On the day of the move, an aunt from the same village came to join in the fun, and the neighbors also greeted her warmly.

Actually, there wasn't much to move. Besides a small 14-inch color TV, three suitcases of clothes, bowls, chopsticks, blankets, and other necessary miscellaneous items, there were some books. Everything else was either thrown away, given away, or sold, and it was all gone in no time.

This was Zhang Guodong's idea.

Everything is available over there; basically, you just need to go there.

Ye Cuihua, though heartbroken, scolded Zhang Guodong for being a spendthrift, but she had no choice. Despite her distress, Zhang Zhengrong agreed. Those things ended up benefiting the villagers and neighbors.

"It cost a lot of money to buy, but it's not worth much when we sell it!" Ye Cuihua sighed, holding the hand of her fellow villager. They had lived together for three years, and although the distance wasn't far, it wasn't as convenient as staying in the same village.

The local auntie laughed and said, "You have a good son, you're enjoying the good life. These things aren't worth much. Out with the old, in with the new!"

She had also heard that the Zhang family had moved to a living room, and she was somewhat envious. In fact, her fellow villager's family ran a pancake shop and had ten times more savings than Zhang Guodong's family, easily over ten thousand yuan.

Ye Cuihua was secretly pleased, but said with dissatisfaction, "What do you mean by enjoying life? This kid is just a spendthrift, throwing away perfectly good things! I'm leaving now, here's my phone number, keep in touch!"

After getting into the moving company's truck, Zhang Guodong and his family left the village, but in reality, they were starting a much bigger stage.

Upon arriving at the district telecommunications bureau's residential compound, they moved their belongings upstairs. The elderly couple stayed in the master bedroom, while Zhang Guodong casually chose a slightly smaller guest room. He then rearranged the new home and familiarized himself with the furnishings, teaching them step by step, which took a whole day.

Ye Cuihua loved her new home and was all smiles, but she kept complaining: "The rent is too expensive, and then there are the water and electricity bills, property management fees, heating fees, and so on. It's probably more than a thousand a month, not including living expenses!"

In fact, Zhang Guodong paid the rent and property management fee for a year, which was the biggest expense. Water and electricity fees were capped at 200 yuan a month. With living expenses added, he didn't spend more than 800 yuan a month.

Zhang Guodong immediately assured her, "Mom, don't worry, I'll hand over two hundred yuan every day. You can spend it however you like!"

This made Ye Cuihua very happy. Zhang Zhengrong, seeing the two talking like this, simply turned his head away and pretended not to hear. It felt like they were dividing up spoils.

On the new day, Zhang Guodong took the opportunity to set up a landline for his new home and bought Zhang Zhengrong a mobile phone worth about a thousand yuan. He finally got to get busy with his own affairs.

I've spent a lot of money these past few days; ten thousand yuan just vanished like that.

He only had a little over 8,000 yuan left in his bank account, including his income from the past few days.

That old, dilapidated pedicab was sold, and now I have to buy a new means of transportation. I want to buy a four-wheel drive truck, but the price is outrageous. A two-ton truck with two rows of seats in the front and a small cargo bed costs 38,000 yuan.

Zhang Guodong was short of money; he couldn't even afford half of the 38,000 yuan he needed, so he had to keep earning money.

With 800 yuan on him, Zhang Guodong went to the used car and vehicle market. There were electric tricycles, all freshly painted and electrically powered. He looked around for a long time, but still thought they were too expensive and not worth it. A brand new one could be bought for a little over 1,200 yuan, but these used ones were 800 yuan.

Zhang Guodong shook his head, and the short shopkeeper said, "Young man, this is 90% new, used for less than a month, 800 is not expensive!"

"You can't find even 80% of the refurbished ones out there, let alone 90%! Six hundred, fixed price!" Although Zhang Guodong didn't know much about the market, he wasn't stupid; the profit margin in the secondhand market was considerable.

The short shopkeeper's face twisted into a deep furrow upon hearing this: "Young man, are you buying this or sabotaging me? Such a nice car, and a brand name one at that, and you're cutting the price by two hundred with just a few words? I don't even have enough to cover my costs! Seven hundred and fifty!"

"Then forget it!" | Zhang Guodong stopped talking if they couldn't reach an agreement.

"Old Wang, what's so ruthless about it?" Just then, a man with a buzz cut, in his thirties, very tall, walked by. He was wearing an expensive fur coat and a thick gold chain around his neck. A mature woman was wrapped around his arm; she was voluptuous, also dressed in expensive clothes, but with a seductive look in her eyes, and her makeup was a bit heavy. She also wore many accessories, especially large earrings.

As soon as Old Wang's short boss saw the newcomers, he immediately put on a smiling face and said, "It's Brother Jun and Sister Mei! What brings you here today? Come and have a smoke. The cigarettes aren't very good, but don't mind them!"

Zhang Guodong glanced at the man and thought to himself, "This guy's impressive. He's wearing such a thick gold chain around his neck, looking every bit the nouveau riche." Many people might now consider his appearance vulgar and crude.

Jun nodded, refusing Lao Wang's cigarette. He glanced at Zhang Guodong and said, "Lao Wang, don't be too ruthless in business. It's alright to take care of your little brother, isn't it?"

"No, since you've already asked, there's no problem at all!" Old Wang's expression immediately changed as he said to Zhang Guodong. "Young man, since Brother Jun is being so kind, I'll just take the cost price for this car, four hundred yuan!"

Zhang Guodong was stunned.

Jun Ge and Mei Jie watched Zhang Guodong with amusement. Seeing Zhang Guodong's surprise, they found it quite amusing. Jun Ge then said, "Young man, hurry up and pay up. We'll discuss a business deal with you later. Come to the police station at the vegetable wholesale market next door!"

After saying that, Brother Jun and Sister Mei left.

Zhang Guodong was still confused and puzzled, while Lao Wang seemed relieved, as if he was quite afraid of that "Brother Jun." However, he didn't rush to ask any questions.

Old Wang looked at Zhang Guodong with a wry smile and said, "Young man, since you know Brother Jun, why are you messing with me?"

It seemed somewhat blaming.

Zhang Guodong frowned and said, "Boss Wang, I don't know any Brother Jun. Who was that person just now?"

Old Wang, seeing that Zhang Guodong didn't seem to be lying, began to explain in detail. Zhang Guodong was taken aback, realizing that appearances can be deceiving!

That Brother Jun is no ordinary person; he's one of the owners of the large vegetable wholesale market next door, and also a shareholder in the used car market. Keep in mind that the wholesale market is a joint venture with the district government, as is the used car market. To be involved in such multi-million or even hundreds of millions of yuan worth of business, he's clearly no ordinary person. Furthermore, Brother Jun also owns numerous entertainment venues and restaurants.

Old Wang talked about Brother Jun's great abilities, but Zhang Guodong remained silent about Brother Jun's background, clearly extremely wary.

Zhang Guodong paid the money, got on his electric tricycle, and left the used car market.

He pondered how the other party knew him, and what business they could possibly have in common. What business could they possibly have to discuss? As Zhang Guodong thought this through, he arrived in Taoyuan, a sudden sense of unease creeping into his heart. Had someone discovered his secret?

Despite all his doubts, Zhang Guodong decided to keep the appointment and see for himself.

Police station at the vegetable wholesale market.

The police officers were driven out, but they dared not say anything to the boss. Inside, the man and the woman were still there. The woman was sitting in the man's lap, kissing him passionately, panting heavily, her seductive charm on full display.

To be honest, this woman is actually quite attractive.

After a long, drawn-out kiss, Sister Mei blushed and said coquettishly, "Are you trying to kill me? I can't breathe! Brother Jun, what were you talking about with that little brat?"

Snap!

"Ah!" Mei Jie felt a surge of heat as her fleshy buttocks were slapped, and she snuggled into Jun Ge's arms, her hands gripping his genitals tightly, becoming even more alluring.

"Sit down. Business at 'Da Ming Tang' has been declining lately, largely due to Chef Fei's departure. The quality of the dishes has dropped!" Brother Jun said, frowning.

Sister Mei exclaimed in surprise, "The fat chef is gone, can't we find another one?"

Jun glared at the woman and said, "Do you think it's so easy to find a national-level master chef? Like radishes scattered all over the ground? Don't even mention our Grand Hall, other five-star hotels might not have a national-level master chef!"

"If you ask me, I'd say we should just sell the hotel. Don't be fooled by its grand appearance; it doesn't make much money all year round. We even have to pay out of pocket to please them and always feel inferior!" Sister Mei said, pursing her lips.

"Long-headed and short-sighted!" Brother Jun changed the subject. The shady dealings involved were best left unsaid; the hotel had to stay open. This society was full of intricacies, and the hotel played a vital role.

"However, I've thought of a solution!"

Mei Jie looked at Jun Ge with great suspicion and asked, "What method? It can't be related to that little brat, can it?"

"Hey, you guessed right!" Brother Jun said smugly. "That kid has been selling vegetables near this market for about half a month, charging twice as much as other vegetables, but people keep coming to buy them, and they're basically sold out every time! Do you know why?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the police station, and it was a police officer's underling: "Brother Jun, that kid is here!"

Sister Mei got up and sat down, watching silently. Brother Jun said, "Please come in, young man!"

Zhang Guodong heard the loud voice from outside, but he was clearly very wary of this "Brother Jun." Taoyuan was his personal secret, and he absolutely couldn't let a second person know about it.

"Haha, little brother, you're here! Have a seat! Don't be nervous!" Brother Jun warmly put his arm around Zhang Guodong's shoulder, ushered him in, and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Guodong didn't sit down but asked directly, "I wonder what business you have with me?"

Zhang Guodong didn't sit down, showing great wariness. Brother Jun didn't mind and went straight to the point: "I'm here to discuss a business deal with you. From now on, sell all your vegetables to me!"

How domineering! Zhang Guodong felt a sense of relief; it turned out they were here to discuss business. However, he was also somewhat dissatisfied. But as long as the price was right, there was no need to argue about money; harmony brings wealth, after all.

"As for the price? I only sell two kinds of vegetables now, and in small quantities. If I were to sell them, I could only give you four-fifths of the price, which wouldn't be fair to some of my regular customers!" Zhang Guodong offered his opinion calmly.

While speaking, I observed the other person. The other person's brow furrowed slightly, but then relaxed.

"Four-fifths?" Brother Jun pondered, somewhat displeased.

Zhang Guodong explained, "Because the scale is very small, we can only harvest about 70 jin of tomatoes and 50 jin of green peppers every day. That's the total yield! About four-fifths of that is, 55 jin of tomatoes and 35 jin of green peppers!"

"There seems to be a limited selection. Are there any other kinds?" Brother Jun nodded, his expression improving considerably. The amount of food was indeed small; the hotel could easily afford it, but the variety was limited—only two types.

Zhang Guodong shook his head, feeling helpless.

The space inside Peach Blossom Spring is limited, and due to limited conditions, this is the best we can do.

"This is the total output, that's all we can provide. And with the north covered in ice and snow, this is already the limit!" Zhang Guodong said.

"Alright then, it'll be as you said, 55 jin of tomatoes and 35 jin of green peppers every day!" Brother Jun waved his hand, settling the matter. "Let's sign a contract to settle this!"

"Wait, let's agree on the price first, and I don't plan to sign this contract!" Zhang Guodong said hurriedly.

Jun Ge's brow twitched, his face turned cold, and he said, "Kid, are you joking?"

“The price of vegetables supplied to hotels and the price at retail are naturally different, so this price must be renegotiated. As for not signing a contract, I cannot guarantee a daily supply; I can only supply as much as possible. I can’t tie myself to one place and not be able to go anywhere! Of course, I will not supply any other hotels except yours during the cooperation period!” Zhang Guodong said stubbornly.

"Pfft!" Sister Mei burst out laughing.

That laugh dispelled the tension.

"Okay, we'll do it your way!" Brother Jun looked at Zhang Guodong for a while before saying, "I hope we have a pleasant cooperation. You can't sell it to any other hotel besides mine!"

In the end, Jun Ge compromised, only signing a cooperation agreement as a formality. This was a trivial matter for him; his business was too large to concern him with such a small thing. It just so happened that he happened to witness Zhang Guodong selling vegetables!

The agreement was not legally binding. Zhang Guodong supplied 'Da Mingtang' with 55 jin of tomatoes and 35 jin of large green peppers every day, at a price of 20 and 30 yuan per jin. In case of special circumstances, Da Mingtang had to be notified in advance.