Chapter 2204: Interest Chain

"What's the rush?" The other party snorted: "Do you know the Woolen Mill?"

As soon as he heard Woolen Mill, Tang Lin pressed the speakerphone and put down the receiver: "I know the Woolen Mill, you continue!"

The other party's voice suddenly rose by eight degrees, and the tone was clearly filled with a thick sense of gossip: "Under the Woolen Mill, there is a Golden Time Woolen Fashion Factory. You must know this too."

Without waiting for Tang Lin to answer, the other party continued impatiently: "The factory director of the Woolen Fashion Factory is called Hong Jinyan. She's almost fifty years old, but she keeps that waistline so well, and she has a big chest and a perky butt, and she's full of flirtatiousness."

Hearing this, Tang Lin immediately understood: "So, Wen Sanmao is this Hong Jinyan's lover?"

"That's right!"

The other party laughed. One could clearly hear in this laughter that this guy's heart was very restless.

"However, Hong Jinyan doesn't just have Wen Sanmao as a lover. According to the situation I understand, there is at least one other man who has an unclear relationship with her."

Tang Lin couldn't help but frown: "Wen Sanmao has quite a few cases on his back. Can Hong Jinyan protect him with just her?"

"Didn't I just say it?" The other party said with dissatisfaction: "Don't keep interrupting, okay? Listen to me finish first."

Tang Lin's mouth twitched slightly: "Alright, alright, I was wrong, please continue, old man."

The other party continued: "Hong Jinyan's other lover is the Director of the State-owned Assets Office and the Secretary of the Woolen Mill, Shi Guoqiang."

Hearing this, Zhou Andong's action of smoking paused, and his head raised slightly.

"Brother, hello, I am Zhou Andong. I know Wen Sanmao has a construction company. Does he have any other businesses?"

"Hmm?" The other party was stunned, then said happily: "Oh, so it's Chairman Zhou. I've long wanted to meet you, but that dog Tang Xiaoer always says you are busy and have no time."

"I am indeed quite busy. I just returned to Beijing the night before yesterday." Zhou Andong smiled: "How about this, when you have time, let Tang Lin organize a gathering, and we'll all sit down and have a drink."

The other party hurriedly said: "I have time any day, it depends on you, Chairman Zhou."

"Then let's make it tomorrow noon." Zhou Andong pondered: "Let Tang Lin find a place, and I'll notify you then."

"No problem!" The other party agreed without hesitation, and without waiting for Zhou Andong to ask again, he took the initiative to say: "Wen Sanmao's construction company is just a small-time operation. His main source of wealth comes from Xiushui Street. This guy has monopolized the supply channels for clothing and electronic products on Xiushui Street."

"As long as you are selling clothing and electronic products on Xiushui Street, you must get your stock from him. In addition, wholesalers outside who want to distribute goods on Xiushui Street must also get his consent, and then they have to pay him tax. So, the merchants on Xiushui Street call him the underground tax bureau chief."

"Thank you, brother!" Zhou Andong thanked him.

The other party hurriedly said: "Don't be polite, we are all our own brothers, such a small matter is nothing."

"Alright, that's it!" Without waiting for the other party to speak again, Tang Lin hung up the phone.

Zhou Andong leaned against the sofa, smoking silently. He suddenly remembered something his eldest sister-in-law mentioned during a dinner with Xiao Bei's father-in-law's family.

That was, before Hong Jinyan was transferred to the fashion factory, the performance was in its prime and flourishing. However, since she arrived, in three years, the situation had plummeted, and the performance had dropped off a cliff.

Especially the sales of woolen clothing were getting worse and worse. But what was surprising was that even though the sales situation was so unbearable, the production of woolen clothing had never stopped.

Thus, at the end of every quarter, a large amount of accumulated woolen clothing would be processed and sold at half price or even two or three discounts. This approach was clearly extremely unreasonable. Because the more you produce, the more you lose.

And there was a more critical problem here: what kind of channels and methods were used to process those low-priced woolen clothes, who were the people receiving this batch of clothes, and where did these goods finally flow?

If Wen Sanmao was really Hong Jinyan's lover, then, is it possible that there was an interest transfer between this woman and Wen Sanmao?

That is to say, those so-called inventory woolen clothes were all processed at a low price to Wen Sanmao, and finally entered Xiushui Street.

Zhou Andong took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand. In the swirling smoke, his eyes became increasingly profound.

If there was indeed an interest transfer relationship between Hong Jinyan and Wen Sanmao, then this woman's other lover—factory secretary Shi Guoqiang—would definitely not be able to stay out of it and would inevitably be involved.

You must know that every quarter, the factory would process a huge amount of so-called inventory goods at a low price. If there wasn't a factory leader secretly nodding and acquiescing, how could such a thing be done?

And the people hidden behind this complex interest chain were probably far more than just Shi Guoqiang. Perhaps, what was involved here was a group of people.

Otherwise, how could someone like Wen Sanmao, who was notorious and carried quite a few cases, still live freely and comfortably?

"Big Brother, it's time to eat."

Just when Zhou Andong was wandering outside, the fourth child pushed the door open, stood outside and shouted, then ran away with a whoosh.

Zhou Andong came back to his senses, stood up and stretched, greeted Tang Lin and Huang Yong, and went out together.

At this time, Zhang Zuo came over from behind holding Su Su, and he was holding a piece of ice cream in his hand. The two were extremely intimate, licking the ice cream one bite after another, looking very happy.

Zhou Andong said with disgust: "Su Su, is his saliva dirty? You are eating the ice cream he ate."

"What do you mean my saliva is dirty." Zhang Zuo glared at Zhou Andong with great dissatisfaction: "Are you speaking human language?"

Su Su twisted her small body, tried hard to open her arms, and shouted in a milky voice: "Daddy!"

Seeing this, Zhou Andong hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Su Su over: "We won't eat his saliva, Daddy will hold you to eat."

"Stinky girl!"

Zhang Zuo glared at the little girl lying on Zhou Andong's shoulder and said, pretending to be angry.

"You little white-eyed wolf, I just bought you so many delicious things, and you abandoned me so quickly. Hmph, I won't buy them for you next time."

"Big Uncle Zuo, I still like you." Su Su grinned, revealing two white little front teeth: "Daddy hold me to eat."

The little girl meant: Big Uncle Zuo, I still like you, Daddy is just holding me to eat.

"Big Uncle Zuo!" Tang Lin laughed loudly: "Our little Su Su describes it really vividly. Look at how fat you've become recently, that face is round."

Dazuo rolled his eyes: "That's because I was too thin before. Look at you again, your face is bigger than mine."

Tang Lin didn't speak, just laughed, making Zhang Zuo grit his teeth.

Compared to before, Zhang Zuo was indeed fatter, but as a man, his current figure was considered normal.

Entering the dining room, Zhou Anqin and the others were already there. Seeing Zhou Andong, Gao Xue and the others stood up.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother!"

"..."

"At home, don't be so polite." Zhou Andong waved his hand with a smile and let them sit down: "Eat, eat whatever you like. If you are still polite at home, sorry, don't blame me if you go hungry."

Gao Xue laughed: "I won't be polite."

Huang Yu said in Sichuan-flavored Mandarin: "I won't be polite either."

"That's right, don't be polite." Old Comrade Zhou came in with a crutch. He liked these classmates of his daughter from the bottom of his heart: "You guys just treat this as your own home, don't be polite at all."

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

"Auntie!"

"..."

Gao Xue and the others stood up again to greet Old Zhou and Yuan Liying who came in behind.

"Alright, alright!" Yuan Liying said with a smile: "Just finished saying, let you treat this as your own home, and you guys acted like you didn't hear it."

Several little girls laughed, and Zhou Anqin said helplessly: "Hurry up and sit down to eat, I'm hungry."

"Eat, eat!" Zhou Andong shouted.

The Zhou family had added people, and the dinner was very rich. There was fish, meat, and quite a lot of seafood.

After eating, Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo took out the gifts carefully prepared for Su Su and Xiao Zhou Yu. They were very solid: one kilogram of gold bricks each!

When these two guys took them out, they almost blinded Zhou Andong. To tell the truth, he had lived two lives, and apart from movies and TV shows, he had really never seen so much gold in reality.

And the front of each gold brick was engraved with exquisite patterns, which were the zodiac signs of Su Su and Zhou Yu respectively. The back of the gold brick was engraved with the names of Su Su and Zhou Yu and their birth dates.

"This was found by us, we owed quite a few favors, and got it done overnight." Zhang Zuo said triumphantly: "When Su Su and Xiao Zhou Yu grow up and get married, with these gold bricks as dowry, you, the father, don't even need to prepare any dowry."

Zhou Andong reached out and picked up one of the gold bricks, looking at it carefully: "How much is gold per gram now?"

Tang Lin smiled and said: "Gold bricks are seventy-eight, I bought gold jewelry last month for ninety-five."

"Seventy-eight per gram..." Zhou Andong weighed the gold brick in his hand, feeling its heavy weight: "One kilogram is seventy-eight thousand!"

"It's two kilograms!" However, at this time, Zhang Zuo corrected: "One kilogram each, I spent one hundred and fifty-six thousand!"

Zhou Andong laughed: "I thank you two uncles on behalf of my daughter."

The three stood at the main gate and chatted for a while. Seeing that the time was about right, Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo got into the car.

Zhou Andong leaned on the roof of the car and said to Tang Lin in the car: "Come over early tomorrow and go to Xiushui Street with me."

"Okay!" Tang Lin nodded. He didn't ask what for, but he could guess that it must be related to Wen Sanmao.

Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo left. At this time, Zhou Anqin and the others also came out.

"Brother, we're going back to school."

Zhou Andong looked at the time: "Stay at home for one night, I'll have someone send you back to school tomorrow morning."

"No!" Zhou Anqin said: "We didn't ask for leave, we must go back tonight."

"Alright!" Zhou Andong shouted: "Huang Yong, Zhang An!"

"Here!" Huang Yong and Zhang An ran out from the courtyard: "You drive and send them back to school."

"Yes!" Zhang An ran to drive. He was in the same group as Huang Yong and was responsible for Zhou Anqin's safety.

Zhou Andong said to Zhou Anqin and Gao Xue and the others: "These few days, don't leave the school. If there is something that must be done outside, call me."

"Understood!" Zhou Anqin nodded.

Zhang An drove the car over. It had already been changed to a commercial vehicle. After Zhou Anqin and the others got into the car, Huang Yong opened the passenger door and got in.

Seeing Zhou Anqin and the others leave, Zhou Andong carried two black bags back to the back building, entered the room, and saw An Jing accompanying Jian Qiu eating.

"I didn't see you in the dining room just now, I thought you had left."

An Jing rolled her eyes at Zhou Andong, packed up the finished food, and carried it out.

"I'm not coming back, going straight home."

Jian Qiu said: "Drive slowly on the road."

"Understood!" An Jing walked out of the room without looking back.

Jian Qiu looked at the black bag Zhou Andong was carrying: "What's inside, it looks quite heavy."

Zhou Andong put the bag on the bed and unzipped it: "See for yourself."

Jian Qiu stretched her neck and looked, instantly widening her eyes: "Why so much gold?"

Zhou Andong couldn't help but laugh, took out two gold bricks and put them in Jian Qiu's hand: "Take a look!"

Jian Qiu held the gold bricks, which had zodiac signs and the names and birth dates of the two children: "You asked someone to make them?"

"How would I have the leisure?" Zhou Andong said with great emotion: "It's a gift from Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo to the children. Although it's a bit vulgar, I have to say, this thing is the most solid."

Jian Qiu also laughed: "Indeed, if one day our family goes bankrupt, with this gold, as long as the two children don't spend money randomly, they won't starve to death if they are frugal."

"Since you mentioned this, I think it's not bad for us to save gold for the children every year." Zhou Andong put the two gold bricks into the bag: "Heaven has unpredictable winds and clouds. In case we really go bankrupt, there is a way out."

Then, the couple started discussing how much gold to save every year. Starting from one kilogram, it rose to one hundred kilograms, until the end, they didn't discuss a result. It was mainly because Zhou Andong was too excessive, actually saying to hoard one ton every year.

At night, Zhou Andong took out manuscript paper and started writing the sketch "Work-Study Adventure." This sketch was too classic; he had seen it more than once. And those classic lines, even when shopping, could be heard in someone's mouth.

So, he finished writing in less than two hours, and then started checking it carefully again and again, trying not to make mistakes.

"What are you writing, writing for such a long time?" Jian Qiu came behind him, leaned on his shoulder, and stretched her head to look.

Zhou Andong slowly raised his hand, shaking his somewhat sore neck lightly: "I'm writing a sketch manuscript."

Jian Qiu pressed Zhou Andong's shoulder with her hand, but her eyes looked at the manuscript full of fonts with great surprise.

"You can actually write sketches?"

"Looking down on who?" Zhou Andong looked very enjoyable, Jian Qiu pressed him very comfortably: "I can tell you, if this sketch goes on the Spring Festival Gala, it will definitely explode."

Jian Qiu leaned on Zhou Andong's shoulder, stretched out her arm, took the manuscript, and started reading it seriously.

After about five minutes.

"Can it be said so." Zhou Andong nodded: "What do you think?"

Jian Qiu blinked: "Let me tell the truth?"

"Of course!" Zhou Andong grabbed Jian Qiu's hand, kneading and playing with it gently: "As a famous writer and screenwriter, one must seek truth from facts."

"You, a famous writer? I think you're more like a 'sitter'." Jian Qiu curled her lips and mocked: "I remember, last year on the way to Grandma's house, you also talked to Xiao Qin about writing a novel, but in the end, you only wrote a name, and then there was no follow-up."

"Did I say that?" How could Zhou Andong admit it: "You must have remembered wrong. I definitely didn't say such words. If I said it, I would definitely write it."

Jian Qiu rolled her eyes at him: "To tell the truth, this sketch, apart from some lines that are considered a bit fresh, I really don't think it's that funny."

Zhou Andong looked up at the clock on the wall and found that the hour hand had quietly pointed to past nine o'clock at night.

"Pen and ink are just a carrier for thoughts and emotions. It is like a bridge, connecting the hearts of the author and the audience."

"And to truly give the work a soul and display its unique charm to the fullest, it still requires the performance of those excellent actors."

"Only through the superb acting skills of the actors can these words be vividly presented on the stage, bringing endless joy and emotion to the audience."

"You are right, you have reason." Jian Qiu put the manuscript on the table: "I'm sleepy, are you going to sleep?"

"Sleep!" Zhou Andong stood up, and the two went back to the room together.

The next day, just past seven o'clock, Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo came. When Zhou Andong got up, these two guys were eating breakfast in the dining room.

"So early!"

Zhou Andong entered the dining room yawning. The child cried twice last night. Jian Qiu got up to breastfeed, he changed the child's diaper once, and didn't sleep well all night.

Just now he said to find a nanny to take care of the child, but Jian Qiu kicked him out of bed without hesitation. If it's your own child, you have to take care of it yourself. Only in this way can you cultivate feelings. What nanny to find.

After breakfast, it was already eight o'clock. Zhou Andong, Tang Lin, and Zhang Zuo were just about to get into the car to go to Xiushui Street when Gu Bing came.

"Where are you guys going?" Gu Bing got out of the car with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

"We're going to Xiushui Street." Zhang Zuo asked: "Gu Balian, are you going?"

Gu Bing turned around and took a steel pipe from the trunk, pointing at Zhang Zuo and saying: "Zhang Shazi, you call me Gu Balian one more time and let me hear it."

"Look at you." Zhang Zuo raised his arm, used his finger to push the steel pipe in front of him aside: "Just joking, why are you getting angry. If you don't want to hear it, I'll call you brother in the future."

Gu Bing snorted, threw the steel pipe into the car, and got into Zhou Andong's car.

"What are you guys going to Xiushui Street for?"

Zhou Andong told the story of Wen Sanmao: "If Hong Jinyan and Wen Sanmao have an interest transfer, those low-priced processed clothes must have flowed into Xiushui Street." ===== CHAPTER 2205 =====