Chapter 426

Hearing Ye Cheng was here to claim a welfare quota, Manager Meng gave a slight smile.

"Little brother, you only get the welfare if you buy ten units at once—do you really make that much money going out to sea?"

"Hehe, Manager, I just sold my boat; I want to give it a try, I don't want to go out to sea anymore—it's too hard."

"You don't know—out at sea I lost my girlfriend." Ye Cheng said with a sorrowful face, squeezing out two tears.

Manager Meng patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder,

"Young man, you've got guts—I'll tell you, you bet right this time. Buy our product, join our sales network, and from now on you'll have women piling onto you."

"Come on, let me take you to see our training class."

Ye Cheng, while following Manager Meng, still didn't forget to ask,

"Manager, that welfare quota is available, right?"

Manager Meng looked at the fish before him and thought, "This is practically handing over money."

"Originally our quota was already used up, but seeing how sincere you are, I'll go apply for another one."

"Really?" Ye Cheng exclaimed in delight, "Thank you, Manager, thank you!"

"From now on we're family; here we call each other family, no need to say 'Manager'."

"Okay, Manager-family."

"Hahaha, you're quite a funny guy." Manager Meng was made to laugh by Ye Cheng.

He led Ye Cheng to the office where he had previously shouted, opened the door and began introducing,

"Well, this is our training place; our company is quite legitimate, these courses are all free—you definitely need to come often."

Ye Cheng peered inside; there were about twenty people, but they weren't in class now—instead a group sat in a circle, each speaking.

The one speaking now was a simple-looking boy from Xia Ling Village: "I'm from Xia Ling Village; my family of six lives in one room—we're really poor. I already bought our company's product earlier, then I gave lectures to people in my village. Now I've sold five units, gaining five downlines. I estimate I'll soon be able to rebuild my house—I want a three-story building."

As the boy finished speaking, a middle-aged man started clapping, saying, "Good, A-Wang said that well—we young folks need drive; as long as we work hard, we'll surely succeed!"

The sharing session was originally meant for psychological intervention, to heal wounds.

But now these people have taken it over for brainwashing.

"Manager Meng, what's this?" the middle-aged man said after finishing, glancing at the two at the door and asking.

"This is our new brother; I brought him to have a look." Manager Meng pushed Ye Cheng forward a step.

"Hello everyone, I'm Chen Jinhai—I will definitely work hard." Ye Cheng put on an extremely excited, agitated act.

"I'm Chen Jinhai—if anything happens, you avenge grudges and resentments; whatever you do, don't look for Ye Cheng, look for Chen Jinhai."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone in the circle stood up, pointing at Ye Cheng and saying,

"You're not Ye Cheng, are you? Chen Jinhai is your village chief, right?"

Ye Cheng's heart jumped—"Damn, being too famous isn't good either; how come everyone knows me wherever I go?"

Hearing someone call out Ye Cheng's real name, Manager Meng narrowed his eyes, turned to look at Ye Cheng, and stared at him unhurriedly, saying,

"Young man, you still like using fake names, huh."

"No, I'm just too excited—I wanted to say I'm from Baiyun Village; our village chief is called Chen Jinhai. Manager, I'm just a bit excited." Ye Cheng explained timidly.

Manager Meng gave no clear answer, then turned his head to look at the person who had just stood up,

"You said his name is Ye Cheng?"

"Yes, he's from Baiyun Village, his name is Ye Cheng. I'm from Liu Village—last time we went to their village to fight, it was because he called the police and had our village chief's son arrested, and he even got some 'good citizen' award."

Hearing that Ye Cheng had called the police to arrest someone and was still called a good citizen,

Manager Meng immediately became alert, looking at Ye Cheng and saying,

"Come, little brother, let's step outside to talk."

As he spoke, Manager Meng pulled Ye Cheng outside; Ye Cheng could tell this guy didn't want him to keep watching and had grown suspicious.

"Manager Meng, hear me out—I genuinely came to buy the product. The police gave me some 'good citizen' thing, but no money—what good is that?"

"Manager, let me tell you I regret it to death—I once drove my boat and crashed into Liu Village's boat, leading to the arrest of those people; I almost drowned, fixing the boat cost over ten thousand, and the police just gave me a slip of paper—I feel like cursing my mother, a bunch of idiots, can paper be eaten as food?"

"Let me tell you, Manager, everyone says I'm some 'good citizen,' but whenever I hear that I just want to curse—'damn good citizen,' I lose money and it's useless, a bunch of damn police who just know how to fool us ordinary folk with these trinkets."

As he spoke, Ye Cheng raised his right hand,

"Manager, I swear, I just want to make money!"

Hearing Ye Cheng curse the police so fiercely, Manager Meng felt a bit undecided.

"You really hate the police?"

"Exactly, it's not even a thing—and there's that Bureau Chief surnamed Zhou, I spit! Such a big leader, I asked if boat repair costs could be reimbursed, he said there's no such rule, only spiritual rewards—I'd reward his grandmother's leg!" Ye Cheng burst out cursing.

"What a bunch of nonsense—if it weren't for us hardworking fishermen paying taxes to feed them, they wouldn't even have food to eat."

While cursing, Ye Cheng silently thought, "Lucky, lucky there's no bug—otherwise when I go back Zhou Zu Hai would have my hide."

Ye Cheng's swearing made Manager Meng a bit embarrassed; moreover, cursing the bureau chief—given the domestic climate, doing that basically means cutting yourself off.

"Well, actually the police are just following procedure; maybe they really don't have the budget."

"Bullshit! They feast on delicacies every day while we can't even bear to eat meat, and yet they talk about rules—rules my ass."

"Alright, alright, life's like that—learn from a setback, next time just don't listen to the police." Manager Meng felt satisfied; Ye Cheng's cursing was great, it hit him right in the heart.

"Come on, did you bring the money? If you did, I'll process the paperwork for you today."

"Manager, I got back too late today—the banks are closed, I won't get the money until tomorrow. If there's a welfare quota, I'd like to reserve one; I can pay a deposit." Ye Cheng looked urgent.

"Forget the deposit—just come see me tomorrow and I'll hold the quota for you."

"Wow, really—I've run into a benefactor today." Ye Cheng kept flattering Manager Meng, making him feel pleased.

The two were chatting when suddenly a person came down from the third floor.