Chapter 113: End-of-Month Performance Report

End-of-Month Performance Report

From Genius to Invincible in Doupo

In the night, flames shot into the sky, startling many who were fast asleep.

After notifying Wang Bing, Yao Weimin returned to the second floor of the marketplace, drenched in sweat, and handed Su Peide the letter with several burn holes, claiming he found it on the person inside.

"How's the person inside?" Su Peide asked quickly as he took the letter.

"Dead."

"What about the monkey?"

"Burned to death too."

"..."

"Mr. Su, please check the contents first—if there's any info on other lawbreakers, we must act fast and arrest them without delay!"

Yao Weimin suggested.

Su Peide opened it, frowned immediately, and shouted toward the door: "Someone! Call immediately and organize a team to arrest lawbreakers citywide!"

As he spoke, he rose and walked out; after passing Yao Weimin, he turned back and slowly revealed an approving smile: "Well done. If this arrest goes smoothly, your contribution won't be small!"

Without waiting for Yao Weimin's reply, he hurried downstairs to personally join the on-site arrest operation.

Yao Weimin wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat on a chair to rest for a moment, then left as well.

The rest of the matter was now entirely in Su Peide's hands—Sun Xiang might have hidden in the Xin Qiao Hotel, but he couldn't escape capture; as for interrogation afterward, that was no longer Yao Weimin's concern.

Yao Weimin also stopped paying attention to the warehouse on Meishi Street—it would remain untouched and be seized by the state once Sun Xiang was arrested.

Yao Weimin stood by the roadside, weary, and shifted his body slightly before walking toward his home.

After arriving home, he immediately released the still-unconscious monkey, leaned over, and slapped his face a few times until he gradually woke up.

The moment the monkey opened his eyes, he leapt off the chair—his mind still trapped in the earlier scene of flames filling the room, and faintly, the final glimpse of his second brother.

"Second brother!" When he recognized his surroundings and saw there was no danger—that he was in his second brother's home—his heart surged with emotion, both excited and grateful; he dropped to his knees without hesitation: "Second brother, you saved me!"

"Get up—we brothers don't do this!" Yao Weimin pulled him up and sat him back on the chair: "You can't stay in the Four-Nine City anymore. You need to go into hiding outside."

"Yes, I understand!" The monkey, excited, stopped stuttering: "Second brother, give me any order—I'll go anywhere!"

"Good. Tomorrow I'll buy you a train ticket south. Tonight, sleep in the other room. When I return tomorrow morning, leave immediately!"

Yao Weimin nodded.

"Got it! Second brother, don't worry—wherever I go, I'm still your brother. Once I reach the south, I'll write to Gangzi to report my location. If you need me, just say the word—no matter how dangerous, I'll risk my life to get it done!"

The monkey declared firmly, tears welling in his eyes.

"Yes, sending you south does come with a task." Yao Weimin's expression turned serious: "When you get to Guangzhou, settle down first. I'll tell you your next mission when I come to find you."

"Yes!" The monkey nodded firmly, his expression resolute.

"Alright. There's a quilt in the wardrobe in that room—take what you need. I'm tired, going to rest." Yao Weimin said no more; the previous series of actions had drained him, and now he waved dismissively, weary.

Hearing this, the monkey felt even more moved—he knew his second brother had risked great danger and expended tremendous effort to rescue him, and he vowed inwardly to repay this rebirth-debt forever.

The night passed. When Yao Weimin woke in the morning, his energy was fully restored—he looked as usual, bright-eyed and vigorous.

The monkey had also risen early; too anxious to sleep, he respectfully came to the outer room and waited for Yao Weimin's instructions.

"Let's go. Whatever you're missing, buy it in the south!" Yao Weimin pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan notes from his pocket and shoved them into the monkey's hand.

The monkey was speechless with emotion, silently stuffing the money into his pocket—he knew that if his second brother gave him money, he had to accept it; refusing would seem pretentious under these circumstances.

The two left early. Few pedestrians were out—due to last night's events, patrol officers wandered the streets, but Yao Weimin and the monkey walked calmly, their expressions composed, drawing no special attention.

Train tickets in this era weren't name-based; anyone with money could buy one. Yao Weimin watched until the monkey bought his ticket and entered the station, then waved goodbye from afar, turned, exited the station, and rode his bicycle toward the procurement station.

On the way, Yao Weimin pondered his next plan: with Hua Li in the northeast and the monkey in the south, if properly arranged, these two would save him immense effort—he wouldn't need to personally procure supplies anymore.

Currently, Gangzi handled affairs in the Four-Nine City, Xue Fei expanded the peripheral markets, and sales channels now had dedicated personnel.

Yao Weimin felt his business personnel structure was essentially complete; if managed well, it would continuously generate massive wealth for him.

In this era, no "profiteers" had emerged yet; goods between north and south barely flowed, making price gaps highly opaque. Leveraging his advantages, he believed he could quickly accumulate considerable capital—then, after lying low for ten years, he would soar to the heavens!

Yet Yao Weimin still felt urgency. Counting the days, less than two years remained until that period. To achieve his grand goals, he needed to drastically increase efficiency.

The matter Su Jianjun mentioned about northeast wild ginseng had greatly piqued Yao Weimin's interest.

He had already begun formulating plans in his mind, but then Hua Li and the monkey ran into trouble, delaying everything. Now that their issues were resolved, he had regained time and energy, and decided to turn his attention to acquiring northeast wild ginseng.

When Yao Weimin arrived at the procurement station, the workday had already been underway for an hour. He had just sat down at his desk when Su Jianjun approached.

"Weimin, come smoke. I've got some explosive news!" Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Yao Weimin's arm and pulled him outside.

At their usual smoking spot, Su Jianjun's face wore a look of awe.

"It's insane! You won't believe it—last night something huge happened!" He lowered his voice, smugly staring at Yao Weimin: "My old man stayed out all night, and when he came back this morning, he was still buzzing. I wondered what could've made him so excited—so I asked. Guess what?!"

He deliberately dragged out the suspense, pausing here.

Yao Weimin saw the setup—he'd play along. He feigned intense curiosity: "Don't tease me—why stop halfway? Tell me, what happened?!"

Su Jianjun, pleased with the reaction, whispered his story, mimicking his father's tone: He'd praised how many big fish they'd caught, nearly uprooting entire organized criminal networks in one sweep!

At the end, Su Jianjun sounded resentful: "My old man was thrilled, but also weirdly pissed at me. This morning, he chewed me out for no reason—said I was a kid, and that I couldn't even carry the shoes of capable young people, and that I should learn from my colleagues. Hey, isn't that just asking for a scolding? And honestly, except for you, Yao Weimin, I don't fear anyone else in this station!"

Listening, Yao Weimin finally relaxed—he knew Su Peide had no suspicions about him and recognized his contribution.

"Did he say what happened to those arrested?" Yao Weimin asked curiously.

"Obviously, they'll be interrogated. First, chili water, tiger bench—then ironing irons, electric shocks. The hard stuff's guaranteed to be served hot—see how long they can hold out!" Su Jianjun spoke carelessly, exaggerating with a menacing grin.

"Junzi, I know why your old man scolded you." Yao Weimin smiled at him.

"Why? You gotta analyze this for me!" Su Jianjun asked, smoking.

"Analyze your ass—you're a full-blown lawbreaker who loves torture! If your old man heard you, he'd beat you so bad you couldn't get off the ground for three days!"

Yao Weimin tossed his cigarette butt and walked toward the office: "Alright, I'm already late—got a ton of work waiting. No more idle chatter!"

"Hey Weimin, Yuejin came looking for you again yesterday. Free tonight? Grab a drink?" Su Jianjun called out from behind.

"No, tonight I'm going to my future in-laws' place to lay it all out to my future father-in-law!" Yao Weimin said without looking back.

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"Damn it, you're a womanizer and a bad friend—that's all you are, I'm telling you!" Su Jianjun's face was full of disappointment as he angrily tossed away his cigarette.

In one day, Yao Weimin organized all the data sheets in his hands and discovered that the station also had a project to purchase wild ginseng, though the quantity was small; after quietly speculating, he believed it might be related to sales volume.

Packaged wild ginseng was relatively expensive; ordinary people couldn't afford it, and even those who could wouldn't dare spend so much money on it—when they had minor headaches, fevers, or small illnesses, they either toughed it out or went straight to the hospital.

Those who truly needed it weren't nonexistent, but most rarely bought it at supply and marketing cooperatives—they obtained it through other channels, and sometimes people even delivered it directly to their doors.

Yao Weimin pondered and decided to find an excuse soon to travel to the origin of wild ginseng—Bai Shan—for a business trip to understand the local situation firsthand.

After work, he was about to ride his bicycle to find Chen Wenli, but as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he ran into Wang Bing in civilian clothes.

"Weimin, do you have time tonight? Old Su wants to treat you to dinner and chat about work matters."

"..." Yao Weimin paused briefly, then nodded in agreement.

The two each rode their bicycles to the front of a restaurant, where Wang Bing stopped and smiled:

"Old Su is in Room 1—you'll see him when you go in. I still have to head back to the station to continue with interrogations, so I won't join you for dinner!"

"Alright, let's get together another time!"

Yao Weimin politely responded, watching until Wang Bing rode away.

He entered the restaurant, found the private room, and saw only Su Peide inside; upon seeing him enter, Su Peide offered a rare gentle smile.

"Hahaha… sit, sit quickly!" Su Peide laughed, pointing to the chair beside him with warm invitation.

"Weimin, you've performed exceptionally well this time. I'm glad I thought to create the patrol officer position—it kept me from missing out on such a capable officer, hahaha…" Su Peide chuckled with admiration.

Yao Weimin responded politely; though all the information had come from him, he showed no trace of arrogance, his face always wearing a calm, humble smile, mostly listening as Su Peide spoke.

The meal ended quickly. After praising Yao Weimin's contributions, Su Peide offered words of encouragement, emphasizing that because Yao Weimin had earned merit, his patrol officer status might change—but the specific level of promotion was still under discussion by the organization, and he'd have to wait for news in the short term.

At the end of the meal, Su Peide patted Yao Weimin on the shoulder, offered further encouragement, then explained he had other matters to attend to and gestured for Yao Weimin to leave first.

Leaving the restaurant, it was already past eight at night; Yao Weimin did not go to see Chen Wenli again, returning directly to his courtyard to drink tea and wait for Gangzi to settle the payment for the goods.

The next day after work, he went to see Chen Wenli again.

"Weimin, you've been swamped these past few days—tonight, are we eating at your place or mine?"

Seeing him, Chen Wenli's lovely, gentle face lit up with delight and warmth as she asked with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I went back to the courtyard house—tonight, let's eat at my place," Yao Weimin said after thinking, then suddenly noticed something odd and frowned, "What do you mean 'your place' and 'my place'? We're about to get married—why are you still keeping things so separate, hmm?"

"Sorry, sir—you yourself said we haven't gotten our marriage certificate yet; strictly speaking, we're still two separate families!"

Chen Wenli's face hardened too, refusing to yield as she retorted.

"That's simple—let's get the certificate tomorrow. Legally formalize our relationship first, so I don't have to hold back!"

As Yao Weimin spoke, he naturally reached out and took Chen Wenli's hand, pulling her toward him.

"Stop! Look where we are—can't you be a little more discreet?" Chen Wenli struggled to pull away; they were just across the street from the research institute, and she truly feared Yao Weimin might do something reckless.

"Alright, no more fooling around—let's hurry. We can buy some vegetables along the way, and pick up something to eat for Hongxia and Hongfang!" Yao Weimin, mindful of possible consequences for Chen Wenli, didn't overstep; he released her hand and spoke gently.

Chen Wenli nodded, and the two mounted their bicycles and headed toward the courtyard house.

By the time they bought the vegetables and entered the courtyard house, neighbors and fellow residents had returned from work, each busy cooking meals; the courtyard was filled with noise and bustle, lively and vibrant.

Passing the front courtyard, they greeted Yan Bogui, then pushed their bicycles onward toward the back courtyard.

"Oh! Weimin, what brings you back today?"

Qin Huaru, in the middle courtyard, was washing cabbage; hearing the sound of the bicycles, she turned around, paused in surprise, then immediately beamed with warm greeting.

"Aunt Qin, busy cooking? Well, today I got off work early, so I figured I'd come home and have dinner with Mom and Dad!"

Yao Weimin responded appropriately, intending to walk on after speaking, but Qin Huaru called out to stop him.

"Why rush off? You haven't introduced this young lady to me yet—isn't this the girl everyone in the courtyard keeps talking about—your girlfriend?"

Qin Huaru had actually met Chen Wenli before—on New Year's Day—but she'd been rushing to inform Sha Zhu, and they hadn't exchanged greetings.

Now seeing Yao Weimin and Chen Wenli, a perfectly matched pair, and thinking of her own family's situation, she felt a sharp pang of sour envy rising inside her.

So she feigned a faint smile and asked knowingly.

"Aunt Qin, nice to meet you—I'm Chen Wenli. I've visited a few times before but never ran into you; today I'm coming home with Weimin for dinner!"

Chen Wenli smiled warmly and responded politely.

"How wonderful! A perfect couple—so enviable, hahaha…" Qin Huaru tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gazing at Chen Wenli's beautiful face, and slowly began to form a plan.

"By the way, Weimin, I've got another question for you—hold on a second!"

Qin Huaru deliberately stepped forward two paces, approaching Yao Weimin closely, and whispered: "Could I borrow the scarf Rain Lines gave you last year? That girl's so skilled—the pattern she knitted is my favorite; I want to study it and copy it!"

Though she leaned close to Yao Weimin, she kept her voice just loud enough for Chen Wenli beside her to faintly hear; after speaking with a smile, she waited for his reply.