Chapter 210: 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 asleep.

After informing Wang Bing, Yao Weimin returned to the second floor of the marketplace, drenched in sweat, and handed Su Peide the letter, its envelope burned through with several 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 without delay and arrest them immediately!"

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; passing Yao Weimin, he turned back slowly and revealed a faint smile of approval: "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 the 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, and how to interrogate him afterward was no concern of Yao Weimin's.

Yao Weimin also no longer paid 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 Monkey opened his eyes, he leapt off the chair—his mind still trapped in the earlier scene of flames filling the room, and at the very end, a faint 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 house—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 Beiping anymore. You need to go into hiding outside."

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

"Good. Tomorrow I'll buy 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!"

Monkey declared firmly, tears welling in his eyes.

"Yes, sending you south is indeed for a task I need you to handle." Yao Weimin's expression turned serious: "When you arrive in Guangzhou, settle down first. I'll tell you your next mission when I come to find you."

"Yes!" Monkey nodded firmly, his expression resolute.

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

Monkey felt even more moved—he knew his second brother had risked great danger and expended enormous effort to rescue him, and he vowed inwardly to repay this rebirth-grace forever.

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

Monkey had also risen early; troubled in mind, he couldn't sleep, and respectfully came to the outer room to wait for Yao Weimin's instructions.

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

Monkey was too moved to speak; he silently stuffed the money into his pocket. He knew that if his second brother gave him money, he had to accept it—any further politeness would seem false.

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

In this era, train tickets weren't name-based—anyone with money could buy one. Yao Weimin watched until Monkey bought his ticket and entered the station; only after Monkey waved from afar did Yao Weimin turn, exit the station, and mount his bicycle toward the procurement station.

On the way, Yao Weimin pondered his next plan: with Hua Li in the northeast and 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 Beiping, 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 generate massive wealth for him continuously.

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 wealth—enough to lie low for ten years, then soar!

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 Monkey's incidents occurred, delaying everything. Now that their affairs were settled, 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 watching Yao Weimin: "My old man stayed out all night. When he came back this morning, he was still buzzing with excitement. I wondered what could've made him so thrilled—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, imitating his father's tone: He'd praised how many big fish they'd caught—almost uprooted entirely, wiping out entire organized criminal networks!

At the end, Su Jianjun sounded resentful: "My old man was thrilled, but also weirdly annoyed—he gave me a scolding first thing this morning. Said something like, 'You're young too, but you can't even hold shoes for capable youths. You should learn from your 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!"

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

"Did he say how they'd deal with those arrested?" Yao Weimin asked curiously.

"Obviously, interrogation! First, chili water, tiger bench—then iron branding, electric shocks. The heavy dishes are guaranteed to be plentiful—just see how long they can hold out!" Su Jianjun spoke irreverently, exaggerating with a fearsome 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 endorses 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—plenty to do. No more idle chatter."

"Hey Weimin, Yuejin asked for you again yesterday—free tonight? Grab a drink?" Su Jianjun called out from behind.

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

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"Damn, 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 moodily 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 did exist, but most rarely bought it at the supply and marketing cooperative; 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 see 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 talk about work."

"..." 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 go back to the station to continue with interrogations, so I won't be joining 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, Su Peide offered a rare gentle smile.

"Haha… sit, sit quickly!" Su Peide laughed, gesturing warmly to the chair beside him.

"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, haha…" Su Peide remarked with amusement.

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 as he mostly listened to Su Peide speak.

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 exact 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 here and signaled that Yao Weimin could leave first.

Leaving the restaurant, it was already past eight at night. Yao Weimin did not go to see Chen Wenli; he returned directly to his courtyard, drank tea, and waited for Gangzi to come 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, right? 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.

"I haven't been back to the siheyuan in a long time—let's eat at my place tonight." Yao Weimin thought for a moment and said, then 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 the certificate yet; strictly speaking, we're still two different families!"

Chen Wenli's face hardened too, retorting without yielding.

"That's easy—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 grabbed Chen Wenli's hand and pulled 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 institute, and she truly feared Yao Weimin might act recklessly.

"Alright, no more fooling around—let's hurry. Let's buy some vegetables on the way, and get something to eat for Hongxia and Hongfang too!" 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 siheyuan.

By the time they bought the vegetables and entered the siheyuan, neighbors and street residents had returned from work, each busy cooking meals; the courtyard was filled with noise, lively and bustling.

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 and froze for a moment, then immediately forced a warm smile and greeted them enthusiastically.

"Auntie Qin, busy cooking? Well, today my unit got off early, so I thought 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 girl to me yet—isn't this the girl everyone in the courtyard keeps talking about—your girlfriend?"

Qin Huaru had actually seen 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 handsome man and a beautiful woman, perfectly matched—and thinking of her own household situation, she felt a sharp pang of sour envy rising inside her.

So she feigned a faint smile and asked, pretending not to know.

"Auntie Qin, nice to meet you. I'm Chen Wenli. I've come by a few times before but never met you—today I'm coming home with Weimin for dinner!"

Chen Wenli smiled warmly and spoke politely.

"How wonderful! A perfect pair—so enviable, haha…" Qin Huaru tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gazing at Chen Wenli's lovely face; slowly, a plan began forming in her mind.

"By the way, Weimin, I've got another question for you—wait a moment!"

Qin Huaru deliberately took two steps forward, 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 copy it!"

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