Chapter 332: Five Years 3.0

A few years ago, there was only one security company in Xiangjiang, and it was only in the last two years that more appeared; Qian Dahu had also failed to pass the security company registration application for the past two years.

This year, the final approval was finally completed; by this time, the base had already expanded once, and there were already nearly nine hundred people inside.

Now, there are nearly five hundred people in the training grounds who are security forces, and over a hundred people have already entered universities for advanced studies, learning finance and accounting, business administration, personnel management, law, finance, and design; these will all be the backbone of the company in the future.

The rest are all half-grown children adopted in the last two years, currently still in learning and training.

"Qian Dahu, go and register three more companies: real estate, a supporting property management company, and a clothing company. Let's build the basic framework first so we won't be in a rush once things get going later."

"Very well, Master."

"Mm, go out and register them first."

Zhang Ping'an kept his head down, writing and drawing; thanks to his drawing skills from his past life and his formidable memory, Zhang Ping'an quickly recorded some popular clothing designs from his past life.

Combining them with the marks of this era, Zhang Ping'an tinkered for a while, and soon, dozens of clothing design sketches with distinct styles appeared on the paper.

Zhang Ping'an looked at his masterpieces with satisfaction; if he could build the clothing factory before the end of this year and launch into the market next year, he believed it would be like a veteran player crushing newbies in a starter village.

Three years—there are still three years left, and then he can march into the Mainland. He must go over to invest in real estate at the very first opportunity and snatch a piece of meat from the mouths of those big sharks.

Right now, the pharmaceutical factory's account only has a cold three hundred million USD, which is completely insufficient for future investments; it is time to speed up the pace, which is also the reason why Zhang Ping'an wants to quickly establish the clothing factory.

Returning to his villa, the medical clinic in the Front Courtyard remained the same, except that it was the younger generation practicing medicine and treating illnesses.

According to Zhang Ping'an's requirements, every pharmacy needs a Traditional Chinese Medicine apprentice to hold the fort, so among the orphans currently adopted, Traditional Chinese Medicine apprentices are selected with priority, with two senior apprentices giving lessons every week to cultivate Traditional Chinese Medicine talent as quickly as possible.

He does not require them to be able to treat major illnesses; understanding basic colds, bruises and fractures, and wound dressing is enough.

Zhong Mingzhu and Wang Xiaoling have also withdrawn from the management of the pharmaceutical factory; compared to corporate management, they prefer being teachers and cultivating talent.

"How have things been lately? Have you discovered any good seedlings?"

"Mm, there are fifteen or sixteen with quite good talent; we can try to focus on cultivating them."

"I have even more on my side; as long as they are willing to learn, they can finish their apprenticeship within three to five years," said Zhong Mingzhu.

Compared to Traditional Chinese Medicine, Western medicine is much simpler; it is all cultivated through standardized processes, and since what Zhong Mingzhu teaches is all practical knowledge, followed by hands-on practice, it is very easy to get started.

"Mm, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Ping'an is completely a hands-off Shopkeeper; he is only responsible for outlining the syllabus for what needs to be done, while the execution is all done by his three virtuous helpers.

At night, Zhang Ping'an snuck back to Pengcheng, speeding all the way, and returned to the procurement point after seven in the evening.

The movements in the Mainland are also nearing their end, and the tight string in Zhang Ping'an's heart has relaxed quite a bit; he will wait another five or six years to take unpaid leave and officially enter the business world.

"Factory Director, the mission was completed successfully."

"Hahaha, good, good, thank you for your hard work. Take a day off tomorrow."

Li Huaide has been eating and drinking well at the factory all these years, and he has gained quite a bit of weight, but since he often drinks Wild Honey, his figure is still within a controllable range.

"Ping'an, do you have that kind of weight-loss medicine? Sometimes I don't even have the strength for it at night."

"……"

The relationship between the two has grown closer over these years, and Li Huaide speaks without any reservations.

However, this is not an illness for Li Huaide; it is something he ate his way into through gluttony. It is already quite remarkable that Wild Honey and tea can scrape away most of his fat.

"Ahem, you should eat less or exercise more. I can also give you acupuncture to reduce your appetite."

"That works, find some time to give me a couple of needles."

Actually, Li Huaide's figure is still okay; he is considered averagely fat among the Cadres, just with a slightly larger belly. But because Zhang Ping'an is always loitering in front of him, he feels uncomfortable when he compares himself.

Zhang Ping'an, who is forty-one this year (actually thirty-nine), still has the appearance and figure of a twenty-eight or twenty-nine-year-old, only his temperament has become increasingly mature and reserved.

Li Huaide also looks at his own figure with disdain, but he just cannot control his mouth; he gets impulsive when he sees delicious food. According to his own words, it is because life was too bitter in the past that he has such retaliatory eating habits now.

Of course, he also knows that this is the result of Zhang Ping'an exercising for decades as if it were one day; this is something he cannot do, and he cannot envy it either.

"Okay."

For the next two months, Zhang Ping'an would stick two needles in Li Huaide's chest every few days, sometimes also giving him a massage.

His desire for delicious food did indeed decrease a lot, and he gradually slimmed down, especially his belly; now, when Li Huaide looks down, he can even see his "little brother."

"Hehe, Lijuan, I'm coming."

Having drunk Tiger Penis Wine at night, Li Huaide's sexual interest increased greatly, and now that he was thinner, his strength was naturally sufficient.

"Old Li..."

The next morning, Zhang Ping'an saw Li Huaide looking slightly listless; it was clear he had overexerted himself in the battle last night.

"Factory Director, you must practice moderation."

Li Huaide is exactly fifty years old this year; even with the help of Zhang Ping'an's Medicinal Wine, it is not suitable for him to overexert himself multiple times at night at his age.

"Ahem, I got carried away and couldn't help myself. Ping'an, quickly prescribe me some medicine to replenish my strength."

"……"

"Done."

Li Huaide has shown him much care over the years, so Zhang Ping'an did not skimp; he used medicinal herbs from his space to boil a pot of medicinal soup, which nourishes yin and tonifies the kidneys, suitable for most friends who suffer from kidney deficiency.

At ten o'clock, Li Huaide drank the medicinal soup; after one bowl, the exhaustion in his whole body dissipated quite a bit, and after taking a nap at noon, he felt he was capable again.

"Factory Director, be cautious. You must drink the medicine for the next seven days; during this period, don't do 'that'."

"Done, I'll listen to you."

At the end of the year, Zhang Ping'an received packages from Zhang Yadong and Lin Dashan again; inside, besides local seasonal specialties, there were five hundred yuan.

Now both of them have an extra son; for the past few years, they have almost always done this during every holiday, firstly to thank Zhang Ping'an, and secondly to request to buy Tiger Bone and Tiger Penis Wine.

Zhang Ping'an did not know at this time that Lin Dashan was already a Factory Director; it was precisely after gifting Tiger Penis Wine during social interactions that he was able to enter the department.

"Donglai, this is for Tongwei's family; take it back while you're at it."

"Very well, Uncle."

The Yi Jiabao siblings return every year during holidays to pay respects to their parents, and Donglai and Dongzi always go along; this is how Zhang Ping'an has maintained his relationship with his godson's family.

Of course, if Zhang Ping'an happens to pass through Handong while on a procurement trip, he will also go to Qi Family Village to see his godson.

Yi Jiabao now has two sons, the eldest son Yi Xuezhi and the second son Qi Xueming, and he has also fulfilled the promise he made to his parents back then.

Yi Zhonghai did not oppose this; on the contrary, he was very supportive. He could well understand the sorrow of having no descendants, and since they were all being raised in his own home and both called him grandfather, he had no reason to object.

San Jie Fu, Lao Jia, is already sixty-three years old this year and will retire in another two years. In fact, according to current policies, Lao Jia and the others are classified as heavy manual laborers and could have retired at fifty-five.

However, Senior Workers are rare, and there are generally relevant policies encouraging delayed retirement; just like Yi Zhonghai in the show, he also retired at around sixty-five.