Chapter 36 The Thirty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away The Thirty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 36 The Thirty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away The Thirty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away...

"Put this cake in the refrigerator first, and get some ice cream for the kids to eat. Sister-in-law, take some out and share it with the little ones in the other rooms."

Jiang Mu couldn't bear to eat the cake, as it wasn't cheap. The ice cream, however, was fine with her. Although it was ice cream from the Jinjiang Hotel, Shanghai was a very wealthy place, and food stores had dedicated cold drink sections. A simple Da Guangming ice cream bar and an enamel plate were enough for the family of four to enjoy a bite each.

This thing is not rare for Shanghainese.

The older sister-in-law agreed, first giving a bowl to each of the two children, and then taking the ice cream bucket out to distribute the ice cream, which delighted the children.

Although we can afford it, no family can eat it every day. At most, we can only have it a few times when our parents have money.

We're really enjoying a delicious meal right now.

"Xiaohan, sit down." Father Jiang was much more restrained than when he was at the hotel, and not as flamboyant as before.

Jiang Zihan found a stool and sat down, her lips pursed.

Mr. Jiang said, "Did I embarrass you at the restaurant just now?"

“Dad, she’s not that…” Jiang Ziling’s scalp tingled. Her father and daughter, Jiang Zihan, had the same personality—both were equally troublesome.

They also care a lot about their reputation.

"Let her speak," said Father Jiang. "She dared to run away secretly for more than two years. Does she not even know how to speak now?"

Jiang Zihan raised her chin. "Dad, since you're the one asking, I'll just say it directly. You were really too formal at the dinner just now. Miss Wen didn't say much; we were all just focused on listening to you."

Father Jiang snorted, "If you ask me, you're still too green to be here."

"How am I considered too inexperienced?" Jiang Zihan retorted angrily.

Mr. Jiang said, “Although I’ve been around for so many years and haven’t made a name for myself, I’m still an old fox. I’ve figured it out. Miss Wen is a person with substance and ability. She’s knowledgeable, tolerant, and not a nouveau riche who’s just putting on a show. You can only have a future working with a boss like that.”

Jiang Ziling and the others then realized that Jiang's father had this plan.

Jiang's mother said, "Well, you've got some cunning about you. I never would have guessed."

"Hmph." Father Jiang snorted with a hint of smugness and said to Jiang Zihan, "I'm telling you too, follow Miss Wen and do your job well, do more and talk less, understand?"

...

"Is everything really alright in Beijing lately?" Wen Chan asked, holding her mobile phone and looking at the stock prices that Fatty and the others had inquired about.

Stock trading is not yet legalized, but stock prices on the black market change daily.

Yesterday, a vacuum tube cost 310, but today it has dropped to 290.

Wen Chan had the hotel provide a whiteboard, on which she drew candlestick charts depicting the rise and fall of stocks. The candlestick charts terrified Zhao Dan.

These ups and downs are truly terrifying.

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "What could possibly happen? It's a little troublesome, but it's alright."

"It's really alright, don't be shy with me," Wen Chan said.

She leaned against the wall, watching the bustling traffic on the overpass outside, a hint of concern on her face. Chen Bozheng could feel this concern even through the phone.

His lips moved as if he was about to say something.

Lin Zhiyong rushed in from outside, panting and sweating profusely despite the freezing winter weather. "Zhengzi, I found out, our documents haven't been signed yet!"

Chen Bo was secretly delighted. He gestured to Lin Zhiyong and then said to Wen Chan, "I have something to take care of, but it won't have a big impact. I'll let you know when I have the results. Isn't tomorrow the day your exchange is established? I wish you great success."

Wen Chan chuckled, "That's such a cliché. Fine, I wish you all the best too."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Bozheng immediately stood up. "Is that well-connected old man from Guangdong you mentioned still in Beijing?"

"He's here, of course he's here!" Lin Zhiyong was taken aback. "Why are you looking for him? That guy from Guangdong has quite an appetite."

Chen Bozheng said, "I'm not afraid of having big ambitions, as long as we can get things done."

He picked up a bag next to him, which was full of cigarettes and alcohol. "Let's go find Sun Yongping first."

"Hey, that's strange. Why are you still looking for him? That bastard's behavior is clearly disgusting." Lin Zhiyong took the bag while cursing, his face full of indignation. "He promised us everything before, but the documents weren't even stamped yet. Guess what happened yesterday with that young master Lin? I asked around at the investment bureau, and they said all the procedures were completed this morning. Damn it, it's true that having connections in the government makes things easier. I've never seen anything go so smoothly."

"Alright, stop yelling. It won't change anything if you keep yelling." Chen Bo kicked Lin Zhiyong. "We sent him the stuff to make him slow down our progress."

Lin Zhiyong initially thought he had misheard and subconsciously agreed. After taking a few steps, he suddenly realized something was wrong, exclaimed "Ah!", and turned to look at Chen Bozheng: "What, are you dragging us along? You...you're not wrong, are you?"

Chen Bozheng said, "I'm not wrong. That young master Lin is clearly after our auto repair shop. That bastard must have some connections. I'm planning to build the auto repair shop in a different location. If this news gets out, that bastard will definitely follow us. So, let's do a feint and let them think we're really going to continue building the factory there. In reality, we're going to move it to a different location."

After hearing Chen Bozheng's words, Lin Zhiyong thought for a moment, then gave Chen Bozheng a thumbs up, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

A well-connected person from Guangdong is called Guangrenhe.

His name is very elegant, but he is a middle-aged man who has gained weight and looks no different from any other passerby on the street.

Chen Bo was somewhat surprised when he saw him and glanced at Lin Zhiyong.

Guangren smiled and invited them to sit down. "Sit down. The singer at this music cafe this afternoon is quite good. Would you like to request a song?"

Music tea houses are a trendy thing that has come from Guangdong in recent years. You can listen to music while drinking tea and eating snacks, and there are also young girls selling flowers.

The sight of these three grown men sitting here really seems a bit out of place.

Fortunately, the teahouse was nearly empty at this time, with only a handful of people.

"You're too kind," Chen Bo said, glancing at the song list handed to him. He felt it was burning his hands. How could a song cost ten yuan here? Why not just rob people?

"Please order whatever you like. I don't listen to music much, so I don't know what songs are popular now."

"Then let's order 'When Things Change,' Cantonese songs still sound the best," Guangren said, gesturing for the waiter to come and take the order.

Guangren ordered some more tea and snacks before turning to Chen Bozheng, "Brother Yong said you were looking for me. I wonder what kind of help you have, Mr. Chen?"

"What's there to talk about? You're the one who should be taking care of us." Chen Bozheng handed over a Zhonghua cigarette.

Guangren casually stuffed his cigarette back into his hand, took the cigarette, and lit one. "Mr. Chen, you're joking. Who in Beijing doesn't know that you, Mr. Chen, have made a fortune this year? You're even building a factory to do auto repair. At your age, you're truly a young hero."

"Don't make fun of me. I'm old enough to be married and have kids. I'm not a teenager anymore," Chen Bozheng said self-deprecatingly. "But you, Boss Guang, have a lot of connections and lots of money. I heard you bought several apartments in the Asian Games Village?"

"Just a few houses," Guangren said modestly, "only one or two."

Lin Zhiyong grimaced beside him.

One or two sets aren't enough.

There have been rumors about houses in the Asian Games Village being sold ever since the Asian Games ended. Recently, there was finally confirmation, but the prices are shockingly high. I heard that the price for foreigners is $1,400 per square meter, which is more than 6,000 yuan per square meter.

This is something that most people can't afford.

Whether or not they bought several properties, these people from Guangdong are exceptionally wealthy.

"Brother Guang is really capable. No wonder everyone in our underworld praises your business acumen," Chen Bozheng said.

Guangren smiled and said, "You're too kind. I don't think we're strangers. Mr. Chen came to see me this time because he needs me to make connections, or something else?"

Chen Bozheng didn't beat around the bush, "I'm looking for a place to build a car repair shop. I wonder if you have any friends in which district of Beijing who can help me make connections?"

Guangren asked, "How much do you plan to invest initially?"

Chen Bozheng bluntly stated, "It would cost around 100,000 yuan, and it would likely require land acquisition and bank loans. Ideally, the local government would have some financial strength."

Guang Renhe was not surprised by Chen Bozheng's words. Land mortgage loans were not uncommon. He said, "Does it have to be in the city?"

Lin Zhiyong clicked his tongue: "Where else can we go if not the city? To the countryside?"

"Hey." Guangren sat up straight and smiled. "Brother Yong, you're absolutely right. If you're willing to go to the countryside, I have a great recommendation."

"Where?" Chen Bozheng was initially a little resistant. The difference between the city and the countryside was huge. Not to mention anything else, it was far away, and it would be troublesome to travel back and forth every day.

But as soon as he had this thought, he changed his mind and realized that he didn't know what the place was like yet, so it would be inappropriate to make a judgment rashly.

Besides, they've just opened their mouths, so we can't just refuse them like that.

“If you’d like, after we finish our tea and snacks, I’ll drive you to have a look around.” Guangren picked up the Santana car keys next to him.

More than an hour later.

A black Santana drove into Yangcun.

Guangren greeted Chen Bozheng and Lin Zhiyong as they got out of the car, and kept greeting passersby along the way, "Xiao Liu, you're back."

"Yes, ma'am, is my grandpa home?"

“You’re at home. The village chief has been talking about you a lot these past few days. Why didn’t you come back after you went to Beijing?”

Lin Zhiyong pulled Guang Ren along, asking, "Is this your hometown?"

Guangren laughed and said, "Nonsense, this isn't my hometown. If I dared to drive you here, wouldn't I be afraid of being robbed of my car and money?"

Chen Bo thought to himself, "I knew it! How could Guang Ren be so bold as to take us on this journey after we've only just met?"

It's because he came to his hometown.

Guangren led the two of them to a single-story house. The house was made of brick and tile with white walls, and the interior was gleaming. Entering the east room, they found an old man sitting cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), wearing a military green padded jacket and smoking a pipe. Seeing them enter, he glanced at them briefly, then lowered his eyes again to watch the television. "You're back," he said. "I thought you'd died out there."