Seventies Sweetheart: From Breakup to Billionaire-Chapter 261: The Pressure of Supporting a Family

Chapter 261: Chapter 261: The Pressure of Supporting a Family
"Even if I change my surname, I will definitely be filial to her."
"This will never change."
Lin Xiang felt that Lin Yun might have imagined something incredible.
In fact, Mrs. Lin really didn’t care about these things.
"Should I go to the Cheng Family first?"
"Do you need me to accompany you?"
Lin Xiang understood Lin Yun’s personality, not good with words, she was really afraid that her brother would be bullied when he went to the Cheng Family.
Lin Yun shook her head, "Uncle and brother will accompany me."
Although Cheng An seemed aloof and didn’t speak much, he had a bit of a sharp tongue.
Not to mention Uncle Cheng, just sitting there exuded such an aura that he wasn’t afraid of Cheng Jianfeng or that woman bullying Lin Yun.
"Then go ahead, I wish you all the best."
Lin Xiang didn’t care at all if this matter wouldn’t be successful.
After all, Uncle Cheng was personally involved.
After seeing Lin Yun off, she went upstairs to her room, sat at her desk, and started writing her plan.
Previously, whether selling spicy noodles, running a barbecue stall, or fast food, were all small efforts since the investment was minimal; she did it when she felt like it, and when she didn’t, she just let go, without incurring losses.
But this time, she planned to open a shop; although the initial scale wouldn’t be large, the reputation couldn’t be poor.
This year, Huaqing University had over ten thousand new students, coupled with last year’s college entrance exam students, and students and teachers from the previous two years from the People’s Liberation University, totaling at least forty thousand people.
Among these forty thousand, at least one-third came from poor areas. Although the school provides subsidies every month, it’s basically just enough to maintain normal life. Some, who are really destitute, would save this money, and once accumulated enough, send it back home.
Such people, no matter how good and cheap her shop would be, wouldn’t think about spending money there.
Of the remaining people, nearly ten thousand, at least half of them were just above the subsistence line, not able to eat out every day, but might occasionally dine out to treat themselves. This frequency varies from once a month to once every half year.
The audience for Lin Xiang’s shop, excluding these people, numbered roughly three to five thousand.
Not that they would eat out every day, but every two or three days they would at least dine once, averaging to at least six to seven hundred people daily.
Though the food business was demanding, the profit was quite considerable too.
For these six to seven hundred people, how much profit could Lin Xiang generate daily, with a little calculation it was easily figured.
If she wanted to open a small shop, she couldn’t do it half-heartedly, so Lin Xiang’s plan was painstakingly detailed, breaking down each step, and just waited for the shop to be decorated before preparing to open.
She was busy till evening.
Mrs. Lin had prepared the dinner, yet Lin Xiang hadn’t come down.
She went upstairs for a look, saw Lin Xiang engrossed in her writing, and didn’t disturb her, quietly retreated.
By the time Lin Xiang finished her plan and went downstairs, Mrs. Lin was already out on a walk.
West Gate didn’t just have its proximity to the dormitory buildings of Huaqing University; nearby, there was a residential area, with at least five to six hundred permanent residents.
In just two or three days, Mrs. Lin had blended in with a few older women, some ten years older than her.
"The young man who left your house at noon, is he your son-in-law? He looks quite spirited, your and your daughter’s tastes are remarkable!" An elderly woman with silver hair gave Mrs. Lin a thumbs up.
Mrs. Lin laughed and cried, "No, that’s my son!"
Although he was an adopted son with no blood relations, and Lin Yun would definitely have to move out from their household registry after changing his name, as long as he would still take care of her in her old age, he would forever be her son!
"Your son?" The old woman was surprised, "How old is he this year? Where is he working? Does he have a partner?"
Faced with the old women’s eager inquiries, how could Mrs. Lin not understand their intentions?
She said frankly: "He’s about to turn twenty-one, currently serving in the military."
"At this age, he must be at least a platoon leader, right? Judging by the way he walks, he looks promising enough."
Mrs. Lin thought to herself, not only is he not a platoon leader, he isn’t even a squad leader, just a rookie soldier!
But she definitely couldn’t let these people hear this, otherwise, who knows how they’d ridicule him.
"Oh, you all know I’m from the countryside, I don’t really understand these military regulations. But I remember my daughter saying her brother is quite liked by the leadership in the military, beyond that, I don’t really know much."
"If he’s liked by the leadership, his future’s practically limitless! Sister, I truly envy you, your son is shining in the military, your daughter got into Huaqing University, and you’ve bought such a big house. For a rural person to climb to your heights, isn’t easy at all!"
Mrs. Lin picked up a hint of sourness from the old woman’s words.
She recalled her daughter saying not to flaunt wealth outside, in case some envious folks plot against her.
Whether wealthy or not, keep it inside, can’t let others see it easily.
"My son and daughter certainly make things worry-free for me, but the pressure is immense!" Mrs. Lin sighed heavily, "This house wasn’t bought by us, but rented from my son’s comrade’s family, the monthly rent being this amount!"
Mrs. Lin raised a hand, intending to signify five yuan, but heard the old woman exclaim, "Fifty yuan a month? Your son’s comrade has real righteousness! Such a big house, the rent should be at least fifty or sixty a month!"
Don’t look at ten yuan as insignificant, it could buy ten pounds of meat!
Mrs. Lin couldn’t help but be astonished.
Beijing’s rent is that expensive?
This house, overall, just slightly bigger than Aunt Ge’s courtyard, yet the rent’s tenfold!
She originally intended to quote five yuan, clearly too conservative.
"Wasn’t that the truth?" Mrs. Lin’s face nearly creased, "My daughter’s in college, the school grants around twenty a month in subsidies, son’s allowance contributes twenty a month for household use, together it’s still not enough for rent, I can only look for odd jobs."
"Sister, do any of you know where there’s odd jobs available? Recommend some to me? I desperately need to earn money, otherwise, I can’t maintain the household!"
Mrs. Lin spoke pitifully; several old women exchanged glances, none responded.
If there really were relaxed and well-paying jobs, they’d have certainly grabbed them first, why tell a barely known person?
With the few old women laughing it off, Mrs. Lin felt it was pointless, and went back home.
Lin Xiang had already finished eating dinner and cleaned the kitchen, she was now lounging on a deck chair, enjoying the electric fan while listening to the radio, savoring the moment.
Seeing Mrs. Lin return, she struggled to get up, "Mom, where have you been? I didn’t see you when I went downstairs just now."