Chapter 107

In the restaurant, as usual, they ordered a table of dishes, and Wang Yan and Wang Dashan's family of three ate, drank, and talked happily.

Wang Yan picked up a chopstick of vegetables and said: "Currently, our funds are insufficient. It's impossible to have big moves. We still have to accumulate step by step. It just so happens that the goods I stocked up last time are almost sold out. In the next two days, you two find a storefront, and we will rent another one. There are still more than two months before the New Year, and the business will definitely be good during this period. I will run to Pengcheng a few more times."

"In addition, I have designed a few short-sleeved shirts. When the time comes, find a factory to process them and stock up on more goods. The money earned before the New Year will be counted as a deposit. After the New Year, when the weather warms up, we will definitely make a big profit. It will be absolutely enough to build a factory." Seeing Luo Yuzhu's suspicious eyes, Wang Yan drank a sip of wine: "When you look at the design drafts I drew later, you will know. It's absolutely no problem."

Wang Dashan didn't know much about these things, didn't talk nonsense, and listened carefully while eating.

Seeing that Wang Yan was sure and didn't say anything cool, Luo Yuzhu pondered: "What factory do you plan to build in the first step?"

"Clothing factory. This doesn't have high requirements for technology. We will make clothes, hats, shoes, and pants, and first establish the brand."

"Did you design all these?"

Wang Yan nodded: "Of course, absolutely novel."

Feeding her son a chopstick of vegetables, Luo Yuzhu didn't say anything. If it was really as Wang Yan said, earning money was certain. She had sold clothes and knew how much profit there was, not to mention that they were producing it themselves. Although it was inevitable to be imitated, the name established in the first wave was the real long-term benefit.

Wang Dashan asked strangely: "When did you learn to design clothes? Why don't I know?"

"Don't you know that a true master doesn't show his face? This is just the beginning. I know a lot. Come, let's have a drink." As he spoke, he raised his wine glass and clinked it with Wang Dashan.

How could he design clothes? It was just that he had LV1 drawing skills and could draw what he had seen in a decent way. Whether it looked good or not was not important; it was just that meaning, and it was enough to understand. In such a rapidly changing era, because people were eager for new things, he didn't have to be too ahead. As long as it was two or three years ahead, it would be an absolute hit, and he wouldn't have to worry about selling it at all. It was a complete seller's market.

The next morning, in the shop in Qiancheng, Wang Yan talked about the pictures and explained to the focused Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu what the things he drew would look like when they were truly presented. Looking at their dark circles, one knew that they definitely didn't sleep well yesterday, struggling with their reckless decisions and feeling uneasy about the uncertain future.

Wang Dashan looked at the drawings in his hands in a daze: "I didn't expect it, Wang Yan, you are really quite professional and quite decent. Not worse than those... clothing designers."

"It's true. With this skill, plus the plan you said, we really took advantage of you." Patting away her son's dirty hands, Luo Yuzhu laughed.

She had never seen what a real design drawing looked like. Anyway, according to her intuition, there was no problem at all, and it would definitely sell well. She didn't hold much hope, otherwise, why wouldn't she sleep well?

How big is Wang the person's face? He admitted everything: "I said it, a true master doesn't show his face. Now you believe me, right? As for whether it's taking advantage or not, don't say it in the future. Things that everyone has discussed and decided, it's willing, so saying those things makes it distant."

Luo Yuzhu smiled and didn't speak. Wang Dashan looked at Wang Yan sincerely: "Wang Yan... thank you..."

"Alright, you're making it even more distant," Wang Yan waved his hand: "This is left to you, I'm leaving."

"Pay attention to safety, waiting for your return."

Wang Yan went south to Pengcheng, and the couple got up to see him off.

In the following period, Wang Yan traveled between Jiangxi and Pengcheng, accumulating wealth bit by bit. He registered the familiar Long Teng Group, and he and Wang Dashan's family each had half of the shares. Immediately after, various subsidiaries and trademarks were registered under it, clothing, department stores, real estate, electronics, internet, and his old profession, logistics, etc., a series of companies starting with Long Teng. There were also those famous brands abroad, basically all registered trademarks. It could disgust people, and maybe it could knock out some benefits. It was a matter of convenience, so why not do it?

Looking at the wealth that was more than one day a day on the account, Luo Yuzhu was okay, but Wang Dashan was red-eyed after suddenly getting rich. He regretted slapping himself in the mouth. If he had come out with Luo Yuzhu earlier, wouldn't he have earned more?

It's not that people don't work hard, it's not that they don't make progress, it's just that many times people can't see the direction and don't have a clear goal. Visible benefits are the best driving force for one's own progress, just like Wang Yan in the beginning. When the system father first came, he was really doing his best to absorb nutrition to strengthen himself. He insisted on this for many years, and he developed the habit, the habit of growth, the habit of progress.

Wang Dashan is no exception.

Along with the rapidly increasing wealth, everything in front of him was moving forward steadily according to the original plan, and it seemed that he was getting closer and closer to the blueprint drawn by Wang Yan. He couldn't fall behind, he couldn't always rely on Wang Yan's care, and he couldn't rely on his own wife to live his life.

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A person who has been an unknown railway worker for many years is not lacking in perseverance, not to mention the interest-driven. Knowing that Wang Yan reads a lot and knows a lot, he smiled honestly and asked Wang Yan for advice on how to do it to reach the level of him and Luo Yuzhu.

Reaching his level is impossible in this life, and it's enough to be a bit choked in the next life. Wang Yan didn't skimp on pointing out, after all, Qiu Yingying's precedent is in front, as long as it's not stupid, as long as there is an opportunity, it can always be practiced. Wang Yan listed a book list for him, left "listen more, see more, think more," and ignored him. This is enough. With Luo Yuzhu's occasional guidance, plus his own understanding, all aspects will always improve.

April 1990, outside a factory in the suburbs of Hongdu.

"Haha, Boss Luo, no problem, not a single piece is missing, just right."

A man loaded the last bag of things onto the car and turned back to say a word.

Luo Yuzhu shook the stack of money in her hand and laughed: "Boss Song, the money is also just right, not a cent missing."

"Then cooperation is happy, is there anything else? I'll go first?"

"Wait, Boss Song, I have a piece of news to tell you. Today is the last batch. In the future, our company will not ship goods from here. The address is in Qiancheng......... The quality is absolutely only high, not low. When you have time, you can go and take a look. Besides, I tell you, we are going to do our own stores. The more we go back, the less scattered goods we will ship..."

Without thinking, Boss Song laughed: "Must, must, Qiancheng... right? Boss Luo, don't worry, I will go and take a look after this batch of goods is sold."

"Okay, looking forward to our cooperation again, goodbye."

Watching Boss Song walk away, Luo Yuzhu put the money into the crossbody bag and took out a notebook to record it. After doing these things, she wiped the sweat on her forehead, looked at Wang Dashan, who was counting numbers with people not far away, and smiled slightly. Life is really getting more and more hopeful.

Wang Dashan sent off the customer, handed over the water bottle, and said: "Yuzhu, are you tired? Come, drink some water."

Glancing at him, Luo Yuzhu took the water bottle, drank a sip, and threw it back to him: "How can it be tiring to collect money? Really. Let's go, let's go find the factory director to settle the final payment."

Taking the water bottle and following Luo Yuzhu's footsteps, Wang Dashan looked at the short-sleeved shirt with the words "Huaxia" printed on her coat, and then looked down at the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing with the words "Long Teng" printed on it and laughed: "Don't say, this Wang Yan is really capable. Just printing a few words like this, printing some flowery patterns, can sell so hotly."

Luo Yuzhu said: "Alright, look at how happy you are. This time we hit the name of 'Long Teng', it will be even hotter in the future, and you will still be happy. Hurry up, we have been away for two days, and I don't know how our son is."

Shaking his head, Wang Dashan didn't speak and followed.

Settling the final payment with the factory director, under his meaningful eyes, the couple rushed to the train station and sat on the train back to Qiancheng.

Facing the afterglow of the sunset, the two came to a factory in the suburbs of Qiancheng, stood at the door and stared at "Long Teng Clothing" on the wall for a long time before walking in. There is half of them here...

Wang Yan, who was reading quietly in the guard room, heard the movement, got up and took a look, then greeted Wang Xu, who was fascinated by the comic book and didn't want to move, and took him to open the door and walk out.

Seeing his son come out, Luo Yuzhu ran two steps and hugged him: "Son, do you miss Mom?"

Looking at the comic book in his hand: "Miss, also miss Dad. What have you been doing these days?"

"We went to earn money, so we can buy you a lot of comic books to read."

How could Luo Yuzhu not notice that look? She said with annoyance at the moment.

"Really? That's great, Mom." As he spoke, Wang Xu lowered his head and took a bite of Luo Yuzhu: "I want to watch Dragon Ball."

Wang Dashan couldn't bear to see his son suffer, so he hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him from Luo Yuzhu's arms: "Alright, alright, let's go with your uncle to see our own factory." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Wang Yan on the side: "Everything is ready, right, Wang Yan?"

"Ready, just waiting to set off two strings of firecrackers tomorrow. Let's go, let's go and see together."

Wang Yan smiled, led the way, and walked towards the workshop.

Looking at the machines in front of him, one by one workbenches, Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu imagined the figures of busy workers here, and couldn't help but be high-spirited.

Seeing Wang Dashan looking at those machines with heartache, Wang Yan laughed: "These are necessary investments. The chief engineer said that science and technology are the primary productive forces. In the future, we have to recruit talents to research and develop ourselves. That money is spent more and faster."

"I know, it's just that I'm afraid of being poor. Now I don't even dare to think about spending so much money on machines. In the future, we must research and develop ourselves and earn other people's money. This is much faster than selling clothes."

Luo Yuzhu couldn't stand Wang Dashan's riddle-like appearance. Now his willingness to make it bigger and stronger is stronger than hers: "Let's go, let's go, look around. In the future, this will be our base area."

Afterwards, everyone strolled through the entire workshop, and the couple walked out with their son with smiles on their faces, just hoping that tomorrow would come quickly.

"You haven't eaten since you came back from Hongdu, right? Let's go, let's go back to the city and eat something good." Now the housing price is not high. Compared with what they earned, that money is really not much, and they have long moved to the city.

October 1992, Qiancheng, a three-story building with a large area and three sides facing the street.

The first floor facing the street is all clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking through the glass windows, the first thing you see is a row of solid wood tables and chairs in the original color by the window, with a few fathers and mothers sitting scattered with their children reading books. Further inside is a row of shelves full of books. Some people are flipping through this and looking at that, not idle for a moment. Some people are holding a book by the shelf, quietly and with great interest flipping through it.

At a glance, you know that the name of this shop is a bookstore.

On the second floor, Wang Yan sat on a chair by the window on the east side, listening to soft and soothing music, and put down the book in his hand. Turning his head to look at the crowd walking fast with their heads covered outside the window, watching the ripples on the stagnant water on the ground, Wang Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip, carefully tasting the sweetness in his mouth. A feeling of finding quiet in the noise and laughing at the world arose spontaneously.

Since opening the factory, under Wang Yan's instructions, the couple Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu have stepped into raw materials upstream, found relevant professionals to research new materials, and at the same time opened stores in major cities, and expanded new sources of wealth by horizontally expanding the daily department store industry.

And by last year, it was still thanks to the old brother old Su, whom he respected very much, for helping him. This job, he, Wang the person, was really too skilled. After a few tosses, the equipment came out, some technology was obtained, and the money was not earned less, and Long Teng directly raised its head.

Long Teng is basically the big brother of Qiancheng now, and citizens all know such a company. Driving employment, stimulating consumption, and contributing a lot to this city.

At this point, except for controlling the direction, Wang Yan doesn't need to worry. Long Teng has today, all of which are his decisions, proving his correctness with facts. He believes that Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu have numbers in their hearts and will not mess around.

Thinking about it, he simply bought this place, decorated it, and got a bookstore. It's quite good to read books and drink tea when he has nothing to do. He likes it like this.

Collecting his thoughts, Wang Yan drank the tea in the cup and picked up the teapot to refill a cup, only to find that it was empty. Before he got up, a soft hand picked up the teapot, and a gentle voice sounded in his ear: "I'll do it, you just sit."

Looking at the graceful figure walking away, Wang Yan shook his head. This person, you can't be too charming.

This woman's name is Zhao Ruyun, 32 years old this year, a lonely widow. Her parents and husband are all gone, and the property is in her hands. Not far from here, a hotel two streets away is hers...

I remember it was a summer afternoon, Zhao Ruyun pushed the door and came in, and the first thing she saw was Wang Yan quietly drinking tea and reading a book.

Wang Yan also noticed this woman whose beauty and figure were not inferior to stars, and also discovered that the other party had the idea of exploring. And for him, heartbeat is just seeing color and starting intent. So Wang Yan very politely invited her to drink tea, read books, and chat.

After the first pleasant contact, it went back and forth, and the subsequent in-depth contact was logical, not to mention that both sides had the intention to do so. To this day, the two have been sleeping together for almost a month.

Both of them are quite idle. During the day, they read books and drink tea together. If it doesn't work, they go out for a stroll. At night, that's what it is. Anyway, they are all quite comfortable. In Zhao Ruyun's words: much better than my dead ghost husband.

After a while, Zhao Ruyun came back with a teapot, passed by the bookshelf and pulled out a book, refilled the tea for Wang Yan, and poured a cup for herself. Then she shook her hair and sat opposite Wang Yan to read quietly. After talking through, most of the time this is the normal state of the two, silence is better than sound.

At the same time, a man with single eyelids and small eyes, carrying a briefcase, constantly controlling his breathing, walked uneasily towards the small house by the railway that he was unwilling to face, had not let go of, but could not help but want to take a look at.

Whether he loves her is unclear, and he doesn't want to be clear. He just knows, he wants to see that woman well.........

Look... it's enough...