Three days later. On a sunny afternoon, the river and the old and new were discharged. Under the persuasion of Jiang He, the old and new temporarily recuperated in the Yixiang factory.

"Yuxiang, I'm a little hungry." Jiang He half-snuggled on the bed, trying to get Yu Xiang to look at him more. After returning from the hospital, Yu Xiang followed the magic, sitting at the table all the time to settle the accounts, the voice of the calculator crackled, but he never looked at Jiang He, and he didn't even care about it.

Talking about his man being injured, not to mention big fish and meat, at least he has to make some supplements to make up for his body, Yu Xiang doesn't have this mind at all, it's like getting into the eye of money, settling accounts over and over again.

"Zero, eight zero times four zero zero times three zero, equals nine hundred and sixty thousand." After counting the number of rows, Yu Xiang picked up the pen and recorded the data in the ledger.

She seemed surprised by the number, but she didn't show anything, and when she was done, she went out the door without saying a word.

Looking at the background of Yu Xiang's departure, Jiang He smiled. He knew that Yu Xiang was going to cook for him! This girl, with a hard mouth and a soft heart, must have been scared when she heard that she was injured, but now she is angry, angry that she doesn't care about her safety.

Jiang He thought, this time I have to coax Yu Xiang! Don't look at this girl's usual smugness, in fact, her mind is very sensitive, if she doesn't accept the soft guarantee this time, I'm afraid it will hurt her heart.

The Cold War, after all, consumed the feelings of the two. Jiang He got up slowly, walked to the table, and sat down where Yu Xiang was sitting just now, looking at the data she wrote.

After three days of rest, he was in good health, except for an injury on his arm, which restricted his movement a little.

Nine hundred and sixty thousand! Looking at the data on the ledger, Jiang He nodded. Yu Xiang pressed the sound of the calculator just now, and he probably guessed what these numbers represented.

With the lowest price of 80 yuan, multiplied by the minimum sales volume of 400 per day, and then multiplied by the average number of days per month of 30 days, it is a month that can earn 960,000 yuan.

In addition to costs and various basic expenses, net profit can also reach... Jiang He picked up the pen and roughly calculated.

Write down a number. 540,000! What is this concept? One-third of Zhang's construction company can be taken under the command of Jianghe!

And so on, in no more than a year, Jianghe can buy out all the construction companies in the prosperous market.

But this is clearly an ideal state. Reality, but not in the ideal. The market for pedal pants seems to be thriving, but in fact it is overdrafting, and with this status quo, there will be no profit to collect after half a year at most.

Whether it's because of smuggling and reselling, or because of market degradation, pedal pants will be eliminated. This is an indisputable fact.

Jiang He sighed lightly, took the pen, and began to think about the future development of the textile factory. He has to update the pedal pants in half a year, and appear on a new stage with a new look!

"It's important to make the pedal pants a brand, but it's also incumbent on you to show them on a bigger platform!" With the muttering of the river, Yu Xiang walked in with clear soup noodles.

Putting a bowl in front of Jiang He, she left in a hurry without waiting for Jiang He to speak. Jiang He looked at Yu Xiang's childlike temper and smiled.

But I decided to wait until she came back to untie the knot before eating. Where did Yu Xiang go in a hurry? Of course, it's to deliver food to the old and the new, and you can't let the guests starve to death, besides, the old and the new are still a sick number.

Soon, Yu Xiang returned. She sat down on the stool opposite Jiang He, took the pen and paper from Jiang He's hand, and the calculator, and began to recalculate.

"Zero, zero, zero..."

"Yu Xiang, I listened to the zero in the morning." Jiang He silently spoke: "I know I've worried you this time, I'm sorry." "To apologize is to be sincere.

No woman will continue to have a cold war with a man who sincerely apologizes. In addition to the aftertaste. She ignored Jiang He and continued to settle accounts.

Jiang He took a breath quietly, he knew that Yu Xiang was really angry this time.

"Yu Xiang, I make a lot of money, can I spend it on you?" Jiang He asked tentatively. Yu Xiang did not respond.

And it makes sense. Don't look at her constant dealings with money, in fact, her satisfaction with money is very simple, she just needs to have it.

To put it mildly, if it weren't for Jiang He's dislike of financial management, she wouldn't touch the ledger at all. When two people live a life, they can't both be hands-off shopkeepers.

"Yu Xiang, I..." Jiang He thought a lot, but when he really said it, he didn't know what Yu Xiang wanted.

But Yu Xiang ignored herself, and her heart was uncomfortable. In a hurry, Jiang He blurted out: "I love you." This time, Yu Xiang reacted.

Her hand pressing the calculator stopped in the air, and the whole person froze, as if she had clicked on the acupoint. This is the first time that they have spoken straightforward love words.

It's not excitement, it's not romance, it's crying! With a whimper, Yu Xiang couldn't hold back any longer, and tears poured down.

Silent tears hurt Jiang He's heart. He got up in a panic, ignoring the pain in his arm, and took Yu Xiang into his arms.

"I'm sorry to worry you." As soon as the words fell, Yu Xiang hugged Jiang He and cried. She's scared, she's scared, she's really trembling.

Because she can't imagine the days without rivers.

"If something happens to you, how am I going to live?" Yu Xiang punched Jiang He's chest and cried and shouted.

At this moment, all her feelings poured out. Jiang He was distressed, but he also felt unprecedented happiness.

After a long time, he still remembered that the bowl of clear soup noodles was exceptionally delicious... However, in the old and new memories, the bowl of clear noodle soup is hard to swallow......... The Li family in the same afternoon.

On the main hall. Li Yuhang was sipping tea, and there was a young man on the side, making tea. The doors and windows were closed, and only sunlight poured on the floor through the windows.

For the gloomy atmosphere between the two, a golden film is crossed.

"Night, you say, what should we do next?" After Li Yuhang finished tasting tea, he lazily lay on the mahogany chair and asked with his eyes closed.

He put his hands on the armrests on both sides, rubbing them gently, feeling the domineering spirit of this ancient chair. Regardless of the facts, he finally sat in the seat of the head of the family!

"The head of the family, I think that I can come to the bottom of the kettle to draw salary." The young man added new tea to Li Yuhang and leaned over and said.

He is the night, the killer cultivated by Xiao Lie, and another disciple of Xiao Lie! It's only in his early twenties.

"Draw a salary from the bottom of the kettle?"

"Yes!" Ye started making tea again: "As long as you take away the textile factory in Jianghe, then the follow-up will be much easier, and if there is no supply source, it will be chaotic!" ”

"When the time comes, we will reap the benefits of the fisherman!" When Li Yuhang heard this suggestion, he burst out laughing. How could he not have thought of such a simple thing?

The night is not lost, it was taught by Xiao Lie. This brain is a pig brain!

"Idiot!" Li Yuhang got up angrily and scolded: "If I can move the textile factory, can I still deal with the river for so many days?" ”

"I'll give you a week to find out the forces around the river and the people involved."

"When you talk in the future, use your brain!"

"Get out!" Li Yuhang waved his hand, and fled in a panic at night. Ye had just come out of Xiao Lie's shroud, and he was not very clear about the outside world.

What he knows best is only the big and small affairs of the Li family. Li Yuhang drove away at night, sitting alone in the dust, desolation destroying his spirit.

Whenever this happens, he hates, hates so much that he wants to break the river into pieces!

"If there is no river as a roadblock, you must be beautiful!" The window shook slightly, and a figure flashed in.

He stood in front of Li Yuhang and said in a deep voice: "You should hate him!" Li Yuhang did not respond.

Which is better and which is bad, he still understands in his heart. The river is bad, but the above group of people is not necessarily good.

"What are you going to do?" Li Yuhang stood up, restrained his vicissitudes, and returned to his previous lazy and ruthless appearance.

The informant clasped his hands around his chest, looked at Li Yuhang, and said with a sneer: "Let me congratulate the head of the Li family on his ascension to the throne and get his wish." As he spoke, he took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Li Yuhang.

"This is a gift from above to the head of the Li family."

"In the future, I will come to see you more often." After saying that, the window moved again, and the informant left, and no one was seen.

Li Yuhang opened the letter. Looking at the contents above, a dark light fell from his eyes.