pertwk Chapter 61 Special People
Chapter 61 Special People
"Let's not just stand there, let's test if there's anything wrong with the TV. Long-distance transport isn't safe after all," Zhang Beichuan said with a smile.
It's one thing to try it in 2026, but we also need to try it in 1986.
"Yes, yes, we should definitely give it a try!"
So for the next half hour, everyone chattered about where would be the best place to install the TV.
Ultimately, Zhang Beichuan decided to install the television in the upper right corner of the wall near the entrance of the shop.
In this way, anyone passing by Beichuan Department Store can see it just by glancing inside.
"Yes, yes, that's it."
After determining the location, the Lan family boys quickly went to find bamboo poles to place the antenna.
Without an antenna, the television is very likely to receive only static.
In about an hour, the TV was almost installed.
Lan Baojun stared at the static on the television screen, but could faintly hear voices inside.
"Baoqiang, turn a little to the right..." After saying that, he glanced at the TV screen again, then turned back and continued, "A little more to the right..."
After a flurry of frantic adjustments, the TV picture finally became clear.
"I've got it! I've got it!"
It was during the evening children's program, and the TV was showing "Little Jiajia's Garden Tour".
Despite it being a children's program, the dozen or so adults standing in the store were still watching with great interest.
The sound from the television quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors, workers passing by on their way home from get off work, and children coming home from school, filling the area to capacity.
Seeing everyone's reactions, Zhang Beichuan felt much more at ease.
Even after 10 p.m., the crowds packed in front of Beichuan Department Store were reluctant to leave.
"That's all for today, we'll have to put more in the store tomorrow," Lan Baojun said with a smile, subtly dispersing the crowd.
When he arrived at the backyard, he saw that the lights were on in Zhang Beichuan's house and the door was not closed. He glanced at Zhang Beichuan, who was writing and drawing, from the doorway.
"Ogawa, are you busy?"
Zhang Beichuan, having regained his senses, paused for a moment.
"Has everyone left?"
"Let's go." Lan Baojun stepped inside and asked curiously, "How long will it take to get this TV?"
"I also asked a friend to get me some pencil cases and stuff, they should arrive in three to five days."
"Okay, you should get some rest too. I'm going back now."
Over the next two days, the number of eels, loaches, and crucian carp transported by Zhang Beichuan to Baijia Market increased significantly, reaching over 900 jin at one point.
After seeing off the last customer, my phone beeped in my pocket.
Zhang Beichuan took it out and glanced at it, then grinned from ear to ear.
【招商银行】您帐户6999于04月06日05:10分入帐3868元，余额189542.38元......
After packing up his stall, he locked the door and ran home to catch up on sleep; he needed to go home for lunch.
He slept like that and then kept going until 11:30 a.m. that day.
Looking exhausted, Zhang Beichuan hurriedly grabbed the four bottles of Wuliangye he had specially saved and ran out.
He had just run to the elevator when he remembered that he had forgotten to bring his grandmother's birthday present. After all that trouble, he finally went out.
.......
"Mom, I'm back!" Zhang Beichuan called out.
Lan Xiuying and Zhang Dequan, who were sitting on the sofa chatting with their grandson and granddaughter, looked up at the door and their faces immediately lit up with smiles as they hurriedly greeted them.
"My grandson is finally back! Come, come and sit down."
"Xiao Chuan, are you hungry? Your food will be ready soon, we're just waiting for you to eat!"
My grandparents only had three daughters in their lifetime. My mother didn't marry any of them off. Instead, my grandparents found a son-in-law who moved in with them, namely Zhang Qiang, Zhang Beichuan's father.
Zhang Qiang was the youngest of the seven sons in the Zhou family. His mother passed away not long after giving birth to him, and the Zhou family grandfather could not support so many people by weaving bamboo products.
In the minds of the older generation, a family must have a son to inherit the family business; otherwise, they would have worked hard all their lives in vain.
With the help of a matchmaker, the two families quickly reached an agreement.
Zhang's father came to the Zhang family at the age of 13, and his grandparents treated him like their own son.
He paid money to find a master to teach him a trade, buy a bicycle, and so on. He changed his surname after staying with the Zhang family for less than two years.
Later, after my mother came of age, the two got married and had Zhang Beichuan a few years later.
He was the only son in the family and the eldest grandson.
Zhang Beichuan was naturally pampered and spoiled from a young age.
Zhang Beichuan chuckled, and his grandmother, Lan Xiuying, who was old and hard of hearing, raised her voice.
"Grandpa and Grandma, I'm back. Something came up and I'm a little late."
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Zhang Dequan stood up with a smile and pulled Zhang Beichuan toward the sofa.
At this moment, his cousins Chen Dongsheng and Chen Ji, who had grown up together since childhood, also stood up and greeted him cheerfully.
"elder brother."
Zhang Beichuan smiled and nodded, placing the wine he was carrying on the table.
"Why did you buy alcohol again? Didn't I tell you last time that your grandpa has high blood pressure and can't drink? Money has been hard to earn these past few years, so don't waste it," Lan Xiuying complained.
When Zhang Dequan was young, he was addicted to smoking and drinking. Now that he's old, he has high blood pressure, and his doctor has told him to quit smoking and drinking.
"Grandma, isn't it your birthday today? Let's all have some fun, it's okay to try a little."
As soon as he finished speaking, his cousin Chen Dongsheng immediately offered Zhang Beichuan a cigarette.
When Zhang Beichuan looked up, he saw his grandfather, Zhang Dequan, staring longingly at the cigarettes in their hands.
"Sir, forget about the cigarettes, just have a little wine at noon."
Zhang Dequan glanced at the look his wife gave him and gave an awkward smile.
"Okay, okay, I won't smoke..."
Aunt Zhang Xiaoju, who came out of the kitchen, looked at her nephew who insisted on waiting until mealtime to come back, slammed the plate down, and muttered something.
"Even when they go back to their own homes to eat, they dawdle until mealtime, and they don't even bother to come back early to help. They expect to be waited on hand and foot, like royalty..."
Lan Xiuying is a little hard of hearing, but amazingly...
As soon as someone speaks ill of her eldest grandson, her ears immediately become sensitive, and her face darkens.
"What are you muttering about? It's just that you came back a little late. Xiao Chuan said he was held up by something as soon as he walked in. You're always talking too much. I think you're just bored at home all day."
After saying that, she turned to look at Zhang Beichuan, her face immediately breaking into a smile again, and patted his hand.
"Big Sun, let's not get angry with those shallow-minded people. From now on, all these people will benefit from your success."
The old lady said this because when Zhang Beichuan was born, an old Taoist priest happened to be passing by and came to ask for water, so she took a look at him.
They say his eyes are as black as lacquer, his eyebrows are divided into eight colors, and his birth chart indicates a noble destiny, destined for high office.
Zhang Beichuan grinned, a smile tinged with helplessness.
When he was a child, he believed his grandmother's words without question and always thought he was the most special one.
When I was eighteen, I felt that my future was bright and that I would definitely be able to make a name for myself.
Entering the workforce at 24 or 25, I hit many walls and realized that life wasn't so simple.
Gradually, reality wore down his edges, and he slowly went from being arrogant to silent, starting to struggle for a few coins.
Just as he began to compromise and admit that he was just an ordinary person, fate opened another window for him.
"Hehehe, Grandma, how about we eat?"
"Are you hungry? Okay, let's eat." Lan Xiuying smiled and pulled him toward the dining table in the restaurant.
My mom prepared lunch, and since it was also Grandma's birthday, there was bound to be a delicious meal.
Braised pork with soy sauce, braised pork knuckle, cold chicken salad... a dozen or so dishes, almost all of which were Zhang Beichuan's favorites.
"Mom, stop making this, there's enough food already! Come and eat!" Zhang Beichuan, who was pouring wine, called out to his mother who was busy preparing food in the kitchen.
The mother and daughter had finally managed to meet, and on this auspicious day, Zhang Xiaoli turned her head with a smile.
"Eat first, you guys eat first, I'll cook another dish and be right back."
Zhang Xiaoju, who had arrived early in the morning and had only just found time to sit down after being busy until now, pouted and looked at the black bottle of Wuliangye that Zhang Beichuan was holding.
"Xiao Chuan, why does this liquor look different from the ones on the market? Isn't Wuliangye supposed to come in a red bottle?"
This might sound normal, or perhaps it's just curiosity.
But Zhang Beichuan knew that what his second aunt meant was, "Is this a fake bar?"
It's quite simple that my aunt doesn't like her nephew. Her in-laws are older than her grandparents, and in addition, my aunt and uncle used to work away from home and didn't have time to take care of the child.
My younger cousins were raised by my grandparents in the Zhang family since they were little.
It's unrealistic to expect everyone to be completely fair; grandparents will definitely have their own biases and will likely favor themselves a little more.
Over time, my second aunt naturally developed some resentment.
On this special day, Zhang Beichuan didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he pretended not to understand.
"Second Aunt, I don't know much about wine. This wine was a gift from one of my clients who was satisfied with the design proposal. It might be an older model?"
Zhang Dequan naturally understood the implication in the second brother's words, and seeing the eldest brother carrying a plate of food towards the restaurant, he quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Come on, come on, boss, sit down and eat too. It's your mom's birthday today, let's raise a glass together."