Chapter 203 Did I go too far?
The opposite is the movement of Tao!

Simply put, things will inevitably develop towards their opposite.

I am a good example of this.

I am a pauper! A real pauper! How did I turn myself into a capitalist?

Wang Deming wanted to cry but had no tears.
I didn’t understand it at first, but after the epidemic ended, as life became more difficult, a large amount of red content suddenly appeared on short videos, especially the frequent speech videos of a teacher named "Ai Yuejin".

Bravely, objectively, and with reason and evidence, analyze the times, analyze sensitive events, hold high the banner, cleanse the dirty water, and restore the original appearance.

He often said, "Look up the newspapers from that year, it's all written there. Look up the materials written back then, it's all written there."
Are there bad people among the masses? Or are the masses gradually awakening? Are they beginning to reflect on everything the writers have described?
This is a problem!
Wang Deming looked at himself in the mirror. This young man had a handsome face and a righteous expression. He was clearly the definite successor to the Red Army.

But look at the clothes he is wearing, the tweed Zhongshan suit is ironed straight and has no wrinkles. It is different from the coarse tweed fabric made of coarse wool, which is made of fine cashmere and is more delicate.

A rich kid who has infiltrated the organization
MD, Wang Deming gritted his teeth and said, I’m going to compare my poverty with others from now on!
No, you can’t wear this kind of clothes anymore. Either sell them or throw them away.

Wang Deming reached out and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a white shirt made of 120-count combed pure cotton fabric.

With the coat on his arm, this guy is so pleasing to the eye.
Looking down at the cashmere coat on my arm, I really feel reluctant to give it up. Everyone loves beauty.
"Why are you so conceited?" Zhang Shouchun had been standing at the door for a while, and was puzzled by Wang Deming's behavior. He sat there gritting his teeth, then suddenly stood up to look in the mirror, looking left and right to conceit.

Afterwards he even took off his coat. Could something have happened again?
This playboy, I have so many sisters and it's not enough? Is it true that friendship is not as good as breasts?

What's so good about Diana? It's not like I haven't touched her before. Her skin is so rough. It's just that her breasts are a little bigger. It seems that I can't hold them with one hand.

What's the point? The best is to be able to hold it in your hand!

Wang Deming turned around and saw Zhang Shouchun looking at him angrily. He simply threw his coat to her and said, "Shouchun, let's have a family meeting tonight. We need to discuss the issue of daily clothing."

"I feel like what we're wearing is still too conspicuous and not plain enough. How can this be okay?"

"Don't go to Dahua Department Store anymore. If your clothes can be patched, you must patch them. If there are no patches, you have to create them!"

Zhang Shouchun looked at Wang Deming in shock, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. He lowered his head to look at the clothes in his hand, stepped over the threshold, took a few quick steps, reached out and touched his forehead, muttering, "You don't have a fever? Why are you talking nonsense?"

"Alas," Wang Deming seemed to be deflated and sat back on the bed, and said listlessly, "Today, the real boss sent a message that the government supports the healthy and orderly development of national industry and commerce, and let us continue to work boldly."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Shouchun was stunned and asked.

"That is to say, the government doesn't want the shares of the Chinese medicine factory we have now."

"Ah, it's worth so much money, why don't you want it?" "Yes," Wang Deming was also puzzled, could it be that the time has not come yet? But in his previous life, whether he was reading novels or watching TV, he often saw the words "public-private partnership".

I am just a little more conscious, and I regard money as dirt. Now I am taking the initiative to donate the majority of the shares in the pharmaceutical company. Can't I still play a leading role?
This is a perfect benchmark for future public-private partnerships.
I don't understand, but life has to go on. I'll just have to keep it to myself and endure for a few years.

Unless you use the Thirty-Six Stratagems
"Now that things have come to this, let's not worry about it. We just need to remember one thing: our dividends should be kept in the pharmaceutical factory's account and not touched. Just take the salary and bonus." Wang Deming suddenly realized and asked, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Zhang Shouchun rolled his eyes at him, threw his coat back to him, and said, "Haven't you always been thinking about the house at No. 11, Yongkang Hutong?"

"My second and third brothers-in-law have been asking people to find out. Today, I received a letter saying that the No. 11 courtyard in Yongkang Hutong is finally willing to be sold, and asked me to come back and tell you. But they only want cash."

After saying that, Zhang Shouchun raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and said, "Humph, if you don't allow me to touch the dividends from the pharmaceutical factory, then how are you going to buy this house? With the few national treasures and paintings left in your home?"

"Didn't you say that you would also find a way to send those paintings to the Palace Museum?"

Wang Deming touched his nose awkwardly, licked his face and asked, "Shouchun, how much cash do we have at home?"

"A few hundred dollars?" Zhang Shouchun said uncertainly.

Wang Deming was stunned and asked quickly, "No, Shouchun, you and Yuqing's monthly salary and bonus add up to about 800 or 900 yuan, right? Didn't you save anything this year?"

"How dare you say that!" Zhang Shouchun got angry when he mentioned this, and said angrily, "You don't get paid by the Chinese Medicine Factory. You only got 80 yuan from the Chinese Medicine Association a month before, and you often gave it to Nanluoguxiang. Do you expect our family to live on just a few dozen yuan a month?"

"Ah, our family's expenses are so high? A few dozen dollars a month isn't enough?"

"We need money everywhere at home!" Zhang Shouchun counted on his fingers, "Look, we have to have both meat and vegetables for three meals a day, right? A pound of pork with skin costs 8 yuan, a pound of beef costs 2 yuan, and a pound of white flour costs 9 yuan. There are many people in our family, and it costs 4 or 2 yuan a day just for food. We often order boxed dishes! Which meal doesn't cost a few yuan?"

"What about eating out from time to time? Every time we go, there are more than ten people, and that costs another ten dollars."

"Also, you have to make a few seasonal clothes every season, right? You have to buy new shoes when they break, right? You have to go to the park, listen to a play, and watch a movie from time to time, right? You don't miss any of these things, right? Tell me, how much does this cost?"

Zhang Shouchun curled his lips, "Just this woolen Zhongshan suit you're wearing cost more than 200 yuan. After deducting the expenses for the family from my and Yuqing's monthly salary, we can't even afford to buy a nice handbag!"

Wang Deming swallowed and blinked.

Shit, I've always been a gigolo.
But why did I suddenly feel a little secretly happy?

(End of this chapter)