Chapter 4: 4 Spatial World and Treating Guests

4 Spatial World and Treating Guests.

"Holy crap, this is awesome. I never expected that I would also have a Spatial World after being reborn."

If it were any other era, having a spatial dimension wouldn't be as good as having something else.

But in the sixties, when everyone is at the same starting line and it will take at least twenty years before any gap emerges, you know how much of a head start having a spatial dimension gives you.

For example, that Yehenala Chen Yaojing, who is known as the richest woman in the country—not only is she the richest woman, but she also "ate the meat of Tang Monk."

How did she build her fortune?

The encyclopedia makes it sound very impressive, but if you look closely, there is nothing there; there is no specific origin for her startup capital, as if the money had always been hers to begin with.

In reality, she bought a large quantity of confiscated precious wood furniture, such as red sandalwood and yellow rosewood, at a low price through the nanny of a high-ranking official.

At the time, she wasn't the only one who saw the value in this furniture, but because of the Great Storm, many people were throwing it away or destroying it before it was too late—who would dare spend money to buy it back?

It was like how many people at the time would smash the antiques passed down by their ancestors and throw them into sewers or trash stations under the cover of darkness.

But Yehenala Chen Yaojing's contrarian move accumulated a massive amount of wealth for her rise.

You have to know that there is less than a year left until the Great Storm, and the Great Storm lasted for a full ten years.

And before Yehenala Chen Yaojing rose to power during those ten years of disaster, I have the Spatial World as my ultimate weapon; so, the Spatial World against ordinary people is like having an advantage of 8 million against 600,000—the advantage is mine!

Of course, the most important thing is that this Spatial World can also grow vegetables and fruits, and raise animals.

In this era of material scarcity, having such a thing is an ultimate weapon.

Zhou Xinyang thought to himself with delight that if he made a fortune, he must invest in the entertainment industry.

Once the reform and opening up arrived, he could be the first to invest in the Four Great Classical Novels.

There are quite a few beauties in the Four Great Classical Novels, and don't look at how they participated in the performances of the Four Great Classical Novels and became popular actors loved by the people at the time; their private lives were no better than the female stars of the future entertainment industry.

Divorce, infidelity, and worshiping foreign things were also very common.

But now is not the time to think about that, but rather how to use his power as a Factory Director's secretary to throw his weight around in a steel factory of over 50,000 people.

Ah, no, that's not right—it's to selflessly help some young widows.

For example, Qin Huairu, who lives in the same courtyard.

Just as he was thinking this, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Zhou Xinyang, you bastard, get up! You must treat us today."

The one speaking was the boisterous Shazhu; he had also heard that Zhou Xinyang had been transferred to the Steel Factory office to be a secretary.

Don't look at how Zhou Xinyang didn't give him face and reported Bang Geng right in front of him that evening; in reality, he wasn't angry.

Because if it weren't for Qin Huairu's sake, he wouldn't have taken the blame for Bang Geng.

He isn't stupid; he is just boisterous and doesn't care about trifles.

Hearing that Zhou Xinyang had been promoted, he immediately wanted Zhou Xinyang to treat everyone to a celebration.

After all, this is the city; distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.

If a neighbor strikes it rich, how can they not help the other neighbors?

Even the dog belonging to the neighbor of Qi Tingzhang next door became a police dog.

It wasn't just Shazhu; the shrewd Yi Zhonghai, the power-hungry Liu Haizhong, and the stingy Yan Shuzhai—all the main figures in the courtyard came.

Even Qin Huairu, whom Zhou Xinyang had offended yesterday, thickened her skin and came to offer her congratulations.

"Congratulations, Comrade Zhou Xinyang."

The way Qin Huairu thickened her skin—you have to say, she really had a bit of that "middle-aged charm" about her.

Looking at her mature and voluptuous figure, Zhou Xinyang felt a slight hardening as a sign of respect.

You don't hit a person who is smiling; Zhou Xinyang still had that much emotional control. "Hehe, it's all thanks to the leaders' promotion."

"That is also a recognition of your work ability; don't be modest.

Still the same thing, as neighbors, help out where you can." That hypocritical old phony Yi Zhonghai started up again.

Why should I help you?

But on the surface, he couldn't say that; no matter what, it had to be "you're good, I'm good, everyone's good." "No problem, if there's an opportunity, I will definitely help."

If there's an opportunity to help, if not, then forget it.

"Today is a day worth celebrating; why don't we all gather for a meal?"

The stingy Yan Shuzhai was calculating in his heart that the current Zhou Xinyang could be considered to have power.

Don't look at how the position of Factory Office Secretary isn't high, but he is a favorite in the eyes of the Factory Director.

It's just like the "9,000-year-old" in the palace during the Ming Dynasty, or the great eunuch Li Lianying in the palace during the Qing Dynasty.

That power is truly one person below ten thousand.

In a courtyard with such an awesome neighbor, who wouldn't want to curry favor or show their face in front of him?

Yan Shuzhai thought to himself that if there was a dinner in the courtyard, his family would definitely be included.

With this dinner, his own family would save one meal and save a few more dimes.

And if he brought some leftovers home, hey, that's saving another few dimes.

Don't underestimate a few dimes here and there; add them all together, and that's a whole yuan.

In this era, one yuan can do a lot of things.

A monthly bus pass is only three yuan, which is equivalent to only one dime for a day of riding the bus.

And at this time, a jin of beef or mutton is only five or six dimes.

Yan Shuzhai thought that if they gathered for a meal, it would be Zhou Xinyang treating, after all, he is the protagonist today.

Zhou Xinyang didn't really care; isn't it just a meal? "No problem, I'll treat; tonight the whole courtyard come over to eat."

"Hey, my brother is still the most generous."

The Projectionist Xu Damao from the side also crowded over.

He is the one who likes being with the leaders the most.

With Zhou Xinyang's words, someone immediately busied themselves with getting tables and stools.

As for buying wine and food, this must certainly be paid for by the host.

Zhou Xinyang took out the money from his own cabinet and gave Silly Pillar ten yuan. "Brother Pillar, return the surplus or make up the deficit; if it's not enough, just say so. You must let the neighbors eat their fill and eat enough."

"Rest assured, brother, it is enough."

Although Shazhu is called Shazhu, he also understands some worldly wisdom.

Now that a Secretary of the Factory Office has emerged in his own courtyard, he has to give him some face no matter what.