been repaired now. Unlike before, you can step on a puddle, don't worry, I feel relieved when Xiaoyan drives."

"She?" Sang Bo had a little urge to cover his head.

"Of course it's her. OK, don't worry," said Xia Yanqiu.

Sang Bai thought for a while and said, "Then I'll go make breakfast for you, what do you want to eat?"

"Is there any spicy soup? I suddenly want to drink some spicy soup," said Xia Yanqiu.

The mulberry sounded strangely and said, "Look at it, hey!"

After saying that, he stepped on his ideas and walked out of the yard.

Looking at her husband's appearance, Xia Yanqiu couldn't help but feel happy. Sometimes she gave Xia Yanqiu the feeling that her husband did not look like a leader who ruled the 10 billion business kingdom, but a child who never grew up.

Since the last time her husband said that she had built a building of 5 billion, Xia Yanqiu began to pay attention to her husband's work. She didn't deliberately ask when she met her. Just ask from time to time, Xia Yanqiu then realized how huge Blizzard Entertainment, which she had no regrets, was.

She also understands what it is like to have a game company that can achieve a sales of 100 million US dollars a year on Blizzard.

She finally understood why Guo Changyou and his wife had such a good relationship with her, not just because her husband was their husband's dog-headed military advisor.

The more she understood, the more she felt that she couldn't see her husband, because this was completely different from the image of the company boss and the helm of the business empire she envisioned.

He almost never gets angry, whether to his son or himself, sometimes he is as happy as a child. Just like just now, such a small scene made her feel warm and sweet, like an ordinary family of five.

Sang Bo didn't know that his wife would think about this day when she had time. If he knew, he would laugh out loud, because she just needed to ask, and he would give her a complete explanation. As for how much it cost, he really didn't know the exact number. He had to ask the accounting company and the audit company to know about this.

He came to the kitchen happily hummed a little song, and Sangbai began to cook spicy soup for his wife.

Go to the space to water a little soybean sprouts, then take out the loesses in the space, cut them into strips of loess shreds, start boiling water, then add bean sprouts, shredded black fungus, sausage, and a little bit of crumbs of beef tripe, boil over high heat, add shredded loess shredded loess, and shredded cabbage after boiling. When the heat is turned on again, add pepper, chili powder, etc., and finally add water starch to thicken it, turn off the heat and simmer for a while.

During the soup, the mulberry fermented a few thin crust pancakes, put oil on both sides in the pan until golden brown, then cut a little shredded cucumber and sour radish, paste a row of yellow beef from home, and then apply a roll of sauce on it. This is the dry goods for a meal in the morning.

"Oh, it's so rich"

Xia Yanqiu came over and saw that in addition to spicy soup, there were also rolled meat cakes, and his appetite suddenly grew.

"That's all, let's eat it quickly," said Sangbai.

Xia Yanqiu smiled and said, "You are the one who is your father, I can't bear to give it to your son."

Sang Bo said: "Who made these little things sleep in!"

As he was talking, he suddenly heard the voice of his second son: "What's the delicious food?"

Sang Bai looked up and found that his second son Sang Yu was dressed neatly into the pot house.

“I won’t go to school today!”

Sang Bai reminded his second son.

Sang Yu said: "I know, I'm not going to go to school. I'm going to observe the flying fox and learn about the squirrels. I found that the food of the two is quite similar, and there was a dispute between them..."

"You can't do it alone," said Sang Bo.

Sang Yu said: "I will bring the autumn harvest with me. Dad, don't worry, who can hurt me if there is autumn harvest?"

"Then you be careful...that's...forget it."

Sang Bai was about to say that you ate my pancake, but he swallowed it back when he was right. Who would eat differently from his own father?

After dinner, Xia Yan got into the company and rode away the sideboard. His second son Sang Yu wore a raincoat and took Qiuhu to observe what flying foxes were going.

Sang Bai stood in the corridor and watched the rain for a while, then prepared to get into the house and draw the scenery in his yard.

"Brother-in-law!"

Xia Weiguo suddenly appeared at the door.

"You came here so early?"

Sang Bai felt a little surprised. When he arrived at his home, the kid had to set off from home at least four o'clock.

Before Sang Bai could express his feelings, another person appeared at the door.

"Xiao Sang!"

The one who came was the old man Huang Daoran.

"When did you come back?" Sanbai was even more strange.

He reached out and touched the back of his head, looking at the gray sky that was raining, and murmured, "Is there really a saying that it is really a guest on rainy days?"

"What are you muttering about? I just borrowed your yard to draw a ginkgo, and didn't steal your family's money, it depends on your stingy look," Huang Daoran said.

"Didn't you go to Singapore to hold an art exhibition?" Sang Bai asked.

Huang Daoran asked back: "I can still drive for the rest of my life, of course I will come back after the driving. Just in time, this big ginkgo is so beautiful."

As he said that, Huang Daoran didn't be polite to Sang Bai, and directly placed his easel on the hem of the corridor and started drawing.

"Have you eaten?"

Xia Weiguo asked back angrily: "Brother-in-law, do you think I have eaten it?"

"That happens, there is spicy soup in the pot. I will heat the steamed buns for a while and then grab a plate of pickled vegetables for you," said Sang Bai.

"Why don't I have beef burritos?"

"Who did you hear? It's nonsense. In the morning, your sister and I both ate this. The mantle and pickled vegetables are fragrant!" Sang Bai was about to deny it.

Xia Wei Guodao: "I don't care what others eat, I just want to eat beef burritos."

"What if it's otherwise?"

Xia Weiguodao: "Or I would stand in the yard and shout, "Don't you give me some beef patties!"

"I... you are a well-known figure in the county, why are you still so fucked?"

Sang Bo has no doubt that this guy can do this. No one with a little face can do it, but why should my brother-in-law be shameless when he meets his brother-in-law?

"You just say you do it or not? If you don't do it, don't waste your saliva. If you yell here, I have to yell eastward to the village." Xia Wei Guodao.

Sang Bai was helpless: "You are cruel, you are the uncle, okay, I'll make it! Isn't it just a beef burrito?"
Chapter completed!