Mom and Dad's Small Business Has Big Potential

"Zhang Yang?" Song Wenqin came to her senses and looked at the figure in front of her.

As a mother, she immediately realized that the tall, handsome young man in front of her was none other than her son.

"I haven't been busy lately, so I came back to visit. Oh, Mom, I haven't had dinner yet." Zhang Yang looked around the shop; at this hour, it was packed, a scene of bustling activity.

"Never mind, I'll just go out to eat first."

"What nonsense are you talking about? My son came back and there's not a bite to eat?" Song Wenqin grabbed Zhang Yang and pulled him into the kitchen.

The girl stood there, watching the departing figure, the landlady's words echoing in her mind.

"This is just an ordinary guy?" She was speechless.

A tall, handsome guy with thin lips and a straight nose, who's incredibly good-looking, is just an ordinary guy. So what really defines handsome? In the past, I thought bosses looked frivolous, while boss ladies were down-to-earth.

I only realized today that the boss is truly honest, while the boss's wife is as modest as Versailles.

Inside the kitchen, Zhang Zhaohai was vigorously cooking, wiping sweat with a towel as he did so.

"Old Zhang, come quick and see who's back!"

"Who is it?!" Zhang Zhaohai turned his head while cooking and saw Zhang Yang. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Son!?"

"Old Zhang, hurry up and get Zhang Yang something to eat, my son hasn't eaten yet," Song Wenqin said with a smile.

"Dad, why don't you go ahead and do your work? I'll just grab something to eat." Zhang Yang shook his head, not wanting to cause trouble for the shop at this moment. "If it's really not working out, I'll just make myself some noodles."

"Go find a place to sit down. Your dad only needs two more dishes. It'll be quick." Zhang Zhaohai readily agreed and urged Zhang Yang to find a place to sit.

Zhang Yang had no choice but to give up and left the kitchen first.

"Handsome, do you want a seat? Here, here!" A girl waved frantically from a short distance away.

The seat opposite her happened to be empty, and Zhang Yang didn't think much of it, so he went straight over and sat down opposite her.

"Handsome, so you're the son the boss was praising to the skies? I see the boss and his wife are telling different stories." The girl said with a smile, scrutinizing Zhang Yang.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang was a little taken aback.

"The boss raves about your son, but the boss's wife says you're just average." The girl wiped her mouth lightly with a tissue. "I think the boss's words are more reliable."

"Right?" Zhang Yang could only give a half-hearted reply to this overly familiar girl.

"Hey handsome, do you have a girlfriend? I can introduce you to my sister." The girl asked, chin in hand, and tried to show Zhang Yang photos on her phone. "We live next door, so we're practically neighbors."

Zhang Yang's phone, which was on the table, lit up at that very moment.

The girl glanced at it; the sender was a pretty girl's profile picture. She immediately pursed her lips and put down the phone she had just picked up.

Come to think of it, how could such a handsome guy be single!

She sat there for a while, feeling slightly awkward, and then made an excuse to leave.

Zhang Yang didn't even notice the girl across from him leaving. He was looking down when he took a moment to reply to Bei Wei's message. When he looked up, the opposite side was empty, but Zhang Zhaohai happened to walk over and placed a large bowl of noodles in front of him.

The aroma is wonderful.

"Hand-pulled noodles and some braised beef brisket with tomatoes that I prepared beforehand, make do with these, kid. I'm going to get busy now." Zhang Zhaohai put down his bowl and went into the kitchen.

With the shop so busy, Zhang Yang naturally didn't expect his father to put down what he was doing and sit down to chat with him.

So he decided to start eating by himself.

This bowl of tomato and beef brisket noodles is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate. The noodles are chewy and the beef brisket is tender and juicy. A bowl of this will instantly soothe your stomach.

"That feels so good." Zhang Yang breathed a long sigh of relief.

During the meal, Zhang Yang curiously glanced at the menu on the table.

The dishes are all common home-style cooking, and the prices are quite reasonable, emphasizing affordability.

No wonder business is so good.

After a satisfying meal, Zhang Yang, as the future heir to Haiqin Snack Bar, naturally didn't sit idle. He rolled up his sleeves and started helping out at home.

"Boss lady, is this your son? He's a really handsome young man."

The aunties who help out at the shop gave it rave reviews.

Song Wenqin felt proud and couldn't stop smiling.

The lunch rush lasted until eight or nine o'clock before the business gradually quieted down.

"Come, have some tea." Zhang Zhaohai, shirtless, sat down in front of Zhang Yang, holding a teacup.

The father and son each had a cup of tea, enjoying their leisure time after a busy day.

"What brings you back this time?" Zhang Zhaohai blew on the tea leaves, sipped his tea, and glanced at his son.

His tall, handsome appearance is completely different from when he last came back. This kid, he changes every single time now—did he take some kind of magic potion?

"I made some money, I'll come back and expand the scale of our store," Zhang Yang said briefly.

"You mean you made a lot of money when you say you made a little?" Zhang Zhaohai asked curiously, his eyes probing.

"It's alright." Zhang Yang casually placed the Huawei that the real estate development gave him on the table. "Oh, right, Dad, I brought you a Yaoyao Lingxian (a phone brand), you can use it for now, I'll buy Mom one later."

"Oh ho, I was just about to get a new phone." Zhang Zhaohai's attention was instantly diverted.

It wasn't until after 10 a. m. that the store was completely cleaned up, and the cleaning ladies had already left for the day.

The family of three walked out of the shop and looked at a three-story restaurant not far away.

"This is the only one. The owner is also the landlord. The restaurant was just renovated and hasn't even opened for business yet, but he's already transferring ownership. I've also inquired around, and the owner is facing some family troubles, so he's selling the place," Zhang Zhaohai said, pointing to the small restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't actually very big; it was the kind of restaurant you could find all over the streets and roadsides. It was larger than a roadside snack stall, but still only slightly larger.

However, taking this step is a qualitative leap, at least for Haiqin Snack Bar.

"By then, with three or five aunties and three or four chefs, our family's scale will have taken more than one step forward!" Zhang Zhaohai's eyes suddenly deepened, revealing a sense of ambitious anticipation.

Zhang Yang blinked but didn't say anything.

How big or how far our family restaurant can go is not important. What's important is that it gives my parents a sense of accomplishment and fulfills their career dream.

As for making money, how much can you expect from this restaurant?

Of course, if things go smoothly and your restaurant actually grows into a large-scale business, that would be a wonderful thing.

"Let's go. Dad knows that since you're back, you must be confident. I won't stand on ceremony with you. When do you want me to meet with the boss to discuss the transfer?" Zhang Zhaohai asked without any politeness.

Zhang Yang smiled, secretly liking his father's behavior.

Enlightened, I don't ask too many questions.

Some parents are like children who worry constantly about how much money their children earn, constantly wondering where it will come from. And when their children finally show them some filial piety, they refuse this and can't bear to part with that.

What are you doing?

"Let's do it tomorrow, all at once," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

A moment later, the family of three walked towards the Cayenne not far away and headed straight home.

It was past midnight when the whole family finally returned home.

"There's no place like home," Zhang Yang casually remarked, only to be criticized by Song Wenqin for a long time.

"Your mother keeps the house so tidy, and you call it a doghouse?" Song Wenqin said with amusement. "You can say that again when you can buy a villa."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The villa is all set up already; it's actually 700 square meters, enough to live in, right? When it comes to cleaning, I'll definitely have to hire a cleaning lady.

In the stillness of the night, Zhang Yang lay back on the newly made bed sheets, his whole body instantly relaxing.

The tip of my nose smells of sunshine.

This feeling made him feel as if he had suddenly returned to his student days many years ago.

I get up early every day to go to school, and then I'm sleepy at night trying to finish my homework.

I'm ashamed. I did terribly on the exam and disappointed my parents. Now that I can't make them proud through my studies, I can only take advantage of the system and make up for it with material things.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and as drowsiness gradually crept in, he fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhang Yang got up early in the morning, he saw his mother, Song Wenqin, busy in the kitchen.

A table was laden with porridge, pancakes, and homemade pickled vegetables.

On the balcony, Dad was watering the flowers while wearing a vest; his back view looked quite relaxed.

After washing up, Zhang Yang was about to have breakfast.

"When you came back this time, didn't that girl, Xiao Bei, come back with you?" Song Wenqin asked casually as she sat at the table.

"Mom, wait a minute." Zhang Yang knew he was going to be questioned, so he simply sent out a video call.

A moment later, Bei Wei's plain, unadorned face appeared on the phone screen.

"Are you up?" Zhang Yang smiled as he looked at Bei Wei on his phone.

"Just woke up. Oh, you're having breakfast? What are you eating?" Bei Wei asked curiously.

"Let me show you." Zhang Yang showed the breakfast on the table. "By the way, someone wants to see you."

As he spoke, he placed his phone in front of Song Wenqin.

Song Wenqin and Bei Wei suddenly met across distances, and both of them were momentarily stunned.

"Zhang Yang! Mom hasn't even combed her hair this morning!" Song Wenqin was both surprised and delighted. She touched her hair and then looked at the image on her phone.

Long time no see, this girl still looks so well-behaved!

In the video, Bei Wei was slightly taken aback, then instantly realized what was happening.

"Auntie?" she greeted sweetly, "Good morning, Auntie."

"Good morning, Xiao Bei. Have you had breakfast, Mom?" Song Wenqin looked at Bei Wei in the picture and couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Yang immediately distanced himself from the situation, eating breakfast while watching the two women awkwardly chat.

The conversation was awkward, but neither of them wanted to hang up first.

A moment later, seeing that the two had gotten quite into their conversation and seemed to be considering exchanging WeChat, he had no choice but to speak up and stop them.

"Alright, alright, Mom, she has something to do later." Zhang Yang picked up the phone.

"Son, you... really, Mom isn't finished talking yet!" Song Wenqin said, still somewhat annoyed, but she could only wave goodbye to her phone hastily. "Xiao Bei, you go ahead and get busy, we'll talk later."

"Auntie, let's talk again next time." Bei Wei waved with a smile, looking very happy.

Zhang Yang took the phone, said a few words to Bei Wei, and then hung up.

Looking up, I saw that my mother, Song Wenqin, had gone to the balcony at some point.

Zhang Yang saw his mother whispering something in Zhang Zhaohai's ear, the couple chatting and laughing, completely ignoring their son.

Around 8 a. m., the family of three got into a car and went out to get things settled at the new store.

Inside the three-story restaurant, Zhang Yang looked around. Outside, Zhang Zhaohai was discussing the transfer of ownership with the owner.

It's really big, with three floors and 800 square meters of space, including small private rooms and a main hall.

"I'm leaving all the equipment here, so you can start operating right away. The transfer fee of 400,000 is really not much, and the rent is 15,000 a month." The owner, who is also the landlord, offered a cigarette and chatted with Zhang Zhaohai.

"A little less. Your renovations are very simple, and I've looked at the equipment; it won't cost much," Zhang Zhaohai said, shaking his head.

Song Wenqin chimed in from the side.

After a short while, the conversation was almost over, and the transfer fee plus one year's rent was 500,000.

For Zhang Yang, a little more or less doesn't really matter. Anyway, he currently has over 35 million yuan in cash left after buying the house. Even if the renovation costs 15 million yuan, he'll still have 20 million yuan to use.

Not to mention the daily cashback of 100,000.

However, the couple were very frugal, so Zhang Yang could only let them have their way.

This time, he transferred one million.

This money is enough for my parents to manage and renovate the restaurant for quite some time.

Then next time, perhaps in a few months, or at the end of the year, he will step in again to help his family move things forward.

They're rich, they have a good reputation, and I dare not say more.

At least in Yinghai, setting up a large hotel was, in Zhang Yang's eyes, simply a matter of time.

Haiqin Snack Bar will remain open at noon.

Zhang Zhaohai and his wife had to go there early to get things done, and Zhang Yang naturally had his own things to do as well.

Now that I've bought the villa, I definitely need to get the renovations sorted out when I come back.

He didn't even consider the business card from yesterday. With a renovation budget of 15 million, he'd have to be crazy to hire a small company, not even his classmate's brother's.

Small companies often fail to meet design standards, even in the very first step of renovation.

Looking across Yinghai, only the largest decoration companies caught his eye.

As for the big stores bullying customers, overcharging, and actually making a few million from 15 million, you'll definitely have to ask around then. It's not that we don't want you to make money, but don't go too far.

"Let's go to this one first." Zhang Yang first looked at the business card that Su Xiao, the saleswoman from yesterday, had given him.

He won't go to the company anymore.

Jade Villa Decoration is well-known in Yinghai City, specializing in high-end decoration, with its works covering various large apartments, villas and other high-end residential areas.

The quality is reliable.

Since Su Xiao mentioned that Jade Villa Decoration has a case study at Purple Garden No. 1, let's just go and take a look at the site.

He casually dialed the number on the business card.

A moment later, the call connected, and Zhang Yang explained his purpose.

"Mr. Zhang, I happened to be at Purple Garden No. 1 this morning. Are you available this morning? I'd like to meet you." The voice on the other end was that of a gentle, intellectual woman.