Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 363: Ambition

This brochure is prepared for the "Southern Trade Conference," and it’s done very beautifully.

At first, Zhang Changqing was captivated by the verdant mountains and clear waters, the idyllic village on the cover—a colorful image, a camera shot, like a mystical fairyland, yet with a different earthly charm.

This era doesn’t have the futuristic technology methods of later generations; all product illustrations are photographs of real objects. Each set of furniture is arranged according to the same series, not shot in the same space, but the layout looks like it forms a cohesive whole.

Magpies on branches, dragons and phoenixes presenting auspiciousness, wealth and double happiness...

The Chinese-style furniture incorporates other elements that Zhang Changqing doesn’t understand, but surprisingly harmonious, whether from an aesthetic or a practical standpoint, it’s flawless.

The furniture is also divided by function, mainly into two major modules: home use and office use.

Seeing a complete set of white office furniture, Zhang Changqing couldn’t help but think that this is exactly how the furniture in his office should be, showing the attraction it holds for people.

As for machinery, there are different specifications just for threshers, even small threshers for home use.

Although Zhang Changqing doesn’t know who might buy such a small thresher, just looking at the images, he feels that if he had money, he would certainly buy one.

The orange paint looks bright and eye-catching.

Textile machines and sewing machines, needless to say, although they are clearly large industrial machines, are made very aesthetically pleasing, or rather have a sense of sophistication, easily drawing people into those bright-windowed factory buildings, with sunlight slanting in from the outside, and the ground’s paint reflecting the light, untouched by any dust.

Zhang Changqing had visited many factory buildings; the factories in his memory were all gray and dull, with workshops darkly lit, covered in black oily grease, workers in greasy work clothes, not one clean face, nor one face that would bring joy.

Zhang Changqing tasted a sense of innovation.

He closed the brochure, "I’ll fight for you, although whether or not it can be secured is another matter. But you just mentioned that if you can get the booth, you could earn three million in foreign exchange; are you talking about US dollars?"

"Yes, US dollars! Definitely not Hua Country Coin." Jiang Xingye also learned from Xu Qinghuan that US dollars and Hua Country Coin are not equivalent.

Zhang Changqing nodded, "It seems you’ve done quite a job."

You Yuxiang listened for a while, realizing it had nothing to do with him, and he left.

Jiang Xingye came out, glanced at the place where You Yuxiang had been standing just now.

In the evening, he returned to the Shangjiang Team, Xu Qinghuan had already prepared the meal, waiting for him to come back to eat.

Qiao Xinyu and Yu Xiaomin, the couple, started their own cooking after getting married. Zheng Siqi was often running around outside, unable to join them anymore, while Dai Yifeng, being alone and sometimes too busy to care about food, often freeloaded meals here and there, of course, he’s not doing it without giving back.

Today, he’s eating at Qiao Xinyu’s place.

Xu Qinghuan and Jiang Xingye eat alone.

There is water in the washbasin, Jiang Xingye washed his face, and dishes were already on the table—pork belly with lettuce stew with vermicelli, Xu Qinghuan retrieved a plate of twice-cooked pork with cooked tofu and a plate of large white bass from the space, a bowl of rice, plus a basket of white flour buns.

Jiang Xingye devoured the buns, habitually picking out the lean meat from the dishes for Xu Qinghuan to eat, but ended up with fish meat full of bones on his chopsticks. He paused, placed the fish in his own bowl, picked out the bones, hesitated before placing it into Xu Qinghuan’s bowl.

She picked at her rice, eating slowly, gracefully, and elegantly.

She seemed never to have minded how he ate crudely and boorishly.

Jiang Xingye still remembered his childhood when his mother continuously despised his father, saying his father ate like he was fighting with a dog, yet his father always saved the best at home for him and his mother.

He was initially afraid Xu Qinghuan would also despise him, being very particular when eating, but over time, his true nature gradually came out, eating like he was competing for food.

Jiang Xingye, perhaps driven by some inexplicable psychology, picked up the fish with chopsticks and handed it to Xu Qinghuan; she opened her mouth to eat, the chopsticks sliding across her lips.

She squinted her beautiful doe-like eyes, eating with satisfaction, bringing her bowl in front of him, "Do you want some rice?"

Jiang Xingye opened his mouth wide, Xu Qinghuan was slightly startled, but still used chopsticks to give him a bite, which he held in his mouth, biting her chopsticks to see her reaction.

Xu Qinghuan used her own chopsticks.

She pulled, but couldn’t get them out, glared at him, Jiang Xingye released his teeth, slowly chewing while keeping her expression in view.

She herself took a bite, asking, "Do you want more?"

"No more!" He was satisfied.

"The field in the mountains, the herbs you’ve planted should be ready for harvest, right? I went to see them a few days ago; they bore the kind of little fruit you mentioned, and it’s already turned purple. Do you want to go and check?"

"Yeah, let’s go check." She wanted to know what more secrets the mountain held, "Yes, it’s time to take a look."

"This year the mountain will just plant rice, all the harvested grains will be saved for you to eat." Jiang Xingye focused on picking out bones from the fish for her, feeding her when cleaned, she ate a mouthful of fish and a mouthful of rice.

In the end, only the head and tail of the fish were left, but the rice in her bowl hadn’t diminished much.

Jiang Xingye felt a little helpless, took the bowl, mixed with some fish soup to feed her, but Xu Qinghuan shook her head, "No more, I’m full!"

She rubbed her belly, Jiang Xingye watched, feeling hot in the eye.

After the meal, Jiang Xingye washed the bowls and chopsticks; he never allowed Xu Qinghuan to do such labor, even cooking, no matter how busy he was, he tried to come back to do it, but today he admittedly returned a little late.

The fire in the hearth went out, the pot stewed a pot of water, but it’s all just for show, Xu Qinghuan hardly ever used boiled water for bathing.

Whenever Jiang Xingye was with her, they always bathed in the space; lately, he’s been incredibly busy.

Building the factory was the main task, and after it’s built, the factory needs moving. If Jiang Baohua is to be reassigned, who will become the team leader for the production team remains unchosen, preferably keeping it as it was before, from Jiang or Dong families.

Definitely avoiding an outsider parachuting in, as their current productivity momentum is excellent, and the production team would certainly not want an outsider coming in to take a share.

Yet it’s too good, and precautions can’t be ignored.

The two haven’t been intimate for quite a while.

Jiang Xingye can’t resist hunger, entering the space, walking along the path, the ground littered with their clothes, reaching the edge of the pool, little is left on either of them.

Jiang Xingye didn’t hide his impatience; Xu Qinghuan’s legs couldn’t bear it, just feeling as if her bones were crushed, Jiang Xingye unfulfilled, holding her hand.

Finally, Xu Qinghuan’s teeth lightly secured on him, her legs went soft, dropping into the bath.

Jiang Xingye knelt down, holding her in his arms.