To be honest, Chen Pingsheng himself admitted that he had been a bit impulsive.
But there was a reason for everything. In the past few years, each time he visited his mother-in-law's house, he and Song Yanxi were subjected to disdain because of his unseemly job.
With only two days left until the New Year, he wanted to buy his wife a nice car to show those people.
Indeed, Chen Pingsheng was someone who could be relied on for life.
As for the rest, he would deal with it later.
Song Yanxi had gotten her driver's license a long time ago but rarely drove and was not very skilled, crawling along the road at a snail's pace of thirty yards.
Little An'an was even more excited than her, squirming nonstop in the back seat, her nearly fallen-out milk teeth gleaming in a constant smile.
She kept pulling on her dad's arm, asking questions like, what's this for, what does that do?
Can the big car play cartoons or something?
That definitely needed to be arranged. He planned to buy her a small iPad for the New Year.
"Husband, how come you have tens of thousands again?"
After adjusting for a bit and feeling less tense, Song Yanxi finally voiced the question that had been on her mind for a long time.
"Of course, I earned it by selling durians."
Chen Pingsheng said, "You wouldn't believe it. After I spent one hundred ninety thousand stocking up, a blizzard hit the next day. Durians couldn't be imported so their prices naturally skyrocketed. I just took that opportunity to earn a bit more."
Song Yanxi had no reason to doubt him. Naturally, she was happy that her husband could make money.
"If you spent all the money on the car, what about the house?"
"We don't need to rush that. An'an won't start first grade until after next June."
Chen Pingsheng, holding Little An'an, said, "I was thinking, since we are going to buy a house, let's buy a bigger one. Next year, once my income is more stable, we could maybe have another child."
Thinking of having another child?
Song Yanxi had no objections to that. If the household could afford it, having only one child was indeed too few.
Previously, she had not dared to consider this, but now it could certainly be contemplated more seriously.
When they got home, his childhood friend Young Marshal had specifically bought a string of large firecrackers.
He even tied a red ribbon to the new car and set off a relentless burst of fireworks.
Of course, red envelopes were a must as well.
If this had been in the countryside, buying an Audi A4L outright would definitely have been big news.
Yet in the Capital City, it was nothing special.
Chen Pingsheng planned to sort out the house situation within the next three months, as durians would not sell as well after the New Year.
He also needed to think about other sources of income.
...
The day before New Year's Eve.
Song Wu was still busy meeting up with classmates.
She was only two years younger than Song Yanxi. Unlike her older sister who was raised by their grandparents, her upbringing was different.
She had been brought back to the Capital City when she was in middle school.
Living with her parents in the Capital City for a long time, she naturally developed a sense of superiority.
Her family was at most considered middle class in the Capital City.
Her mother was a true local of the Capital City, but her father was not.
Support from the older generation allowed her parents to settle and make a home in the vast Capital City.
Their apartment was not big: a three-bedroom hall totaling one hundred twenty square meters.
If you discounted the shared spaces, it was just about one hundred square meters.
Song Wu's disdain for her brother-in-law, a foreigner, was mainly due to the ingrained sense of superiority typical of people from the Capital City.
In their eyes, foreigners were inherently inferior.
Moreover, her brother-in-law's job was such an embarrassment—to think that if she became a famous star and people found out her brother-in-law sold durians on the street, it would be a blot on her reputation.
That's why she had been pushing her sister to get a divorce.
"Hey... Little Wu, you should take a look at your sister's Moments."
"What's there to see in her Moments? Either she's showing off her husband or showing off Little An'an."
Song Wu felt her sister was utterly provincial from living in the countryside too long, which had fostered those earthy habits.
Not at all like her.
She'd show off high-end restaurants or afternoon tea.
"Your sister bought a car."
Mr. Song quite liked Chen Pingsheng, but unfortunately, his opinions hardly mattered in their home.
The family status was all controlled by Mrs. Song of the Capital City family.
"What kind of car can she buy?"
Song Wu was unconcerned. When she clicked to open the photo, it turned out to be the small Audi she liked.
She sat up with a slap.
"Strange, this couldn't be my sister using someone else's car to take the photo, right?"
"You think your sister is like you?"
Mr. Song said irritably, "Pingsheng is so hardworking; he had saved enough money to buy a car long ago. There's nothing strange about him buying an Audi A4 now."
"Then he surely must have made a down payment of twenty to thirty percent."
Song Wu was indifferent. She had too many classmates who drove luxury cars; a small Audi A4 was nothing for her to envy.
Once she became a big star, shooting one movie could earn her several small Audis.
"Your sister will be home soon. Tone down your attitude and be polite to your brother-in-law; they don't have it easy either."
Mr. Song advised kindly.
Song Wu curled her lip and didn't listen. A street vendor selling durians hardly deserved her respect.
The main issue was that it was embarrassing to mention him; she found it hard even to speak about it.
The family prepared the tableware and the dishes for the New Year, ready to welcome it together the next day.
This time, Chen Pingsheng brought many gifts: two red packs of Beijing Cigarettes and a pair of Flying Fairy Moutai Liquor.
Plus two big durians. He had brought his family over at eight in the morning.
Mr. Song had already prepared a full table of reunion dinner.
"Pingsheng, why did you bring so many gifts again?"
The two families actually weren't far apart, but Chen Pingsheng never visited unless it was New Year or festivals because his sisters-in-law, along with Mrs. Song, had never looked at him properly.
Only Mr. Song truly treated him as a son-in-law.
"They're just little gifts, not worth much."
He wasn't one for social niceties, not given to saying too much polite chitchat.
Mr. Song gestured for him to sit next to him. Mrs. Song rolled her eyes at him as soon as he walked in.
She went off to chat with her daughter.
"Sister, I heard you bought a car. How much was the down payment?"
Song Wu had been taken care of by her sister growing up in the countryside, but she had changed after moving to the Capital.
"What down payment? Your brother-in-law paid in full."
No matter when or where, Song Yanxi always spoke in favor of her husband.
Song Wu frowned slightly, completely disbelieving, "He could pay in full for an Audi?"
"What's so surprising about that? Your brother-in-law's income is not low."
If it weren't for the New Year, Song Wu would have certainly insisted that he wasn't really her brother-in-law.
Deep down, she had never acknowledged him as such.
"Daughter, you haven't lied to mom, right? Did he really pay in full to help you buy it?"
Paying in full and buying in installments make a big difference, and Mrs. Song couldn't help but confirm.
"Mom hasn't lied; Dad really bought it in full."
Little An'an pouted her small mouth as she replied. Though she was young, she also knew to speak in favor of her father.
Mrs. Song huffed, "After being with him for so many years, he finally did something worthwhile. But now that you've spent all your money on the car, what about a house? You can't always rent in the Capital, can you?"
"Of course not."
Song Yanxi disliked coming home precisely because her sister and Mrs. Song were too unfriendly to Chen Pingsheng.
No matter what he did, he was still looked down upon by them.
This time she simply laid it all out: "Mom, I know you've always looked down on Pingsheng. But you've seen him over the years since he came to the Capital, has he ever been lazy? Never, right?"
"For someone his age to be out on his own, not relying on parents, and supporting a family while buying a house and a car, that's already quite difficult."
"Now he's bought me a car, and you still look at him with prejudice. You're just worried that he can't afford a house in the Capital. Even if we can only rent forever, our life won't be that bad, will it? After all, your daughter still has hundreds of thousands in her bank account."
"All this is because Pingsheng has worked himself to the bone to earn it outside. What more do you want from him?"
As she spoke, tears began to fall again.
It wasn't anything else, just a feeling of being wronged, of not being understood by her family.
"Don't cry, Mom."
Little An'an was very well-behaved and immediately handed her a tissue.
Tsk... after paying in full for the Audi, there's still several hundred thousand in savings.
That truly surprised Mrs. Song, knowing that Chen Pingsheng was not even thirty yet.
Since the wedding, his family hasn't contributed a single cent.
It was he who paid for the construction of a large house for his family with his own money, followed by the wedding and having children, each of which was a major expense.
To be honest, if he had a Capital City registration, he would really be perfect.
He's not very old yet exceptionally family-oriented, with a stable income to boot.
His wife and child following him, they wouldn't live a luxurious life but they would at least avoid any major suffering.
But there are no ifs in life.
From what she knows about those Capital City old sisters, none of their kids at his age were as steady and capable of making money as he was.
But what of it?
Having a Capital City registration, those girls from outside areas still fought to climb onto their ships.
Mrs. Song Liu Fen put down her chopsticks and said sternly,
"It's the New Year, why are you crying? I'm also concerned about you. The housing prices in Capital City keep rising. If you don't buy one earlier, who knows how much it will go up to later, and then even if you wanted to buy, you wouldn't be able to afford it."
Chen Pingsheng fell silent, nursing a small glass of wine, he said,
"Before next July, I will definitely buy an apartment within the Third Ring Road."
"Anyone can talk the talk, but you need to have real tangible skills to do it."
Liu Fen was most skeptical of these verbal promises. Mr. Song used to be so outstanding, a permanent staff in a state-owned enterprise, and yet he was still laid off when they said so.
Now, his salary is just over ten thousand.
Compared to those native Capital City demolition beneficiaries, it's like they're worlds apart.
"Enough, both of you, cut it out."
Mr. Song felt rather helpless. It was the New Year, after all, why pick such a time for all these unnecessary words?
His son-in-law never showed up without bringing gifts worth thousands.
After clinking glasses with Chen Pingsheng, Mr. Song's meal felt particularly tasteless.
He barely had to urge, and Song Yanxi wanted to leave with Little An'an.
Mr. Song tried to keep them from going to no avail, and after they left, he sighed,
"It's a good New Year, why do you have to keep saying such unpleasant things?"
"If he thinks it's unpleasant, I think it's unpleasant too."
Liu Fen raised her eyebrows, clearly displeased, "My daughter is so beautiful. If she ends up with him and can't even live in a Capital City apartment, then it's better to break it off earlier."
"Exactly, I don't want to have a brother-in-law who lacks both education and a career, a street peddler. It's embarrassing to even mention him."
Song Wu likewise sneered in agreement.
Mr. Song sighed in resignation, knowing he couldn't change his wife and daughter, and took the initiative to wash the dishes.
...
The underground garage.
After getting to his own car, Chen Pingsheng took out his phone to check it.
It was full of New Year's messages from his family.
Mom: "Son, Happy New Year. Take care of yourself out there."
Ding ding ding.
His mom sent another 888 red packet, with 'Happy New Year' written on it too.
Mom: "Everything is fine at home, we even had a reunion dinner at your grandpa's this morning, everyone is healthy, don't worry. Is it cold in Capital City? Remember to wear more clothes."
"Be kind to yourself, money can't be earned in one's lifetime."
Little sister: "Bro, why didn't you come back this year? Did you buy a new car? Grandpa and grandma are very happy to know that you bought an Audi, they are asking when you will come back to visit."
Dad: "Take care out there."
A mother's worry travels a thousand miles with her child. To say who could stand by you as you grow up, it would be none other than your own mother.
Home is still the warmest place; as long as you're doing okay, they'll never complain about this or that.
Wish I could return right now for a true family reunion.
From the Third Ring Road to Beixin'an it's about forty kilometers. During the New Year's period, there are fewer cars, many people have gone back to their rural homes for the holiday.
The city isn't so congested, and Song Yanxi drives smoothly all the way home.
In their compound, quite a few people haven't gone back either.
For instance, their neighbor Zhao Liying, who works incredibly hard, plays bit parts in drama scripts with hardly a few lines, but does her best anyway.
Then there's Young Marshal Zhang Tao who hasn't found a girlfriend yet.
He actually has some savings, not to mention twenty thousand that he can pull out without a problem.
With that kind of financials, finding a match in a rural village wouldn't be too hard now.
What a pity, after seeing several matches and spending quite a bit of money, none of them worked out.
The first one thought he was too honest and not good at talking, the second one felt he wasn't presentable enough.
His job wasn't stable either.
Zhang Tao didn't even want to consider matchmaking in the countryside anymore. In his words, those matchmaking women were all like watching a play while riding a donkey.
They'd meet you in the morning and then see several others in the afternoon.
It was the same with dating, if they could meet you today, they could meet someone else tomorrow.
In any case, they'd just drag it out until right before getting married.
When it came to spending other people's money, they wouldn't shy away from spending every penny.
"Old Chen, why did you come back so early?"
"You don't know my mother-in-law's family?"
"Haha!" Zhang Tao laughed loudly, then patted him on the shoulder and grumbled, "She's just an old witch who looks down on people from outside the city, what right does she have to look down on us, isn't she just born in a good place?"
"Let's not talk about her, we can have a happy New Year's at home with our own feast."
Chen Pingsheng invited him to his place, where he wanted to set up a table at home and bring over Zhao Liying, the neighbor next door.
Just the few of them celebrating.
The whole family was busy together, and Zhao Liying also put down her script to help, quickly preparing a large tableful of dishes.
Four meat dishes, four vegetarian dishes, plus two bottles of Sprite.
The few people were not many, but the harmony made up for it.
Chen Pingsheng, holding his cup of drink, was the first to stand up and say:
"2012 is almost over, and 2013 is about to arrive. I wish our courtyard's comrade Little Ying great success next year, landing the leading role and prospering in her career."
Zhao Liying almost laughed to tears, she too stood up and downed her drink, embarrassingly belching softly.
"Let's also wish our comrade Zhang Tao a smooth year ahead, to find a wife soon and live a happy and fulfilled life."
"Tsk... you had to mention it."
Zhang Tao stood up and pulled him, "Brother, I also wish you financial prosperity in the coming year, to buy a big house soon."
"Right, I also wish Chen a year of abundant wealth, to buy a big villa."
Zhao Liying drank another big cup, but Chen Pingsheng laughed and said, "You're exaggerating too much. I dare not even think about a big villa in Capital City. If I can buy a two-hundred-square-meter one, then I'd feel my life hadn't been in vain."
Zhang Tao: "Old Chen, you're being unambitious. Mr. Ma was right, people need to have dreams, otherwise, what's the difference between them and salted fish?"
In 2012, Mr. Ma's quotes were flying all over the net.
Despite being street vendors, they regarded Mr. Ma as an entrepreneurial idol.
Chen Pingsheng had watched his videos and speeches several times.
"That's right, we should buy a big villa."
The statement was somewhat stubborn, as if he were speaking to himself, but Chen Pingsheng knew it was Zhao Liying talking to herself.
She was determined to become the protagonist.
Life goes on, with days passing by slowly.
No one knows what tomorrow will bring, but at least today everyone had a joyous New Year together.
In the afternoon, Song Yanxi even drove everyone to Sanlitun, though many places were closed, the malls were not.
On the last day of 2012, he still wanted to buy some New Year's gifts for his wife and daughter.
Song Yanxi came out empty-handed, so Chen Pingsheng bought her a Longines Elegance quartz watch with a white strap and blue dial.
The price was twelve thousand eight hundred.
Song Yanxi, in turn, bought him a Longines sports watch with a white steel band.
The price was seventeen thousand.
This time neither of them mentioned saving money, as such watches can be worn for a lifetime.
It was also a joint testament to their commitment to each other.
Zhao Liying looked at them for a long time, wanting to buy one but reluctant to spend the money, unaware at the time.
Nobody would have thought that this somewhat rustic bit-part actress would eventually become their global ambassador of elegance.
Life is indeed full of surprises.
Late in the day, Chen Pingsheng bought the long-coveted iPad for Little An'an.
He bought himself a laptop for over four thousand yuan.
He needed it to look up information at home.
As for clothes, Song Yanxi insisted they wouldn't buy expensive ones.
After this shopping trip, they had spent over forty thousand in total.
After a year of hard work, wasn't the purpose just to spend freely for a few days over New Year's?
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