I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 604 - 588: The Sudden Surprise

Now that there are cell phones, everything is great, except that you can’t be sure where someone is because this matter is currently confidential, so we can only tell Uncle Qiao in advance, and then we can’t let anyone else know.

"I’m by the river, there’s no one around, it’s quiet—go ahead, what do you need to see Uncle Qiao for?"

Uncle Qiao knew Qiao Qingyu was looking for him for a reason, and unconsciously, his voice also became much lower.

"Uncle, Grandpa is going to establish a grain and oil group company; have you heard about this?"

Qiao Zhiyuan’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded eagerly, "I know, I heard Village Chief Sun talk about it. The preparation is almost done, and I’ve been there once. I’ve seen the base warehouse and the factory buildings as well as those machines. It’s really advanced."

"Grandpa wants to know your thoughts; he’s planning to hire you as the deputy general manager of Wulong Grain and Oil Group Company. If you’re interested, you can start the retirement process now. Grandpa said that your opinion is what matters most, and if you’re not interested, that’s okay too."

Qiao Qingyu spoke these words calmly, and then there was no response on the other end of the line for a long while.

Qiao Qingyu anxiously said "hello" several times before Qiao Zhiyuan on the other end came to his senses, his voice filled with surprise, "Qingyu, did Grandpa tell you this himself, or..."

Qiao Qingyu didn’t wait for Qiao Zhiyuan to finish his sentence and directly said, "Uncle, rest assured, this isn’t about looking at anyone’s face; Grandpa just thinks that you are very suitable to be the deputy general manager of the grain and oil group company. He asked me to give you a heads up. If possible, proceed with retirement and we’ll head to North City in a while."

There was another pause on the other end, and then a voice tinged with barely suppressed excitement, "If that’s the case, I’d be overjoyed, Uncle. I’m still in good health, and I’d really like to work there for a while, of course, that’s if your Grandpa is willing to employ me."

"You’re a very suitable candidate, Uncle. Since you agree, then it’s settled."

"Okay, Qingyu, thank my Grandpa for his consideration. I’m very moved, thank him for me. Tell your Grandpa that I’ll start the retirement process now, and then I’ll wait for you all here."

Qiao Zhiyuan was so delighted he would have jumped and shouted if not for his age.

You know, he was eligible for retirement six months ago.

He knew this well, but to be honest, he wasn’t obsessed with his official status; he truly didn’t want to leave his current position at the Qiao Family Team.

But there were many eyes on it.

When going to the county for meetings, the leaders, fearing he might have other ideas, didn’t even mention it, which implied they wanted him to keep working.

But others would make snide remarks, saying things like Qiao Zhiyuan from the Qiao Family Team wanted to die in his position as team leader without ever moving aside.

He was planning to turn the Qiao Family Team into his own private property...

Talk like this was all too common.

But now, things couldn’t be better.

The grain and oil group—I like it there, and I could work for another ten years.

"Uncle, there will be a general manager above you, who will be returning from America soon. He’s my mom’s fourth cousin; I now call him ’Uncle.’ His name is Chen Ze, a really great guy."

"I know, there are no bad people approved by Grandpa."

The two of them chatted a bit more before hanging up, and by this time, Qiao Zhicai had walked into the yard, one hand holding a watermelon and the other hand pulling Little Chaoxuan.

By now, the meal was ready, and Qiao Qingyu cut the watermelon into small chunks, filling a big plate with them. It has to be said, this is the best time to eat watermelon.

Wu Qianyun also found out about her father’s plan to hire Qiao Zhiyuan as the deputy general manager.

She didn’t understand business matters and never got involved.

Although she didn’t live on the Qiao Family Team, she was very generous with her respect for Old Man Qiao and his wife during holidays and even normal times. No matter what, among all the sons, before she recognized her father, the old man and the old lady were most supportive of their youngest son, and this eldest brother was indeed respectable, always taking care of his two younger brothers without neglect.

She also said, "My eldest brother’s health is good enough to last another ten years working."

Wu Qianyun had brewed a jar of grape wine a while ago, which was now a great time to bring out for drinking. Everyone poured a small glass and Qiao Zhicai raised his to Wu Xiucai, "Dad, thank you."

Wu Xiucai chuckled, accepting the thanks with ease.

Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu had settled down here, and Chaoxuan was sleeping with his parents, twisting and turning in between, one moment his chubby legs resting on Dad’s stomach, the next minute sprawled across Mom’s chest.

Cloyingly sweet like a piece of malt sugar, it was enough to melt anyone’s heart.

Patting their son’s chubby behind, Qiao Qingyu turned to He Xiuyu, who was pinching their son’s chubby feet, "Grandpa said he’d be going back in half a month. Mom and Dad, and also Chaoxuan, will go together. Do you want to come along?"

It had already been more than a year since their last visit.

As an arts and crafts weaving teacher, Qiao Zhicai had taught all that he could. Although he still held the title of teacher, artisan teachers had already mastered the sales craft, and some even came up with quite a few new designs, so Qiao Zhicai planned to resign from his teaching position.

But you know, this year he made more than ten thousand yuan.

Having money in hand makes everything easier, just like before, as a farmer, he had never considered spending money to buy watermelon, but now, he could spend several yuan on a watermelon without a second thought.

This was unimaginable in the past.

Qiao Zhicai still wove his handicrafts.

Once finished, he would give them to Zhou Xiaoqin to sell collectively. Of course, Qiao Zhicai had experience; he was an old craftsman of several decades. Even during tough times, he supported his family by weaving mats.

People from villages dozens of miles away would come to buy his mats just by hearing about them.

The same was true for his crafts now. Although he made fewer, each was a work of art.

Some decorative pieces, after his skilled weaving, could sell for tens of yuan, which was equivalent to a factory worker’s monthly salary.

So Qiao Zhicai was now really beaming.

Of course, he also wanted to return to the Qiao Family Team. After all, in Xichuan, the house belonged to his father-in-law, but in the Qiao Family Team, that little western-style building truly belonged to Qiao Zhicai himself, and of course, to his wife as well.

So when he heard the old man was going back, and the whole family would go together, he was very happy.

He Xiuyu of course knew about this too and said while pinching his son’s feet, "There’s a project starting soon and I won’t be able to take time off, so you go with our son."

Indeed, the back and forth traveling was very tiring. This year, his wife hadn’t had many quiet days to just sit at home...