EBE Chapter 480 New Appliances, Designed for Your Needs
Chapter 480 New Appliances, Designed for Your Needs
The adults raised their glasses to the children at another table, and the children followed suit, picking up their juice glasses and toasting the adults from a distance.
Everyone drank it all in one gulp.
That night, Wanshu's parents and Wanqing stayed in the empty room next door and planned to go home the next day.
After dinner, the children took the initiative to clean up. They chatted and laughed as they cleared the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, and then carefully wiped the table.
After tidying up, the two families sat on the sofa and benches, playing cards while watching the Spring Festival Gala.
At this moment, Uncle Benshan's skit was playing on the television, and the two hosts began announcing the program with great enthusiasm.
"Next, please enjoy the skit performed by Zhao Bensan, 'Xiao Jiu Lao Le'!"
At the card table, as soon as Xiaoting saw Zhao Benshan appear on the screen, she immediately perked up, quickly put down her cards, and covered them up, afraid that someone would peek at her cards.
"Look at the skit, Ben San is coming out. His skit will be over soon and the hour will be starting."
While Xiaoting was watching intently and occasionally laughing out loud at the skit, Pengfei secretly made a shushing gesture to Tu Nan.
Tu Nan understood immediately, and the two worked together seamlessly.
Pengfei quietly picked up Xiaoting's cards, quickly glanced at them, memorized their general layout, and then casually slipped them back under the cushion.
The skit, which lasted for more than ten minutes, ended quickly.
Xiaoting picked up the playing cards from under her mat and noticed the malicious smiles on her brother and Pengfei's faces. She immediately realized what was going on. "Did you two see my cards?!"
Pengfei and Tunan exchanged a glance and quickly shook their heads in denial.
Wan Shu watched this scene, smiling as she pointed at the two of them.
"You two are just bullying our Xiaoting. Okay, that's enough. Wanqing, Xiaoting, I'm taking you two to set off fireworks."
Just then, the hourly chime came from the television.
"Dear viewers, Xinsheng Electric Appliances is here to tell the time for the people of the whole country. The midnight bell is about to ring. We are now looking forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival of 1991 with great excitement."
The whole family's attention was drawn to the TV, and the room instantly fell silent as they mentally counted, 3, 2, 1.
With a loud "boom," the clock struck midnight.
Immediately afterwards, loud New Year's greetings came from the television.
"Xinsheng Appliances extends New Year's greetings to the people of the whole country. Xinsheng Appliances, thinking of you!"
Zhuang Chaoying looked at the hourly advertisement. You get what you pay for. The Spring Festival Gala has the highest viewership now. It can be said that as long as you have a TV at home, you will definitely sit in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
With the New Year over, their new appliances are about to become a nationwide sensation again; the advertising investment was absolutely worthwhile.
"Let's go set off fireworks, Xiaoting, come on." Pengfei, holding Xiaoyuyao, turned around and looked at Xiaoting, who was still sitting there. He immediately understood what she was waiting for. After all, he had been in a relationship himself and understood her feelings.
Just then, the phone rang.
Xiaoting quickly got up, rushed to the phone, and answered it.
"Is Xiaoting you?"
"Yes, it's me, Lin Dongzhe."
"Xiaoting, Happy New Year! I wanted to call you as soon as the clock struck the hour. This past month away from you has felt like it's been going by so slowly. I've been counting down the days. Xiaoting, I miss you. Do you miss me too?"
Lin Dongzhe's words came out like a machine gun. Xiaoting listened to these heartfelt words and watched her family members walk out one after another. She was a little shy, covered the microphone with her hand, and spoke softly but firmly.
"miss you!"
Both of them were silent for a while on the phone, and only the soft breathing of each other could be heard.
After a while, he said, "Lin Dongzhe, Happy New Year! I'm waiting for you to come home."
The two chatted quietly for a few more minutes.
Tu Nan shouted loudly from outside the door, "Xiao Ting, come out quickly! I bought your favorite fireworks, they're so beautiful!"
Hearing her brother's urging, Xiaoting quickly said into the phone, "Brother asked me to go out and set off fireworks. I'm waiting for you. I miss you."
After saying that, she hung up the phone and ran out.
"Here you go, Xiaoting!" Zhang Wanqing saw Xiaoting come out, handed her the fireworks, then leaned closer to her, whispered in Xiaoting's ear.
"Are you on the phone with Lin Dongzhe?"
Xiaoting took the fireworks, a happy smile on her face, and nodded: "Mmm."
At this moment, the night sky was illuminated by fireworks, and everyone welcomed the arrival of 1991.
The alleyway was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and Zhuang Chaoying had her arm around A Ling's waist.
The children chased each other through the alley with sparklers in their hands. In a daze, he seemed to see Tu Nan, Xiao Ting, and Peng Fei when they were little, the three of them.
With another loud "boom," fireworks exploded in the night sky.
Zhuang Chaoying inadvertently looked down and glanced at the top of A-Ling's head, where she noticed a single white hair.
Fourteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Ah Ling has already grown gray hair.
"Chaoying, what's wrong?" Huang Ling noticed the gaze of the person next to her and touched her hair in the direction of his gaze.
"Ah Ling, you have gray hair now." Zhuang Chaoying's thumb unconsciously rubbed the fabric of her coat.
In my memory, she still looks like she's holding a birthday cake.
Huang Ling chuckled softly, amused. "What's the big deal? Do you really think I'm a little girl? We're both forty-seven!"
Do you want me to pull it out for you?
"Go away!" Huang Ling slapped his hand away and pretended to move half a step to the side in disgust.
"Mom said, 'Pull one out and ten will grow back!' Do you want me to turn into a white-haired witch?"
Although she verbally rejected Chao Ying, she unconsciously moved closer to him.
At that moment, fireworks exploded again in the distance and in the sky.
.......
Life went on uneventfully.
The after-school tutoring center continues to operate smoothly and earns a considerable amount each year. Last year, Song Ying calculated that she earned a total of over 50,000 yuan, with 25,000 yuan per family, which is much more than what she would earn working a regular job.
The advertising slogan "New Life Appliances, Thinking of You" was like a strong east wind, spreading throughout the streets and alleys of the country, causing New Life Appliances' sales to double as if it had sprouted wings.
In May 1991, Zhuang Chaoying took his two novels, "Difficult Steps" and "Bright Arrow," to the Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House to discuss their publication.
The weather was exceptionally gloomy that day, with thick, heavy clouds pressing down, casting a pall of oppression over the entire city. Zhuang Chaoying disliked cloudy days the most, not only because the weather was unbearably hot and humid, but also because this gloomy atmosphere would inexplicably affect his mood, making him feel inexplicably irritable.
At this moment, he is in the office of the editor-in-chief of Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House.
He sat in the chair, sipping his tea listlessly, his gaze occasionally drifting to the gloomy sky outside the window.
On the other side, the editor-in-chief and two editors were carefully reading the original manuscripts of "Struggling to Move Forward" and "Bright Arrow".
Zhuang Chaoying arrived at the publishing house around 9 a.m., and from then on, the three of them immersed themselves in the manuscript.
After reading their parts, they began to exchange copies of each other's manuscripts. Before they knew it, it was 12:30, and they finally closed the manuscripts.