Chapter 1199: Time passes really fast

Before the first ray of sunlight appeared in the morning, the Deaf Old Lady's coffin was lifted onto a vehicle.

It was very rare; funerals in this era rarely used automobiles.

Deputy Director Liu from the street office came to see her off and shook hands very cordially with Shen Guodong, expressing his gratitude.

Neighbors in the big courtyard, neighbors in the alley, either out of curiosity or out of a desire to see her off.

They stood on both sides of the alley, watching the two vehicles from the recycling station take the funeral away.

Relatives may have lingering sorrow, others have already begun to sing.

What is there to say about death, returning to the mountain.

It's a pity that the Deaf Old Lady had no relatives; people on both sides of the alley were already discussing this display.

Some said the recycling station was falsely righteous, seeking fame and profit; others said the recycling station took money to do things for others.

The latter kind of talk was nothing more than guessing how much inheritance the Deaf Old Lady left behind, which was divided up by Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu.

Others sighed that these two finally didn't lose their conscience and knew how to help the Deaf Old Lady save up for such a glorious funeral.

Human hearts are unpredictable, and rumors hurt people.

If one really listened to these discussions and really thought about these criticisms, then life wouldn't be worth living.

Those who were thoughtful watched Sha Zhu smash the clay basin for burning paper and shoulder the soul-calling banner, and the mouths stopped.

The hearse slowly walked out of the alley, and those wearing mourning clothes slowly followed behind the vehicle.

Quite generously, Liu Guangfu and a few other boys who were helping lit firecrackers on the roadside.

The crackling sound was deafening; people dodged, either startled or laughing, which had a bit of black humor.

This was the last excitement the Deaf Old Lady gave to the neighbors; from then on, there would be no more hard-of-hearing Old Lady who loved to interrupt in this alley.

The living are passersby, the dead are returnees.

The soul returns to its hometown, turning into a handful of yellow soil; life is settled like this.

Because there were only two vehicles, the number of people following was limited.

Besides the First Master and Sha Zhu's family, there were only Shen Guodong and a few other busybodies.

The early autumn morning dew hit their faces, giving people a different kind of coldness, a shudder.

And when the red sun rose, a new day was about to begin.

Sunlight sprinkled on the faces of the dispersing crowd, the smell of fireworks drifted out from various courtyards, and the discussions followed the gathering and dispersing of people, making one feel dazed—so this is what it's like to be in the human world.

"What time did you keep watch until last night?"

Yu Li looked at Li Xuewu, seeing that there was still a hint of sleepiness in his eyes.

She complained with a bit of heartache: "Didn't I tell you to rest early?"

"I didn't keep watch much; I sat for a while and then went back to my room to read."

Li Xuewu yawned, smacked his lips, and replied: "I went to sleep before ten o'clock."

"It's just that I'm a bit sleepy getting up early; I'll sleep again at noon."

"Are you going to the club in a while?"

Yu Li followed him into the big courtyard and reminded: "Drink some porridge in the morning to get rid of the stomach fire."

"Mm, we'll talk about it in a while."

Li Xuewu was a bit lacking in energy, especially with the morning sun shining, the sleepiness surged even more.

He yawned again, stood at the moon gate and looked inside; each household had tidied up the white paper money scattered in front of their doors, clearing away the last trace of the Deaf Old Lady left here.

Originally, she was a lonely old lady with no children; no descendants missed her, and she wasn't worth the neighbors missing her either.

I'm afraid the vast majority of people in this courtyard, like Li Xuewu, didn't even know what the Old Lady's surname was or what her name was.

Even if they looked at that spirit tablet, the name on it didn't match the Old Lady in their impression.

Needless to say, just wait three days, and no one in this courtyard would talk about her again.

His mother, Liu Yin, came out from home, and Li Xuewu called her to come to the back courtyard to eat breakfast.

Liu Yin responded that she had already eaten breakfast, urged her son not to go straight home, and went to the back courtyard to tidy up his room for him.

The Deaf Old Lady's funeral was handled by the First Master and Sha Zhu's families, and the utensils used were also from both families.

But for such a matter, the utensils used by just two families were simply not enough.

Not to mention the stools and teacups, cigarettes and tea were always missing, and there were those who came into the room to use the toilet in the middle of the night.

Li Xuewu's half-box of tea leaves didn't know who had swiped it, and the carton of cigarettes he threw to Sha Zhu was also nowhere to be found.

Last night, some who were keeping watch couldn't hold on and ran into his room to deal with it for half the night, making it a mess.

It was just that these people still had some brains; no one dared to touch the things in the room, otherwise, it would really be a disgrace.

Dealing with these people and these things, Li Xuewu couldn't be angry; just tidy it up now and act as if he knew nothing.

His mother was a clean person; she couldn't stand his room being dirty and messy, and she was also afraid that Gu Ning would dislike it when she came back next week.

In Liu Yin's heart, her son and daughter-in-law bringing the children back to live every week was entirely to accommodate her, to keep her from missing home.

If she really thought about it, could the house in the back courtyard be as comfortable as living in a foreign-style house?

Her own son was fine, but she couldn't wrong her daughter-in-law, and she couldn't make her daughter-in-law feel uncomfortable again.

Elders always have a love for their children that feels like a debt; when they were young, they felt they gave their children too little, and when they were old, they were afraid of adding trouble to their children.

It is precisely this thick love that has allowed Chinese civilization to inherit for five thousand years with the family as a bond.

Western religions always emphasize loving oneself and loving the world; one is too selfish and direct, and the other is too hypocritical.

The Chinese people are just the opposite, pursuing simplicity and directness.

Love the people I should love, love the people I love, and also love the people who love me.

But this kind of love won't be said on the mouth, let alone put into written words.

Letters back and forth are mostly concerns, and every word is plain language.

The love I want to express to you has been said thoroughly in these direct words, and has been made clear in every instruction.

Time flies, and September passed quickly.

The weather turned from hot to cool, but the situation in Beijing gradually became hot.

On September 21st, relevant departments put forward response opinions on the unified line policy, striving to protect and reduce the scope and degree of harm to relevant personnel.

Li Xuewu was at the club that day and specifically notified Lou Yu, who was on the mountain, of this news.

His cheap father-in-law had become smart this time; he just acted as if he hadn't heard or seen this news.

On September 23rd, the above issued the "Emergency Notice on Teachers and Students Studying Abroad and Personnel Stranded in Beijing Returning to Their Original Units Immediately."

According to the requirements of the notice, the Red Star Factory issued a disciplinary circular, limiting all personnel who went out to be at their posts within ten days, or to ask for leave; those who were absent without permission would be executed according to disciplinary decisions.

This notice applied not only to the Red Star Factory but also to the industrial system and all other industries.

At the sudden cooling of early autumn, the "Great Learning" activity that had been burning for two years finally encountered cold.

All unstable factors would be cleared away like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves under this notice.

The people stranded in Beijing were invited away, and Beijing seemed to have become much quieter and much more spacious all of a sudden.

And the mythical beasts wandering outside had been compressed and driven back to their cages step by step since last year.

This was the last and most severe rectification notice; all students must return to school to report.

It also symbolized that the education system was recovering, and students would return to the classroom.

The impact of this notice was not just this; Li Huai De also became a capable person who planned strategies in the eyes of those with intentions.

The gold content of the school run by the Red Star Factory was constantly improving, and students coming to handle enrollment were endless.

Premeditated calculations, the establishment of the school, and the restoration of teaching order, etc.

It seemed as if the Red Star Factory presided over by Li Huai De was helped by gods, capable of calculating and planning.

All policies stepped on the point, neither biased nor leaning, and were always correct.

The Red Star United School had been carrying out teaching activities for a month, and several problem students had been cleared out of the school; this determination appeared so precious and prominent against the backdrop of this notice.

Students in the school no longer dared to be presumptuous, contradict teachers, commit violence at will, or post and hang things randomly.

Because the Resident School Ideological Education Office really dared to take action to deal with them; light ones were educated, and heavy ones were expelled.

The factory-run school simply didn't give you space to beg for mercy or explain; if you didn't meet the school-running goals and conditions, there would be no place for you in the classroom.

The Red Star United School really didn't lack students; the Enrollment Office had already delayed the end time of enrollment for the third time.

Parents were still constantly contacting the school, applying for exams and interviews.

And during this time, the exams and interviews organized by the school would often be more difficult and stricter.

The Security Group Discipline Inspection Office watched closely; the more it was this time, the greater the opportunity for corruption to breed.

But the strict exams and interviews couldn't stop this enthusiasm for applying for transfer and enrollment.

The best teaching quality, the strictest management, the most excellent equipment and facilities, and the richest living conditions in Beijing became the explanatory words for the Red Star United School.

Jing Rong, the Director of the Management Office, came to see Li Xuewu for the second time and reported on the relevant work of enrollment and teaching management.

Li Xuewu's opinion was that the gate of the Red Star United School would always be open to students in Beijing.

The deep meaning of this opinion was that the gate was open, but whether you could get in depended on the students' cultural foundation.

The students here would become more and more excellent, and excellent students would drive the children of workers in the industrial system to become more and more excellent, forming a virtuous cycle.

In the social education system, where only part of the primary schools had restored teaching order, the school-running model of the Red Star United School from kindergarten to vocational technical college attracted the attention of most people.

The model of combining cultural, industrial, military, scientific, sports, and artistic education goals also received recognition and attention from superiors.

Similar to production goals such as foreign trade, tertiary industry, and joint industry, the Red Star Factory also walked a special path in the field of factory-run schools.

The training model from kindergarten straight to the factory made even the pickiest people unable to find fault.

To deny the Red Star United School was to deny the necessity of worker training.

Now, and even for the next few years, it seemed that no one dared to touch this piece of cake for workers.

With the issuance of the notice and the better and better school-running environment of the Red Star United School, everyone was guessing, and even predicting, that the school would resume classes.

On September 27th, the unified line department issued a document, putting forward handling measures for several problems that people outside the organization urgently needed to solve.

Li Xuewu still instructed Yu Li to deliver relevant newspapers and notices to Lou Yu and those people on the mountain.

Similarly, these notices and news were like stones sinking into the sea, without splashing any water.

The old money on the mountain seemed to have become accustomed to the life of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountain."

Brick and tile houses on the hillside, good air, lively people.

Old friends, gathering together, drinking tea, pointing out the country.

Raising chickens and ducks, raising local dogs, doing farm work, eating farm food.

After living this life for a year, life seemed to have slowed down, and it was comfortable, and even their health had improved.

Basically, all adults worked in the think tank office.

Every day, they were either researching domestic policies or studying foreign policies.

While operating the domestic business of the recycling station, they also had to analyze and provide opinions on problems transmitted back from Hong Kong.

They were the brain, without execution power, and without the ability to make decisions, they could only provide ideas.

The office established at the club was the core of decision-making business; sometimes Zhao Yafang would also come here to work.

And the financial office established in the detention center was the financial core of the whole system, the kind with real safety and guarantees.

Finally, there were the recycling stations scattered in several key positions, and the transport ships drifting on the sea.

The think tank office on the mountain didn't lack sources for understanding external information; Shen Guodong was specifically responsible for this.

They sat on the mountain watching the sky, and could more clearly feel the smog covering Beijing.

Therefore, the newspapers Li Xuewu gave them were more like a means to tease and play with them.

Boring, naughty, we won't go down the mountain!

At the end of September, news from all sides gathered in Beijing.

Lou Jie and Ji Wang Weidong from Hong Kong both had confident reports back.

Regarding the acquisition case of A. S. Watson, the twists and turns caused by the participation of China Resources were dissipating.

The stock market war was still continuing, and the Oriental Times Bank was gradually showing its edge in the financial world, causing fear in those with intentions.

And the real estate and commercial layout of the Oriental series in Hong Kong caused a round of discussion.

The British and the wealthy threw stones to ask the way, and Hong Kong real estate ushered in a recovery.

Especially the business model of Times Real Estate, which let other real estate developers see the dawn.

The non-performing assets that the Oriental Times Bank had received in the early stage were all transformed into good assets.

The real estate market became hot, making the land market gradually appreciate, and the Oriental Times Bank was uniting with other capital to continue speculating on land, with the goal of feeding back into the stock market.

As for what the final goal was, these didn't need to be guessed, and ordinary people couldn't guess it either.

Li Xuewu only looked at the financial reports transmitted back; the evaluation given by Zhao Yafang was excellent.

It should be said that he didn't know whether Lou Jie did well or badly, but he knew the think tank was really useful.

Those old capitalists really had the ability to make money.

Of course, the premise was that their family members were all on the mountain, and their coffin money was in Hong Kong.

Furthermore, for his sister-in-law Zhao Yafang, Li Xuewu was becoming more and more respectful.

Her learning ability was perversely strong, and her sensitivity to numbers far exceeded ordinary people.

Especially during this period of being idle at home, she didn't put down these affairs because she had to take care of the children.

Self-studying knowledge related to economics and finance, helping Li Xuewu analyze complex financial reports—was this ability okay?

Anyway, Li Xuewu felt it was very okay.

Ji Wang Weidong's news was a bit complicated, because the situation in Hong Kong recently was also very complicated.

The old Hong Kong people were very worried that the "Big Circles" would hit them, to the point that even the British were ready to run away at any time.

On one hand, local businessmen were actively saving the market; on the other hand, managers lacked confidence in governing Hong Kong.

Plus, snakes and rats were in the same nest, colluding, capital was rampant, and Ji Wang Weidong, who handled external affairs, was even more troubled.

Andrew returned to Hong Kong and met with him once.

Ji Wang Weidong's feedback was that the Italian guy was too cunning; let's fish a bit more, this fish can't run away.

Well, Ji Max, who went to Hong Kong, had learned to fish.

Li Xuewu just introduced Andrew's situation to him, and didn't ask any more about the rest.

If Andrew didn't know Ji Wang Weidong's identity, Li Xuewu would dare to swim from Tianjin to Hong Kong.

Originally a businessman in Hong Kong, Ji Wang Weidong, who came and went between Hong Kong and the mainland like his own backyard, was someone whose identity he couldn't be clearer about; otherwise, he wouldn't need to mix in it.

An Italian old money, cooperating with a behemoth like the Red Star Factory, still had a few points of trust and confidence.

To say that he only met once on the ship and felt that Ji Wang Weidong was high-spirited and had extraordinary talent was a bit of a stretch.

Therefore, when Andrew invited him to dinner and wanted to know Ji Wang Weidong, he knew what was going on.

It was nothing more than being afraid of a rash visit, causing the other party's suspicion, and even possibly being targeted.

Through Li Xuewu's greeting, at least he still had a few points of room for maneuver.

Ji Wang Weidong said he wanted to fish, which proved that this fish had a big appetite; a Dongfeng Shipping couldn't satisfy the other party.

Then what did this fish want to eat?

Dongfeng Shipping, Prince Port, Oriental Trade, Modern Real Estate, Modern Culture, Modern Security...

Or the Shunfeng Ocean Shipping Management Company registered in Hong Kong, planned by Ji Wang Weidong and Li Xuewu?

If this fish's appetite was big enough, then the Oriental Times Bank, and the power represented by Ji Wang Weidong's parents, didn't mind accompanying him to play a game of "four ounces of force to move a thousand pounds."

Lou Xiaoe, Ji Wang Weidong, and Wen Saner respectively mastered three lines in Hong Kong.

The three lines could be twisted into a rope, pulling one, and the other two could borrow strength.

This was also the reason why the three lines had been operating in Hong Kong for more than a year without suffering any devastating blows.

Talking about business properly, whether it was a business war or cooperation, the Oriental series and the Times series were both proper businessmen.

But if you wanted to play dirty, the power mastered by Wen Saner didn't mind having an accidental accident and sending you to the West.

Yang Zhao (Yang Erhai), who returned from Hong Kong, still had a few points of discomfort when he first returned to the mainland.

This kid was used to being wild on the wharf; people set rules, and you couldn't bring firearms when opening a fight.

As a result?

He used cannons to blast people, not talking about martial arts.

Ji Wang Weidong's Prince Port Company had a particularly good reputation, repairing bridges and roads, and being charitable.

Many people were raised on the wharf; these people were mostly selling their hard labor to support their families.

Zhang Wanhe and others hid among them, acting as security on weekdays, and putting on masks to act as cleaners at critical moments.

When the wind was tight, they went to sea; when the wind dispersed, they returned to the port.

Yang Erhai did things in Tianjin, limited by rules, and felt quite uncomfortable.

Without tools in his hands, he always felt that someone behind him wanted to harm him.

It took half a year to adapt before he returned to normal.

Zhou Xiaobai was superficially responsible for the live seafood supply chain business, but actually acted as a signboard to deal with some influences.

The specific business was connected with Beijing by Yang Erhai and two boys under the guidance of Wu Shuping.

Besides being responsible for the fresh seafood supply chain industry, the Tianjin Recycling Station also had to manage the relationships of ports and wharves.

The management subject of Dongfeng Shipping had to be transferred to Shunfeng Shipping registered in Hong Kong, but the business in Tianjin Port remained the same.

Would the private goods brought back by the fleet be checked?

The answer was definitely yes, because there was customs.

But specifically, it still depended on what kind of goods you brought.

If it was technical data, professional equipment, special newspapers, etc.?

Customs basically wouldn't care about these, unless they were transported to the mainland by the ton, and even then, they had to look at the content.

However, Dongfeng Shipping wasn't that crazy; even if they were transported by the ton, there was still the Investigation Department to open the slip.

These technical data were collected by an information intelligence group organized by Ji Wang Weidong in Hong Kong.

All kinds, all walks of life.

A part would be sent to the think tank office, a part would be sent to the Red Star Factory Research Institute, and the rest was internal intelligence reference.

The Foreign Affairs Office had to fully understand the trends of the international market and the direction of the world trade pattern.

Besides completing these special tasks, the Tianjin Recycling Station responsible for by Yang Erhai also had to build distribution businesses rooted in Tianjin.

Just like what Ding Wanqiu and others in Wucheng did.

Opening up the world.

Sigh, talking about it is all tears.

After Ding Wanqiu brought three "Old Sixes" to the border, he felt he had been pitted miserably by Li Xuewu.

Xiao Jianjun had stayed in the border for a period of time, but it wasn't this border.

China was still too big, vast in territory, and with many borders.

It was the knowledge they used to look down on in school that came in handy at this moment.

His cultural level of graduating from junior high school and not finishing high school became the highest diploma here.

Ding Wanqiu called him "Scholar" at the beginning, which made him so ashamed—

Finally, he knelt to Ding Wanqiu, and only after begging did he stop calling him that.

Da Chun, a Northeast man born in the White Mountains and raised between the Black Waters, grew up following Zhang Wanhe's butt, and was a childhood friend of Da Qiangzi from Jicheng.

You just look at the two people he followed; one was a hoodlum in Jicheng, and the other was a hoodlum in Hong Kong.

Therefore, Da Chun was now a hoodlum in Wucheng.

Xiao Jianjun had culture and managed financial accounts; Da Chun had no culture and could only run business.

The climate in the border really let him see the world; he was 18 when he went, and now a year had passed, and he looked like 38.

Of course, Da Chun didn't feel he was stupid, at least not the stupidest one.

If you want to talk about the most straightforward, the stupidest, it had to be Zhao Lao Wu.

Sss—

How to say it, this person, even when Ding Wanqiu was anxious, he had to call him "Fifth Master," both stubborn and silly.

One letter every week, one report every month; even the smallest thing in Wucheng had to be told to Beijing.

If you want to say it's surveillance, it doesn't matter.

Everyone is far away in the border, and they don't trust their families; having such a thing, everyone also recognized it.

But don't write everything up; Ding Wanqiu looking for women, Xiao Jianjun looking for women, Da Chun looking for women...

Four big men doing business in Wucheng; if they really didn't look for women, the family would really panic.

Furthermore, the one receiving the letters in Beijing wasn't Li Xuewu, it was Yu Li!

Now it's good, the whole recycling station system knows that the three grandsons in Wucheng look for women every week.

Li Xuewu specifically asked his father and arranged for Yu Li to purchase a lot of tonics from Beijing and mail them over.

Attached with a letter, four big characters: "Pay attention to the kidneys."

Oh my, this made Ding Wanqiu and the three of them so ashamed—

It wasn't anything else; these three people all wanted face.

Ding Wanqiu brought up Xilin in Jicheng, calling himself the eldest brother, a man in his 40s or 50s, very serious.

Xiao Jianjun, a young man under 20, hadn't started a family yet; he had high culture in the system and had long been praised by the Steel City Personnel Department to be focused on cultivation.

As a result?

Limited ability, infinite youth.

Finally, it was Da Chun; even Da Qiangzi in Jicheng knew about this, you say the mountain knows?

What? The mountains are high and the roads are far?

It doesn't matter, good brother Da Qiangzi didn't fear hardship and helped him spread this news in the village.

Well, now everyone in the village knows that Da Chun has made it, and knows how to look for women outside.

I don't know if they were ashamed by Li Xuewu's Chinese medicine package, or ashamed by the letters from home, but these people could be considered to have made a determined effort.

Of course, it was doing work; could they still do Zhao Lao Wu?

The director of the border office was Xu Ning; having received Li Xuewu's news, they didn't treat Xu Ning as an outsider.

In order to work better in the border, Xu Ning also took good care of them.

Businesses that the office couldn't do, or businesses that couldn't be handled, were all handed over to the recycling station.

Those goods that couldn't be brought to the table were transferred through the recycling station, and then they had names and conditions.

The Tianshan grassland is very big, with too many opportunities for them to play.

The house received from the old guest became the office location of the recycling station.

It was much more luxurious than Steel City and Jicheng; black market merchants who wanted to do business would come here to negotiate.

Once negotiated, the goods were sent to the office's warehouse, and receiving the news here, they directly collected the money.

The supply system mastered by Shen Guodong in Beijing had many goods that came this way.

The local products loaded on the train weren't all from the Red Star Factory Trade Management Center, but also from recycling stations in various places.

Under large-scale trade, the trade of the recycling station was well covered up.

Since last year, one investment after another gradually broke even, and the funds were transferred to the Northeast by Li Xuewu.

Steel City, Jicheng, Fengcheng, Bingcheng, Li Xuewu wanted to make a big layout, and the executors were Old Biaozi and Xilin.

Jicheng's business was also divided into two parts.

One was regular business, which was the distribution business of the office under the Tianjin Trade Management Center.

This part was handed over to Da Qiangzi by Xilin to be responsible for.

It was nothing more than the supply, production, and storage relationship, which was already familiar; Da Qiangzi squatted in the market and had a level.

The other was the timber business, which was the project in cooperation with Jicheng Forestry.

Timber used train cars as a means of transport, from Jicheng to Tianjin, and had already formed an industrial chain.

The assembled furniture made by the Cha Dian Farm indirectly influenced by Huang Gan was hot, and the need for timber was particularly urgent.

And assembled furniture was the main product distributed by the recycling station to the Tianjin Trade Management Center.

The cooperation of several parties had already formed a closed loop.

Xilin, the person in charge of the Jicheng Recycling Station, cooperated tacitly with Old Biaozi in Steel City.

Steel City exerted force toward Fengcheng, while Jicheng infiltrated toward Bingcheng.

The urban supply system done very maturely in Steel City was also achieved in Jicheng through Da Qiangzi's efforts.

The surface relationship was operated by Li Xuewu's second uncle leading Xilin.

Compliant with documents, public-to-public distribution operation, financial and business procedures were all endorsed by the office.

Therefore, in the past half year, Jicheng's development was the fastest.

In terms of industrial foundation and industrial scale, Jicheng didn't lose to Fengcheng, and the development potential here was deeper.

Electrical appliances, automobiles, hardware, etc., sent from the Steel City Industrial Zone were all further promoted and sold by the recycling station as a distribution unit.

Similarly, some commodities also flowed into the market from here at the recycling station.

Old Biaozi in Steel City was doing the "Coachman Plan," and Xilin was also doing it.

The Bohai Bay in the future needed more coachmen, and also needed more coachmen to earn money to buy ships.

Make it big and strong, and create brilliance again.

"Is Xiaobai coming back this week?"

Zhang Haiyang came to the club following Li Yuanchao.

A month had passed since he listened to Zhou Xiaobai's lecture here last time.

He hadn't been idle this month, nor had he confined himself to the fantasy of pursuing love.

With his good background, under Li Yuanchao's help and guidance, he finally established his own small team.

It was just those people who played well in the big courtyard; everyone was a childhood friend, growing up together in the same pile.

He was the leader of these children, and his words had a certain force.

Now that there was such an opportunity to pull everyone together to earn money, these childhood friends had no reason not to be willing.

Of course, if you want to say that such an opportunity is placed in front of you, everyone wants to earn that 50 yuan per ton, why specifically follow Zhang Haiyang to do it?

It's not like that at all; the live seafood supply chain system never said it asked anyone to help promote it.

And it never said that selling one ton would give 50 yuan!

Hearing the news doesn't mean you can get these resources; the supply chain business isn't something anyone can do.

Li Yuanchao could receive this business because he was in the club and was a member of the Youth Association.

On this basis, selling 20 or 30 tons a month, only then did he get Zhou Xiaobai's recognition.

If one came easily, Zhou Xiaobai would have to contact one; then she wouldn't be President Zhou, she would become "Business Zhou."

Li Xuewu taught her to grasp the big and let go of the small; not all money should be earned, and not all money should be saved.

Like Li Yuanchao, he could be given more authority to support him in building his own sales team.

Looking at Zhang Haiyang again, relying on the opportunity given by Zhou Xiaobai and Li Yuanchao's support, he finally got the business.

But this business also had conditions; if he sold one ton a month, he shouldn't be embarrassed to come here to ask for resources.

Fortunately, his father was capable, and the fathers of the childhood friends in the sales team were also capable.

Because there were relationships and ways, this late September was just the time to eat seafood.

If you want to say seafood is expensive and ordinary people can't afford it, that's not absolutely true.

This thing is expensive because it's rare; you can't buy it even with aquatic tickets, you have to constantly add money and tickets to eat a meal—it's not rare.

Now what they are doing is public-to-public welfare business, issuing certificates through units, allocating welfare funds to designated accounts, and delivering goods directly from the supply chain system to the units.

It doesn't matter if the unit uses it as a Mid-Autumn Festival benefit or if the labor union organizes everyone to buy it together.

Anyway, the live seafood was delivered, and the weight was sufficient.

Just needing money, not needing tickets, the price of seafood came down; there were few units where their parents worked that really couldn't afford seafood.

In this era, anything that doesn't need tickets is a good thing, and it definitely won't be hard to sell.

He also caught a good time; September was a bumper harvest for seafood, and crabs and fat fish were all ripe.

In September alone, he sold more than 20 tons, earning more than 1,000 yuan, which really excited him to the point of floating.

After splitting the money for the little brothers, more than 300 yuan remained in his hand; he really became a little rich man.

Men, after all, have money in their pockets and don't panic in their hearts.

Now that he could earn money, he also thought of the girl in his dreams, Zhou Xiaobai.

She couldn't be found in the big courtyard; it was said that her parents were busy with work and were mostly out of town now.

And Zhou Xiaobai, who worked in Tianjin, even if she returned to Beijing, she stayed at the International Hotel, which he couldn't enter.

The only place to wait for Zhou Xiaobai was the club.

The club's gate was actually not easy to enter; he wasn't a member and could only follow Li Yuanchao in.

Or ask Zuo Jie for help through the guard, which was very troublesome every time.

But the more troublesome it was, the more he yearned for the club.

Now that he had earned money, he was all bright, and looking at his former self was like looking at a country bumpkin.

Riding a bicycle and rushing across the street, calculating even when eating a popsicle, and having to find someone to scrape money together to watch a movie.

If he really caught up, he could hold 10 or 8 yuan in his hand, and eating a meal at the Old Moscow Restaurant would make them happy enough.

Now, he completely looked down on his former self.

According to this ability to earn money, even if the peak season passed, he would still have 100 or 200 yuan a month.

Two or three thousand yuan a year, he was awesome!

He couldn't drive an Hongxing Lingyang car for the time being, but he would definitely get a Comet motorcycle next month.

In Beijing now, whether it was a hoodlum or an old soldier, riding a bicycle wasn't glorious anymore.

Those with ability had long since changed to Comets; this thing was too stylish.

You think about it, riding a bicycle, where does the girl sit?

Let me tell you, girls can't sit on the back seat, they all sit on the crossbar, but that really hurts the butt.

You try riding a Comet motorcycle, the girl sits behind you, hugs your waist, think about the envious eyes of passersby.

Hehe! Beautiful to death!

Waiting for Zhou Xiaobai at the club wasn't entirely to offer flattery, but also to communicate business further.

Now, Zhang Haiyang's business and the management team were still very simple.

It was Li Yuanchao who helped him, and most of the time it was the other party who guided him to connect with the supply chain.

If he could get resources directly from Zhou Xiaobai, or get her support, could he also open an Hongxing Lingyang?

This little thought was all seen by Li Yuanchao.

Then would Li Yuanchao help him?

Of course, he had to help Zhang Haiyang; not only did he have to help Zhang Haiyang build a live seafood sales team, but he also had to instigate Zhang Haiyang to pursue Zhou Xiaobai.

Love boldly, youth is priceless!

Li Yuanchao was just so selfless, just so noble... fart!

His selflessness and nobility were sent to two people, which seemed a bit...

Who was the other person?

"Did you also make an appointment with Yuemin?"

Looking at Zhong Yuemin riding a bicycle from the street, Zhang Haiyang had a trace of unhappiness on his face.

A month had passed since he listened to the lecture in the Flower Hall last time; it was only when they ate together at night that he realized the problem wasn't right.

Luo Yun's eyes were wrong when they ate together, looking at Zhou Xiaobai, then at Zhong Yuemin; their emotions were even more wrong.

He was young, but not stupid; Zhong Yuemin's little thoughts were almost written on his face.

Therefore, the two who had just experienced life and death together were okay on the surface, but had actually broken up.

A love rival is the enemy least worth forgiving in this world, if the other party doesn't know how to measure.

"What do you think I've been busy with lately?"

Li Yuanchao said helplessly: "Isn't it all for you two, sigh—"

Saying this, he even sighed and said: "Both are brothers, who should I favor?"

However, before Zhong Yuemin arrived, he still patted Zhang Haiyang on the shoulder and said: "Brother can only help you this much, I hope you win."

"No words, good brothers for a lifetime."

Zhang Haiyang naturally understood the hidden meaning in Li Yuanchao's words, but he also understood the other party's difficulties.

At that time, both he and Zhong Yuemin were there, and both received the resources Zhou Xiaobai threw out.

It was Zhou Xiaobai who asked Li Yuanchao to reach out and help; what could he do?

Therefore, he didn't resent Li Yuanchao.

"This month... how much did Yuemin and the others sell?"

"Mm, it seems quite a lot—"

Li Yuanchao waited for them at the door, curled his lips and said: "Otherwise, Zhou Xiaobai wouldn't have come back to see you two, right?"

"Really?"

Zhang Haiyang didn't have the joy of seeing Zhou Xiaobai, because this joy wasn't worth sharing with someone.

He frowned slightly and asked: "How much did they sell?"

"Ask him yourself—"

Li Yuanchao saw Zhong Yuemin approaching, smiled and replied, and then greeted him enthusiastically.

In front of both of them, he seemed really impartial, taking care of everything.

But in reality, he said "I support you, I hope you win" twice.

While helping Zhang Haiyang build a live seafood sales team, he also supported Zhong Yuemin.

And then?

Of course, it was instigating two "licking dogs" to rush forward and fight for the bone thrown out by Zhou Xiaobai.

In the future, Li Yuanchao would support more "licking dogs" and help more people build sales teams.

Now it's selling live seafood, and later they can sell other welfare goods.

The bigger the stall, the bigger the profit.

He himself was an example, and Zhang Haiyang and Zhong Yuemin were also examples; more and more old soldiers would discover that fighting with hoodlums was meaningless, and fighting with their own people was also meaningless.

What is meaningful?

Earning money, consuming, buying things—this is what adults should do.

Beijing isn't big, but who stipulated that these businesses could only be done in Beijing?

President Zhou's career would expand sooner or later, right? Without a sales team, without good sales performance, how to expand?

Therefore, Li Yuanchao's selflessness and nobility were all purposeful.

Then did Zhou Xiaobai know he was so selfless and noble?

"I just arrived in Beijing too; I went to Steel City for a turn a few days ago, exhausted—"

Zhou Xiaobai picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee; seeing Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang standing there awkwardly, she smiled and greeted: "Sit, what are you looking at?"

"Only a month since we last met, and you've changed—"

Zhang Haiyang was clumsier than Zhong Yuemin, but he was more straightforward; at this moment, he didn't care about his good brother and sat down opposite Zhou Xiaobai.

"I didn't even dare to recognize you when I walked in!"

"Teasing me, right?"

Zhou Xiaobai smiled and scolded, waved her hand to signal Zhong Yuemin to sit, put down her cup, and asked: "What to drink, tea or... want to try coffee?"

Without waiting for the two to agree, she greeted the waiter and asked for two cups of coffee for them.

The tea room in this club also started supplying coffee, thanks to Dongfeng Shipping.

However, it was coffee powder brewed with hot water, but this taste was already something Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang rarely drank.

Although it had a bit of a Chinese medicine taste, seeing Zhou Xiaobai's foreign style, they couldn't help but feel a bit inferior.

Exactly what kind of money-earning ability does one need to afford such a Zhou Xiaobai? ===== CHAPTER 1200 =====

He deliberately angered the other party and said: "You tell me, back when Red Star Primary School wasn't great, you were jumping high to transfer to the city, but couldn't get in."

"Now that the Red Star Factory's welfare benefits are getting better, hey! You've been assigned to the city."