Chapter 619: Divorce

He Yuzhu said, "Xiaohua, the people I recommend to you won't be bad, don't you worry!"

Liu Xiaohua laughed, "How could I not trust you? By the way, get me some meat too! Our factory is barely holding on!"

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Don't you have a supply guarantee? Why do you still need my help?"

Liu Xiaohua shook his head, "Cornmeal buns and thin porridge, sure, you can fill up on water. But after a long time, no one can take it."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "In all these years, you've never asked me for anything. I'll get you some fish. I don't have anything else."

"As long as it's something edible, anything will do." Liu Xiaohua cupped his hands firmly toward He Yuzhu.

After returning home, He Yuzhu checked his space and discovered that after helping this person and that person over the past two years, there wasn't much grain left in storage.

Only a few ponds of various sizes still had a few fish swimming in them.

The factory over there was already on the right track, so he didn't need to keep an eye on it every day.

He decided to go out for a trip and bring back some more fish.

He Yuzhu first arrived at the Beidaihe Hongxing Fishery.

When Ershuan saw him, he said with a mournful face, "Zhuzi, you've finally come. The fish in the breeding farm over there are almost all fished out, and I haven't dared to tell anyone. When the fishing boats go out to sea, without your guidance, they can't bring back much of a catch. My operation here is about to go belly up."

He Yuzhu asked, "Have you told anyone else that the breeding farm is running out of fish?"

"No, I've always been very strict in implementing what you instructed. The people who go to catch fish only go a few times before I make them leave," Ershuan said cautiously.

"Well done!" He Yuzhu patted his shoulder, "I'm going to get fish now. By mid-September, no, early September, you can go to the breeding farm to catch fish."

Ershuan nodded happily.

This time, He Yuzhu went to South Korea again.

It took him five days to fill up all the canteens inside.

But he still felt it wasn't enough, so he spent another 5,000 jin of gold to build a larger pond in his space.

Watching his gold money being spent on digging holes in his space, he really felt a bit of heartache.

This time, He Yuzhu stayed near the coast of South Korea for 10 days and finally filled up all the ponds in his space.

For some reason, he didn't run into a single patrol this time; it was unusually smooth.

He Yuzhu returned to the breeding farm and put more than half of the fish into the breeding farm here.

Seeing this bay crowded with fish again, Ershuan was overjoyed.

He Yuzhu inspected the production of dried fish and salted fish at the factory here before returning to Si Jiu Cheng.

After he returned, he used the steel in his space to build several large compressors.

This time, he used up all the more than three hundred bottles of Freon he had in storage.

In October, he built a 1,000-square-meter cold storage warehouse within the grounds of the Liushi Trading Company in the East Suburb.

With this cold storage, He Yuzhu could take out the fish from his space at any time.

He Yuzhu notified all his connections that they could come here to buy fish at a very cheap price.

On the other hand, he also dumped a large amount of these fish from his space onto the black market.

Last time he suppressed the grain prices on the black market, he had gotten to know quite a few people who did this kind of business there.

He began to summon these people, selling to them at 1 yuan per jin, but their selling price could not exceed 2 yuan.

These people had worked with He Yuzhu before and knew his temper, so they quickly agreed to his demands.

From then on, this cold storage in the East Suburb became the busiest place in the entire city.

A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the black market of Si Jiu Cheng:

Fish were cheaper than rice and flour; no matter which black market you went to, it was 2 yuan per jin, as if they had all agreed on it.

People who originally didn't go to the black market also started running to the black market.

In the courtyard of the Huang Si'er Garment Factory, Yan Jiefang's truck was parked at the workshop entrance, with the rear of the truck facing the open iron gate.

Xiaomei stood by the truck bed, looking up and shouting inside, "Put them down slowly, don't wrinkle them!"

Workers stacked the neatly packed clothes into the truck bed; the outside of the bags was printed with the name of the Lingnan Tractor Factory.

Yan Jiefang jumped down from the driver's cab and leaned in toward Xiaomei, "Sister Xiaomei, I saw Xu Damao yesterday."

Xiaomei was staring at the clothes in the truck bed and responded casually, "Oh?"

"His stepfather was released," Yan Jiefang lowered his voice, "Because of this, he got into a fight with his mother. His mother wanted to bring the man back to live in the Siheyuan, but Xu Damao wouldn't have it, saying the man was a spy and it was shameful to have him at home. Guess what happened? His mother picked up a rolling pin and chased him away after a few hits."

Xiaomei didn't say anything, her eyes still on the truck bed, but her hand movements slowed down.

Yan Jiefang leaned forward half a step, "Sister Xiaomei, he must have gone back to the Qianmen area. Are you... going to take this opportunity to bring up the divorce?"

Xiaomei pursed her lips, and it was a long while before she said, "He's already like this... I find it a bit hard to open my mouth."

"Oh my!" Yan Jiefang was anxious, his voice suddenly rising, "Sister Xiaomei, you told me yourself that you wanted to divorce him as soon as possible! It's been several months now, why are you... do you not want to divorce him anymore?"

Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, I'll go back tonight and bring it up with him."

"I'll be listening outside the courtyard; if he dares to lay a finger on you, I'll go in and beat him up," Yan Jiefang said.

"Can you even beat him? Don't try to be a hero," Xiaomei curled her lip.

Yan Jiefang was still worried and muttered, "I still have to go over and watch; I can't let him bully you."

In the evening, Xiaomei pushed open the familiar courtyard gate and walked in.

She knew in her heart that once she said those words tonight, she might never be able to enter this courtyard again, and she felt a little reluctant. But as soon as she thought of Xu Damao's face, she suppressed the thought that had popped up.

She entered the room.

Xu Damao was lounging on the kang, clutching half a pancake in his hand and eating it vigorously; it was something he had brought back from Xie Guafu in the afternoon.

Hearing the door, he didn't even lift his eyelids, chewing the pancake and mumbling, "Yo, Manager Xiaomei still knows this is your home?"

Xiaomei sat on the edge of the kang and said in a very low voice, "Damao, I have something to tell you."

Xu Damao turned over, facing away from her, and took a bite of the pancake, "Go ahead."

"We've known each other for over ten years, and we've been married for several years now," Xiaomei paused, "I don't want to live like this anymore. Let's get a divorce."

Xu Damao's mouth stopped.

He slowly sat up, turned around, and stared at Xiaomei, suddenly letting out a laugh: "You stinking bitch, when I didn't mind your past and married you back then, did you really think you were someone special? Just because you're a broken Manager, you want to divorce me?"

Xiaomei's tears fell all at once, but she didn't wipe them, suddenly standing up: "In this relationship of ours, what difference does it make whether we divorce or not? You have Xie Guafu on the side, and that widow from the elementary school too; do you think I don't know? This is a new society now, and I want to live with dignity."

Xu Damao's face changed; he pointed at Xiaomei, his finger nearly poking her in the face: "You fucking followed me?"

Xiaomei sneered: "If I didn't follow you, how would I know about all these rotten things you've done?"