Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Getting Closer to San Ya Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Getting Closer to San Ya When workers followed the trucks, as long as they were bold enough, secretly buying popular items in Haicheng to sell back could easily earn them a huge profit margin.
In his previous life, Cao Mingkun had made his fortune this way.
However, without Mr. Yu’s special care, her dad, who hadn’t attended school for many years, it was almost impossible for him to work in the factory.
At this moment, she couldn’t help but admit that the big room’s family indeed enjoyed the benefits of being lazy.
No, that’s not right!
In her past life, Uncle hadn’t worked in the factory either!
So what was going on now? What exactly had gone wrong?
Zhaodi frowned as she lay on the kang bed, pondering through half the night and couldn’t figure it out, so she just gave up.
However, fortunately, apart from the matters related to Mr. Yu, everything else remained as she remembered.
Thinking of this, Zhaodi sighed with deep regret—Mr. Yu was really too cold towards her.
But hearts are made of flesh, and as long as she persevered, she believed that Mr. Yu would treat her well, just like he did with San Ya.
For now, if she wanted to connect with Mr. Yu, she would temporarily have to rely on the big room, it seems she really needed to get closer to San Ya in the future.
Having made up her mind, Zhaodi finished her chores the next day, then went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water and brought it to the big room.
Jiang Mianmian was doing her homework; Zhaodi placed the water beside the small table, speaking somewhat ingratiatingly, “Third Sister, you’ve been doing homework for such a long time. You must be thirsty, have some water to moisten your throat.”
“Thank you, Zhaodi, I was just feeling a bit thirsty.”
Jiang Mianmian had eaten two pieces of Milk Candy, a piece of fruit candy, and several pieces of pastries that morning and had already finished the water in her cup.
She had not wanted to leave the warm kang bed to go to the kitchen for water and had been enduring her thirst; she hadn’t expected Zhaodi to be so thoughtful.
Zhaodi sat across from her, and after she finished drinking, asked, “Third Sister, do you want more? I can go get you another cup.”
“No, no need, this is enough,” Jiang Mianmian felt bad having Zhaodi, who was younger than her, serve her.
Seeing that Zhaodi still sat there without leaving, she asked, “Zhaodi, is there something you wanted to talk about?”
Usually, when she was doing her homework, the children at home wouldn’t disturb her.
“No, nothing, Third Sister. I just finished my chores and saw you studying all morning. I thought you might be thirsty, so I came to bring you some water,” Zhaodi said with an innocent face.
Jiang Mianmian looked at the obedient Zhaodi, touched, and took out two pieces of fruit candy from underneath the pillow, handing them to Zhaodi, “Here, have some candy.”
“Thank you, Third Sister.”
Zhaodi gratefully thanked her, unwrapped a piece of fruit candy, and put it in her mouth, then asked, “Third Sister, I heard you called Brother Yu yesterday, and I heard something about a training base. What is that place?”
“Oh, that’s probably the training base of the Capital City troops where Brother Yu is training,” Jiang Mianmian hadn’t asked much about these matters, as they were part of personal privacy.
The military? So it’s the military, then this means someone from Yu’s family must be in the military?
And their family’s position must not be low, no wonder a simple phone call could secure Jiang Changhai a coveted worker’s position.
Thinking this way, Zhaodi asked with childlike curiosity, “Third Sister, do you know what Brother Yu’s parents do?”
“I don’t know,” Jiang Mianmian blinked, she indeed hadn’t asked Yu Cheng these things.
And Yu Cheng also didn’t want to discuss his family’s troubled matters with her.