Chapter 18 The Eighteenth Day of Not Running Away The eighteenth day of not running away...

Chapter 18 The Eighteenth Day of Not Running Away The eighteenth day of not running away...

During dinner that evening, Wen Chan introduced everyone to her.

Lin Qingfeng brought his whole family along, including Sister Yanzi. Lin's mother was still a little uneasy and kept asking if their money was obtained legitimately.

Lin Qingfeng was at a loss.

Liu Yan laughed and said, "Auntie, if you don't believe Fengzi, how can you not believe Chen Bozheng and the others? From the past to the present, when have they ever done anything outrageous?"

After thinking about it, Lin's mother realized that was true, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Chen Bozheng also said, "Auntie, don't worry, we are all sensible people. We made some money this time, so you won't have to work so hard in the future."

Lin's mother was somewhat incredulous. She glanced at Lin Qingfeng and said, "You've only been gone a short time. How much money could you possibly have made? We're all family here, so don't try to put on a show."

"Mom!" Lin Qingfeng protested. He said to his mother, "We've earned enough for the four of us to live on. Listen to me, starting tomorrow, no more pasting cardboard boxes. We don't need money now, and we don't need to borrow from Uncle."

“You silly child, all you’ve learned outside is how to brag. If we don’t make paper boxes, where will we get our money for groceries? And how will we pay for your younger siblings’ school fees?” Lin’s mother shook her head and said.

She clearly didn't believe Lin Qingfeng's words.

Forced into a corner, Lin Qingfeng looked at Chen Bozheng and asked, "Brother Zheng, can I say?"

“We’re all family, there’s nothing we can’t talk about,” Chen Bozheng said.

Lin Qingfeng pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to his mother. "We're so grateful to my sister-in-law for giving us this idea. We made some money, and we split it up when we got back. Ten thousand each. Mom, take these few hundred yuan home first. If it's not enough, we can talk to you later. We'll pay back all the debts we've accumulated. From now on, we won't have to ask anyone for money anymore."

Lin's mother, Liu Yan, and the others looked at Lin Qingfeng and the others in surprise.

Liu Yan couldn't believe it either, and turned to look at Chen Bo and the monk, "Really? You guys earned so much?"

The monk nodded.

Everyone knew that the monk was honest and wouldn't lie, so they were all stunned.

"Oh my, where do you get so much money?" Monk's mother was dumbfounded. Monk's mother was known for being lazy and gluttonous. She was originally a capable cook in a factory, but she was just too lazy. Therefore, even though Monk was an only child, he started working at a young age. Of course, another reason was that Monk was really bad at studying.

“Aunt Wang, we didn’t steal or rob, the money is completely clean,” Chen Bozheng said. “You don’t need to worry about anything happening.”

"Yeah, we only make a small portion. The big boss who partnered with us made over 500,000 in one go," the fat man said enviously, taking a sip of his drink.

"Over 500,000?!" Aunt Wang's eyes widened immediately. "So much money! You guys are really something, Monk! What did Mom tell you? Following your brother Zheng was always the right choice."

The monks standing to the side didn't want to say anything.

The fat man said, "This is thanks to my sister-in-law; it was her idea."

He pointed at Wen Chan.

Aunt Wang had seen Wen Chan long ago, and she remembered Wen Chan. However, Aunt Wang had previously disliked Wen Chan for not talking to people, so she didn't speak to Wen Chan at the dinner table.

Hearing what the fat man said, she immediately took Wen Chan's hand affectionately, "Good girl, you're really capable. I knew you were going to amount to something..."

The meal didn't end until nine o'clock.

After Lin Qingfeng returned home, he showed the money to his mother.

Looking at the stack of money, Lin's mother finally believed that her son was not lying. "So much money! We really have to thank Zhengzi and his wife for bringing you wealth this time."

"Mom, that goes without saying. But you, don't go looking for Uncle anymore." Lin Qingfeng's expression was not good.

Lin's mother's face turned pale with embarrassment. "What are you saying? He's your uncle."

The younger brother and sister stood by, too afraid to speak.

Lin Qingfeng sneered, "He's our uncle, but when has he ever helped our family in any way? Putting aside everything else, when Dad was still alive, he helped him a lot. But now that Dad's gone, he treats our family like flies. From now on, our family is not allowed to have anything to do with him!"

Lin's mother opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't think of any explanation, so she could only sigh, "Fine, if you don't want to go, then you don't want to go. Now that you have money, go back to university."

Lin Qingfeng's expression improved, and he said, "This matter is not urgent. Anyway, I have applied for a leave of absence from school, so I can go back whenever I want. As for making money, we have only just started, so it is not appropriate to just leave whenever we want."

Liu Yan was truly astonished by Chen Bozheng and his team's haul this time.

She has been selling clothes for several years, never taking a break even in wind and rain. To earn just a few cents, she even sews up any torn parts of the clothes she buys wholesale herself.

So far, I've only managed to save a little over a thousand dollars.

Chen Bozheng and his group went to Shenzhen and already earned 10,000 yuan each, not even counting the money from the clothing.

Liu Yan felt a surge of excitement, thinking that Chen Bozheng and his group were capable and that she wanted to build a closer relationship with them.

The next morning, she went to buy breakfast from several places and delivered it to each household.

When we arrived at the west courtyard, Chen Bozheng opened the door as soon as we knocked.

"Zheng-ge, so early?" Liu Yan came in carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks. "I was thinking you guys were eating and drinking for free last night, so I bought you breakfast this morning and delivered it to Fatty and the others. By the way, weren't you eating with Fatty before? Why are you here today..."

Chen Bozheng naturally wouldn't mention that he slept on the floor in the living room last night. He took out a basin to fill with soy milk and said, "Things are different now than before."

Wen Chan yawned and came out of the house, still sleepy-eyed. "Who is it?"

"Sister-in-law." Liu Yan called out to her crisply. Wen Chan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cried at the same time. "Sister Yan, why are you calling me sister-in-law? Just call me Xiao Wen."

"Calling her 'sister-in-law' makes it seem more intimate," Liu Yan said with a smile, warmly inviting her to eat breakfast. "The soy milk is freshly ground, and the fried dough sticks are just out of the pan; they taste best when eaten hot."

Wen Chan didn't know how Liu Yan and Chen Bozheng usually got along. Seeing that Chen Bozheng didn't say anything, she didn't say anything more and came over after washing up.

Chen Bozheng wouldn't give her fried dough sticks, only soy milk. Wen Chan glared at him with sharp eyes while drinking the soy milk.

Chen Bo was a good person; he could tell Liu Yan was busy, so he naturally wouldn't let her just stand there watching. He invited her to have breakfast with him.

Liu Yan drank a few sips of soy milk with him, then inquired about the clothes.

Chen Bozheng understood, "Even if you hadn't come to me, I would have come to you anyway. You're the only one among us who's ever run a street stall. But we'll have to wait until Lin Qingfeng and the others arrive before we discuss how to sell the goods."

Boss Song was a notorious hoodlum in Beijing. Big hoodlums often had many social engagements and it was common for them to sleep until noon.

He had just fallen asleep at his lover's house when he heard a loud banging on the front door.

Old Song frowned, cursed, and kicked his mistress's foot, signaling her to open the door.

A short while later, Old Song came in with his mistress.

The mistress called out sweetly, "Brother Song, your cousin is here."

Old Song opened his eyes impatiently, and when he saw Old Song, he became even angrier. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"Boss, didn't you tell me to keep an eye on Chen Bozheng and his group? They're back," Old Song said hurriedly.

Song Laoda hummed in response, about to turn back to sleep, when he suddenly realized something, sat up, and the blanket slipped off him. "You said Chen Bozheng and the others came back, when did that happen?"

“Just last night,” Old Song said to Boss Song, “someone told me that he did bring back goods, and a whole truck couldn’t fit them all.”

What?

Old Song hurriedly put on his shoes, almost forgetting to put on his clothes.

Chen Bo was taking stock with the monks and others. Liu Yan, being an expert, fell in love with the styles of the clothes and even bought two sets to wear.

Chen Bozheng said he didn't want her money, but Liu Yan was still unhappy.

“Brother Zheng, let’s keep this separate. I can’t take advantage of you for nothing. These clothes are really new; we’ve never seen anything like them around here before.”

The fat man grinned and said, "Sister Yanzi, guess where these clothes came from?"

Liu Yan asked in confusion, "Isn't it from a garment factory?"

The fat man chuckled: "The garment factory doesn't have such a new style. Let me tell you, it's my sister-in-law's..."

Wen Chan reached up and rubbed her forehead. Seeing that the fat man was about to start praising her again, she quickly stopped him. "Don't praise me. I only borrowed these styles from TV dramas and made some modifications. It's not entirely my doing."

"Sister-in-law, you have such skills? Don't be modest. These men don't have such good taste," Liu Yan said with a smile.

Just then, a neighbor ran in and said that someone was looking for Chen Bozheng.

When Chen Bozheng went outside, he saw that Boss Song had brought his men over. Upon seeing Boss Song, Chen Bozheng's eyes darkened, and he stepped forward, saying, "Boss Song, what brings you here?"

"Hey Chen, you little rascal, why didn't you let me know you were coming back? I could have thrown a party to celebrate for you." Boss Song patted Chen Bozheng on the shoulder enthusiastically.

Chen Bozheng smiled and said, "I just got back and was just about to go see you, but I didn't expect you to come first."

He caught a glimpse of Lao Song coming over and greeted him.

Old Song couldn't help but ask, "Chen Bozheng, how did you manage to get the goods?"

Chen Bo pretended to be confused, "Old Song, what do you mean by that? How can we not have money? The money was borrowed from Boss Song."

"You little brat..." Old Song was about to retort to Chen Bozheng when he was glared at by Boss Song and became quiet.

Boss Song patted Chen Bozheng on the shoulder, "Little Chen, here's what happened. Someone said you lost your money, and I was worried about you."

"No, that's not true. The money's fine. We've brought all the goods back. Last night, the neighbors helped us unload everything. The goods are all inside now," Chen Bo said, pointing to the house.

Boss Song's eyes flashed. "Oh, I see. That's good. It's good that nothing happened. I should have told you earlier. You, Chen Bozheng, are such a clever person. How could you possibly cause such a big mess? By the way, were those clothing styles the ones I told you about?"

Just as Chen Bo was about to deny it, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

He had no grudge against Boss Song, and had even helped him before. But for some reason, this man had his eye on him and came over so early this morning to ask this question. Could there be a reason for it?

He laughed and said, "Yes, we owe you our guidance. Otherwise, we wouldn't know what style to choose. Brother Song, I'll definitely treat you to a meal when I make some money. Don't be shy."

Boss Song readily agreed, and Chen Bo casually made up some conversation to send them all out.

Wen Chan and the others listened inside the house. After a while, Chen Bozheng returned.

Wen Chan asked, "So, Boss Song is the one you borrowed money from. How come he's so well-informed and arrived so early in the morning?"

Chen Bo frowned slightly. "It's hard to say. Our return has caused quite a stir. Perhaps he has someone keeping an eye on this area."

“That Boss Song is no pushover,” Liu Yan said to Chen Bozheng. “He recently bought a large batch of goods and is selling them at low prices on the market, forcing us to follow suit with discounts and promotions. I’ve lost a lot of money.”

Chen Bo's heart skipped a beat. "What kind of goods did he buy?"

Liu Yan said, "It's those batwing sleeve short-sleeved shirts and Xiaoqing shirts that were popular before. Originally, although everyone's prices were different, everyone could still make a profit. But he did it differently. He sold those short-sleeved shirts for ten yuan for two pieces. We don't even get that price wholesale."

"Wouldn't he go bankrupt?" Lin Qingfeng asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't he be shooting himself in the foot?"

Liu Yan said, "They're not stupid. I heard that Boss Song and his group get their goods wholesale from state-owned enterprises at low prices. I don't know where he got the ability to get in touch with state-owned enterprises."

Chen Bozheng's heart skipped a beat.

The questions posed by Boss Song earlier were connected with Liu Yan's words.

If they actually buy those goods as Boss Song suggested, they'll lose a fortune this time.

Chen Bo and Wen Chan met eyes; they were clearly thinking the same thing.

Chen Bozheng and his friends have agreed with Liu Yan that they will go to Xiushui Street to sell clothes tomorrow: short-sleeved shirts for 20 yuan each, skirts for 30 yuan each, and suits for 100 yuan each.

Although the price is high, Liu Yan and her team are very confident that it will be a great success!

After seeing Liu Yan and her group off, Wen Chan looked at Chen Bozheng and asked, "What grudge do you have against that Boss Song?"

Chen Bo wiped his face with a towel. "If only I had known."

"So, you two didn't have any conflicts before?" Wen Chan put her hands on the table and looked at Chen Bozheng.

She looked him over carefully and realized that Chen Bozheng's features were indeed very good, especially his eyebrows, which were thick and well-shaped.

“If there’s a conflict, I can borrow money from him.” Chen Bo was holding a towel, frowning in thought. “I’m starting to suspect that the person who seduced you might be connected to him.”

"Young Master Lin."

Old Master Song waited for half a day at the dance hall before Young Master Lin finally arrived.

Young Master Lin, with a girl in his arms, his eyes swollen and a cigarette in his hand, asked, "What's wrong with you? Chen Bozheng is still safe and sound."

When Old Man Song saw Old Man Lin smoking, he quickly grabbed an ashtray to help catch it. At this moment, he was nothing like the imposing figure he used to be; he was practically no different from a lapdog.

“There were some mistakes, but the impact is not significant. Chen Bozheng definitely won’t be able to pay back the 40,000 yuan he borrowed from me. Once he finds out he can’t pay back the money, I will immediately sue him,” said Boss Song.

Young Master Lin flicked his cigarette butt and yawned. "You'd better really have the ability. You were the one who said you wanted to show off, and that person was willing to give you the opportunity. If you can't do it, don't blame me for not giving you face."

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong!" Boss Song patted his chest to assure him.

The music in the dance hall changed, and Young Master Lin took a girl up to dance. Boss Song called over a waiter, ordered a fruit platter and snacks, and instructed the waiter, "Take good care of Young Master Lin!"

The waiter nodded repeatedly.

Old Song looked at Young Master Lin, who was dancing with his big belly in the dance hall, and his eyes darkened. After leaving the dance hall, he spat on the ground.

"What Young Master Lin? He's just relying on his father being an official. If he weren't lucky, he wouldn't even be qualified to be my underling."

His underlings drove up, and Boss Song got in, lit a cigarette, and wondered who this young master Lin was talking about was.

He had investigated Chen Bozheng. Chen Bozheng was an orphan and had little opportunity to come into contact with those second-generation rich kids. Besides, if those second-generation rich kids really wanted to mess with someone, they had plenty of ways to do so. Why go to such lengths to send someone to jail?