When he returned home after selling the tea eggs, Huang Han, who had already reached the entrance of the alley, decided to go back and take a look to confirm how many competitors had appeared.

    He said: "Dad, please go back with me and take a look. I think someone should do the same business where we sell tea eggs!"

    Zhuang Daozhou was not surprised at all and said: "No need to look, I already knew it. They have been here for at least ten days."

    Huang Han wondered: "Why didn't you tell me?"

     "Is it useful to tell you? That place is not my home! Do you have the ability to drive people away?"

    “Uh!” This is true. People come to the cinema to sell tea eggs. What should I do if I know?

    Huang Han nodded and said: "Yes! Dad is right, I really can't help it, but I need to find out what price it sells for so that I know what it is."

     "I know the shop that sells tea eggs, and I buy two for a dime. His family's economic conditions are even worse. His wife is lame, and the eldest son is also lame for some reason. There is also a blind old lady at home."

     "Oh! That's it! It's really miserable."

     "They are very honest people. Even if they come early, they would hide in the corner and watch. They wait until we leave before starting to sell. I am afraid they will have to sell until the last movie is over and there are no people on the street before they are willing to go home."

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    Huang Han was touched at this moment. He sighed and said: "It's not easy. I saw that little girl. I'm afraid she is about the same size as Xiaoqian, and she is also so thin."

    Zhuang Daozhou said sourly: "There are so many poor people, but it's a pity that we can't help them. I hope they can finish buying the tea eggs they brought today!"

    Xiaoqian suddenly said: "Brother, I am not thin anymore. I still have a new skirt to wear, meat, eggs, and biscuits to eat. I am much happier than that child."

    Huang Han said: "Well, you have gained a little bit of meat during this period. Remember, you must eat well and strive to grow taller and stronger."

     "Yeah! I'm the most obedient. Now I never leave any leftovers."

    Huang Han turned around and asked Huang Daozhou, who was pushing the bicycle: "Dad, do you know that besides them, are there any other people selling tea eggs near the cinema?"

     "I am more concerned about this matter than you are. We are their family now, no one else!"

    “How can you be so sure?”

    Huang Daozhou said disapprovingly: "What's the matter? I came to see it three nights in a row a few days ago, and I always came around the cinema around ten o'clock.

    Business is not easy to do. It was almost eleven o'clock the night before yesterday. I stood across the street for ten minutes, but he didn't even make a single business.

    I doubt whether his business can continue."

    Huang Han wondered: "You have come to see it three times? Why don't I know anything?"

     "Of course I pay special attention to my family's business. I found someone selling tea eggs in front of the cinema, so of course I had to observe it quietly.

    You sleep like a dead pig, I probably won’t wake up even if I throw you into a latrine, how could you possibly know?”

     "Dad, now I wonder if I am your biological son?"

    “What do you mean?”

     "Look at your metaphor. It's a dead pig and it's thrown into a pit. I really can't afford to be hurt!"

     "Ah? Hahaha..." Xiaoqian, Huang Xin, and Huang Daozhou all burst into laughter.

     "Dad, sister, it can be seen from this that my family's good business is entirely due to the right marketing method. If others also adopt this model to compete, it should affect my family."

    Huang Xin said confidently: "I'm not worried about this at all."

    Huang Han wondered: "Why?"

     "Because of you! Whose child can sing songs that make people cry? Who can write beautiful lyrics that people can't put down and keep as bookmarks?

    I think you can make money even if you copy the lyrics and sell them as bookmarks! What’s the point of selling some tea eggs?”

    “Sister, you shocked me so much!”

    “What’s the shock?”

     "Sister, you can't feel inferior, you have to strive for self-improvement. But you also can't be blindly arrogant and like to feel complacent!"

     "Okay! I praise you, but you don't know how to praise me, and you still hurt me. Look at my 'Nine Yin White Bone Claws'."

    Huang Xin opened her palms and bent her fingers, making a gesture of grabbing.

     "Nine Yin White Bone Claws? Sister, you will be admitted to junior high school in a few days, why don't you study hard?"

    Huang Xin was unhappy and said: "I have been studying hard, and my grades have improved a few places. The teacher said that as long as I perform normally, I will definitely be admitted to the Experimental Middle School. What do you mean?"

    “Why do you know about Jiuyin White Bone Claw?”

     "Everyone in the school knows this! Boys all use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and girls all use the Nine Yin White Bone Claws."

    Huang Han thought: "Well! Is this popular in Sanshui Experimental Primary School now? It's too early.

    Shouldn’t it be something that happened after Hong Kong’s 1983 version of Legend of the Condor Heroes became popular in the video halls of Sanshui County?”

    He asked Huang Xin: "Sister, do you know the origin of the Nine Yin White Bone Claws?"

    “Of course I know, it’s the story you told in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

    We have agreed that as long as I am admitted to the Experimental Middle School, you will tell me "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" during the summer vacation. Li Mei and many classmates have made appointments to come to my house to listen to the story!"

     "Sister, you must not promise me this. Our family has big things to do this summer!"

    “Busy with something big?”

     "You forgot, my family is going to buy a house and open a delicatessen selling thirteen-spice lobster. I guess we will be very busy during the summer vacation, and there will be no time to tell stories!"

     "That's not necessarily true. How many of my classmates don't know how to work? If they help my family with the work, why don't you tell stories for an hour to make everyone happy?"

     "Hey! I should be able to have this?"

     "Huang Han, please give me some more lyrics copied on cardboard! Several classmates with good connections have been asking me for them."

     "Your handwriting is very good! Why don't you just copy it for them!"

     "They can copy it themselves, so why should I do it? Their purpose is to get you to copy the lyrics, and they all say that your handwriting is beautiful."

    This is true. Huang Han's pen calligraphy was originally good, but later he was too lazy to write using a computer and gradually fell into disuse.

    Now that he realizes that he will still write by hand for at least nearly 20 years, Huang Han deliberately spends time practicing calligraphy. He has written more than 3,000 words every day for more than a month. He has regained his best condition and seems to be making progress.

A lot.

    After hearing this, Huang Daozhou took the initiative and said: "How about I copy some lyrics for you at work tomorrow? I will also write them on cardboard!"

    Huang Han immediately flattered me and said, "I don't dare to invite you if you wish! Dad, your calligraphy is worth a fortune!"

     "Alas! Sometimes my brain really doesn't turn around. So many customers asked you to give them the lyrics, and I didn't even think of copying a few copies and giving them to the customers when I had nothing to do in the storage room!"

     "Hehe... Dad, if someone wants it, we can deal with it as much as possible. We must not respond to every request. We must only give out three or five copies a day."

     "I understand this. If you give them as soon as they ask, even hundreds of copies a day may not be enough. They are only given to regular customers who ask for them, or to customers who buy ten or eight tea eggs at once."

     "Dad is wise, everyone has desires that are difficult to satisfy. The calligraphy treasures of our father and son may become treasures in the auction house in a hundred years. How can we not reject anyone who comes!"

     "It's really cool! Don't you blush?"

    Huang Han affirmed: "This is not bragging, I am talking about a hundred years from now."

    Huang Daozhou retorted: "It won't be possible in two hundred years!"

    Huang Xin said: "I will also practice calligraphy seriously this summer vacation, and I will also try to make everyone compete for the lyrics I copied!"

    The little girl said: "I am writing hard now, but I don't know if others want lyrics written in pencil?"

    Huang Han laughed: "I want it if they don't want it, so I'll trade White Rabbit toffee for your lyrics collection! When you become famous and have a family, I'll auction it off and make a lot of money!"

     "Really? Brother is the best..."

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