Chapter 329

Zhang Ping'an replenished the empty freezer supplies again, told Qian Dahu about the general development trends for the future, and only then drove away in his new car.

Jia Youwei's technique had improved further; whether in terms of handling or road grip, the current sedan absolutely crushed the van.

It was nearly noon by the time he returned to the villa. Jia Youwei had also sent over the things for Lao Jia, along with a shareholder certificate, which was proof of Zhang Ping'an's shareholding. Zhang Ping'an didn't pay much attention to it and casually handed it to Wang Xiaoling, telling her to put it away safely.

"Ahem, Xiao Ling, I won't be going to see Mom and Dad this time. I'll go when I come back next time."

"Xiao'e, strictly speaking, I should go visit Uncle Lou, but time is really too tight this time. Next time, I'll prepare gifts and accompany you back for a visit."

"Mm, no rush, Brother-in-law."

"Mm, and Mingzhu, I have already reconciled with your father. I will send a gift to your parents every year, so you don't need to worry about their health." Zhang Ping'an immediately told Zhong Mingzhu about his conversation with Zhong Dingbang.

"Mm, okay."

Zhong Mingzhu had also seen the report issued by the Russians, and in her heart, she had wanted to ask about her parents' situation; she hadn't expected Zhang Ping'an to just say it directly.

After finishing lunch and spending a warm moment with his family, Zhang Ping'an went to find Lao Wang.

"Master, hehe."

Lao Wang had now moved to live on the second floor of the medical clinic, and the villa in the Back Courtyard was completely occupied by the Zhang family.

"Hmph, did you go to the eldest's place?"

"No, my time is tight this time. I'll go see Mom and Dad when I come back next time."

Zhang Ping'an hadn't figured out how to face his father-in-law yet, so he would put it off for as long as he could, hoping that by the time he did, the man's anger would have subsided.

How could Lao Wang not understand Zhang Ping'an's thoughts? He glared at him but didn't say anything more.

"Hehe," Zhang Ping'an gave two awkward laughs, and the master and apprentice just read quietly like that. Three hours later, Zhang Ping'an finally put down the medical records and left.

Returning to the Back Courtyard and interacting with the three children for a while, Zhang Ping'an found the three women in the study.

"How are you finding it?"

"Brother-in-law, these things are all very novel, but I think the feasibility is very high, especially this Hunger Marketing."

Lou Xiaoe was indeed a Capitalist by background; her business acumen was unique, and she grasped the key point at a glance.

"Not bad," Zhang Ping'an nodded in approval.

Hunger Marketing only began to appear in the late nineties; for the current time, it would undoubtedly be a very good sales strategy.

Moreover, the two items Zhang Ping'an brought out, aimed at men and women respectively, were things they could not refuse.

"However, it's still too early to talk about this. Let's get the venue and facilities sorted out first. You three split up the work."

"Xiao'e, you are responsible for the general direction and marketing; Xiao Ling, you are responsible for logistics and raw material procurement; Mingzhu, you are responsible for administration and Personnel."

"No problem, Brother-in-law." Lou Xiaoe patted her chest, making it jiggle.

"Ahem, take it easy."

"Alright, the business is done, and it's about time, so I should head back."

Zhang Ping'an hugged the three women gently, went downstairs to tease the three children for a bit, and then drove out.

It was past six o'clock now, and it wasn't dark yet. Zhang Ping'an filled the car with gas and bought two more barrels as backup, then took a slow, leisurely drive around Xiangjiang on his way.

The current Xiangjiang wasn't much different from the metropolises of his past life; the only thing was that it was a bit more retro.

At seven o'clock, when it got dark, Zhang Ping'an snuck back to the small fishing village, drove at full speed, and returned to the procurement point at nine o'clock.

Three days later, in the evening, Zhang Ping'an and his group appeared at the Sijiucheng train station.

"Everyone, go home first. Don't forget to go to work tomorrow morning."

"Alright!" They all agreed, picked up their packages, and headed home in high spirits. Zhang Ping'an also hailed a pedicab directly to go home.

When Zhang Ping'an arrived at the entrance of the Siheyuan, it was just the time people were getting off work. After greeting everyone one by one, he went to his house with San Jie Fu, Lao Jia.

Upon learning that Zhang Ping'an had gone to Pengcheng for procurement, Lao Jia roughly guessed that there was news about Jia Youwei again.

"Is this Youwei's child?"

"That's right, a mixed-race child. The other one is also pregnant, and she'll probably give birth soon too."

"Good, good, good. This little foreigner is actually quite good-looking."

Lao Jia had seen foreigners before; back when the Russians were providing aid, several came with full beards, and each one had a build like a bear.

He had heard that Russian women's prime years were short, but Jia Youwei's two wives were both Russian, and looking at them, Zhang Ping'an didn't see much difference.

He didn't know if they had learned martial arts from Jia Youwei or if their dietary habits had changed, but in any case, those twins remained slim.

"Is this foreign money?" Lao Jia reached the end and pulled out a stack of US dollars, estimated to be around ten thousand.

"Yes, from the Beautiful Country. One can be exchanged for over two of ours, but it can't be spent openly for now, so you must hide it well."

Zhang Ping'an hadn't expected Jia Youwei to give Lao Jia money at this time, but Lao Jia was tight-lipped, so there was no need to worry.

"Oh, oh, okay."

After reading the letter, Lao Jia finally understood the purpose of Jia Youwei's money: it was a wedding gift for his nephew, niece, and grand-nephew.

"So that's how it is."

Zhang Ping'an nodded in understanding. It was indeed only possible to give money; if goods from Xiangjiang appeared in Sijiucheng and were discovered, it would be even harder to explain. Money, at least, was easy to hide.

"Dad!"

Back home, Zhang Ping'an put down his package and caught Weiguo, who was running toward him. Seeing Zhang Ping'an, Weiguo in the stroller also started kicking and flapping.

"Hey, good son." He picked up Wei'an, then picked up Weiguo and placed him on his lap; the little guy finally settled down.

"These two little monkeys..."

After eating, he left the children for his parents to look after, and Zhang Ping'an played cards with Li Aihua until they stopped after a long while.

"Brother Ping'an, tell me about Xiao Ling."

"You want to know?"

"Mm."

Zhang Ping'an didn't hide anything and told her everything about the situation in Xiangjiang.

"Zhong Mingzhu? Isn't she already..., then the Zhong Family,,"

"They don't know," Zhang Ping'an recounted Zhong Mingzhu's ordeal once more, followed by that of Lou Xiaoe.

"Fine, Lou Xiaoe, I knew she wasn't content; she wanted to snatch him from Sister Xiao Ling back then. Hmph, now she actually dares to snatch a man from me!"

"Next time I see her, I'll definitely make her pay. No, I'm still giving birth; I want my son to beat up her son in the future."

Afterward, regardless of Zhang Ping'an's reaction, she swore to become a female knight.

"......"

Time flashed by to the end of the year again, and Zhang Ping'an began his annual essential tasks; the Sub-bureau still sent the old set of gifts, and he sent them to everyone: Wang Shu, Li Shu, Li Ge, the Xu Family, the Zhong Family, and his father-in-law.

The Rolling Mill also announced the personnel appointments for after the New Year: Cao Guodong retired, Zhu Weiguo succeeded him as Logistics Director to oversee all logistics affairs, and Zhang Ping'an was appointed Logistics Deputy Director in charge of procurement matters.

Zhang Ping'an received another package from Lin Dashan; it turned out that Lin Dashan's wife was confirmed to be pregnant, and these were all to thank Zhang Ping'an, not only for helping him restore his masculine vigor but also for the fact that he now had a child.

Likewise, Zhao Fangyuan also invited Zhang Ping'an to be a guest at his home; he was now completely free to move about, so Zhang Ping'an bought fruit and pastries at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative and went to keep the appointment.

"Ping'an, thanks. I've long wanted to invite you to sit at my home, but you were always away on business, and I didn't want to disturb you. Now that you're free, we must have a good drink together."

"Deal."

During the meal, the two chatted about everything under the sun, and in the end, Zhao Fangyuan even patted his chest with drunken, hazy eyes.

"If you need help in the future, just say the word; I, Zhao Fangyuan, will certainly not refuse. My Zhao Family still has some connections in Sijiucheng."

"Hehe, deal. If I have a need in the future, I won't stand on ceremony with Brother Zhao."

"Hahaha, good."