She came from an apocalypse, a world forsaken! She acquired an apocalyptic plane trading system, and only by trading with an apocalyptic plane could she survive.
To stay alive, she desperatel...
The knife in the man's hand was intercepted mid-air; a small, not-so-fair hand gripped the blade tightly.
There were screams from women and shouts from men, and a crowd quickly gathered. Clearly, everyone wanted to help, but their reaction was a bit slow.
Wu Tianqing arrived a step behind, but Yuan Zhuan had already snatched the cleaver away, though the trail of blood flowing from his palm was an eyesore.
"Young lady, your hand... quickly, go find a doctor to treat it." A kind-hearted uncle stepped forward to help Wu Tianqing hold down the man who was still struggling wildly on the ground, and did not forget to remind Yuan Zhuan.
"My God... what happened? Doctor, someone help!! Doctor, I'm bleeding so much!!"
"Help!"
Chaos erupted around the crowd. Some people called the police, others called for doctors for help, and some even punched and kicked the struggling madman on the ground, hating the man who was causing the disturbance.
Yuan Zhuan refused the crowd's enthusiasm, took out a handkerchief to cover his bleeding hand, and turned to disappear into the crowd with Wu Tianqing.
Once away from the crowd, Yuan Zhuan took his medicine, and the wound covered by the handkerchief healed quickly.
There are no magic pills, but the muscle-regenerating pill works.
"Master, shouldn't you clean your hands?" Wu Tianqing took out the energy water he carried with him, intending to clean Yuan Zhuan's wounds.
"It's alright now, look."
Looking at his perfectly intact hand after untying the handkerchief, Wu Tianqing was momentarily at a loss for words.
If it weren't for the dried bloodstains on his palm, he might have thought he was dreaming.
However, the bigwig he works with is never an ordinary person, so there's nothing surprising about that.
After mentally preparing himself, Wu Tianqing put away the energy water and silently followed.
Yuan Zhuan was of course unaware of Wu Tianqing's current psychological changes. Even if she had known, she wouldn't have thought anything of it. After all, this was perfectly normal for her, and there was no need to make a fuss about it.
Thinking of what had just happened at the hospital, Yuan Zhuan wasn't too worried. The doctor who had collapsed, though in danger, wouldn't die, so she left quite decisively.
In the days that followed, Yuan Zhuan lived a very ordinary life without too many worries. The exchange between the two planes quickly filled her vacancy, and the construction of the factory and office building was gradually coming to an end. The workload of security personnel steadily increased, and the clients were all expanded from Yang Ailan and Cao Nan (Cao Ming's older brother). Through word of mouth, more and more team members were sent out to carry out long-term missions. However, the people sent out by Yuan's Security would return once a month to replace them in order to avoid training gaps and physical deficiencies.
Cao Ming chose to locate the supermarket in the city center, leasing a three-story building with an area of 2,000 square meters on each floor, for a total area of over 6,000 square meters. Yuan Zhuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw it.
"Are you crazy? I just want to open a slightly larger self-service supermarket with everything." Just like in postmodern times, it would be divided into sections for grains and oils, vegetables, fruits, dried goods, condiments, seafood, etc. One floor would be 2,000 square meters, which would be enough space.
“Each section has a wider variety of products, and this space isn’t enough to hold them all. I even think it’s too small. This is the only building in the city that meets all my requirements. It has the right amount of foot traffic, the right amount of space, and convenient transportation. If we’re going to do something, we should do it big. If we’re stingy, people will laugh at us. Our supermarket also has a basement floor, which is a free gift. It’s perfect for warehouses…” Cao Ming spoke eloquently about his business acumen, and Yuan Zhuan couldn’t help but nod in agreement, as if it made perfect sense.
"The factory buildings in the industrial park should be ready for me at any time; I need to store my things." The exchange point is located in the industrial park, and the area is sufficient. If the quantity is insufficient, it can be transferred from the supermarket warehouse.
"I know, I know." Cao Ming nodded repeatedly, he had everything planned out.
"The property management company has already hired fifty security guards, and I plan to transfer ten of them to the supermarket to be responsible for security." Recently, one task after another has been put on the agenda. Cao Ming only shows up at night to give a report, and you can hardly see him during the day.
Along with Wen Xiangying's administrative department, which was also extremely busy, the recruited talents were arriving at their posts one after another in a fast and orderly manner.
Of course, setting up a company and opening a large supermarket will inevitably bring trouble, but there's Cao Nan and his wife here. In Beiyu City, Cao Nan may not be the absolute authority, but he's practically the one who has the final say.
Everything went so smoothly that Yuan Zhuan felt like he was in a dream, until after Yuan Zhuan finished his primary school entrance exam and was forcibly taken to the office by Cao Ming, where he read through the national expansion plan.
"Brother, I'm only a little over nine years old." Don't you feel guilty about exploiting child labor?
Yuan Zhuan's eyes twitched as she looked at the thick, over 300-page proposal in her hand. She already earned enough money, so why would she be so foolish as to try to expand her business?
"So?" Cao Ming looked at the absentee manager with a long face and a sinister expression.
When have you ever been tired? What have you done?
Yuan Zhuan: ...
“We don’t have much of a network of connections outside. Even if your brother’s influence extends outwards, opening up markets in other provinces and cities requires a lot of manpower, resources, and capital. We’ve made some money so far, but our savings aren’t enough to expand into other cities. It’s proving difficult. How about we wait a bit longer?” Yuan Zhuan tried to discuss the matter to avoid making a mistake and ending up back where we started.
"How long do you need to accumulate? Or rather, how long are you prepared to accumulate?" Cao Ming's expression improved; he could tell that Yuan Zhuan had given his plan serious thought.
"Three years, and I'll graduate from junior high. How about that?" In three years, she'll have plenty of time to discover talent.
Expansion can be accelerated by finding ways to do so, but finding good talent takes time. After all, Cao Ming's current team is pitifully small, and keeping the two subsidiaries under Yuan's Security running is already the limit of his energy.
"Yes. You can't go back on your word."
"I promise."
Regarding the security situation on Tenth Street, it's now handled by Yuan's Security. Each month, as long as each shop pays its security fee according to the original standards, Yuan's Security handles other management matters in cooperation with the community. The security situation is remarkably good. Even the thefts and vandalism that used to occur from time to time have disappeared. This is because even the thugs of those entertainment venues are prohibited from entering to spend money. Others who are not considered influential dare not show their faces, fearing that if they are discovered, their entire families will be expelled. You should know that Yuan's Security really will throw people out, along with the families of thugs. Some of these thugs, although not members of the group, are all native to the area. If they don't want to go back, they have to live a life of hiding their necks.
Yuan's security guards have become like gods in the hearts of the people of Shijie. During festivals, people would spontaneously bring food and red envelopes to the patrol team members.
Of course, the company prohibits giving red envelopes, but it's okay to accept them from others. They can be taken back to the company for unified distribution. The purpose is to create a harmonious environment and facilitate future management.
Safety concerns and increased foot traffic have led to frequent lease terminations in other neighborhoods, with more and more businesses and tenants moving into 10th Street. This is evident in the fact that Cao Ming's properties, which were originally 70% occupied, are now 100% occupied. As a result, the market price of properties on 10th Street has seen a slight increase, but there is a situation of high prices but low sales.
In the crowded bars of Tianzhu Street, young men and women swayed their hips, hugged each other, and clinked glasses, having a great time.
But for Mad Dog, this lively scene seemed out of place. He sat in the private room with a long face, as if someone owed him eight million.
Who told him to feel so aggrieved? He was truly aggrieved!
"Brother, Yuan's security is getting more and more arrogant. They've kicked our people out of the tenth block, even their families. They're not allowing anyone associated with us to enter. Isn't this going too far?"
Mad Dog took a puff of his cigar and didn't say anything.
Cao Ming of Yuan's Security had truly witnessed the other party's methods. He was brave and resourceful, and his men were each worth a hundred. His elder brother was also a business tycoon. How could a scoundrel like him possibly compete with him? He was completely outmatched.
In terms of both money and strength, there's no comparison!
"If Boss Jin says we can't go, then we won't go. Let them be arrogant. Someone will come and deal with them later."
"Who is it, boss? Is there anyone more powerful than Boss Jin?"
"Wang Jin will be back soon. This area will be under his jurisdiction from now on. That kid is cunning." With Cao Ming in trouble, he can just sit back and watch the show.
"Brother Jin? Really?" When did this happen?
"Just wait, it'll be over soon." Mad Dog and Pockmarked Man's faces were full of schadenfreude.
What goes around comes around! Let's see you get cocky first!