Ten days after Weather Construction Company was officially established, they should have received their first business order since opening.

This business was arranged by Murong Jie, and to put it bluntly, it was actually brought to him by Cheng Dao's fame.

That day, Murong Jie happened to go and change the water in You Chengdao's fish tank. The two of them were busy with their sleeves rolled up when You Chengdao's cell phone rang. It was a man's voice on the other end. It was a little low at first. He carefully confirmed the identity, and after learning that it was You Chengdao himself, his tone softened instantly, and even had a hint of pleading.

The man called himself "Mr. Fan" and said that he was the owner of a leather factory in the next city. He had heard of You Chengdao's name for a long time, so he wanted him to help him connect with a business deal.

The content was simple, and the amount was not large. They said they were in urgent need of a batch of replica brand-name handbags and suitcases. The quality didn't matter, the only requirement was that they had to be fast and cheap. They didn't have to be too realistic, but they also had to be so fake that they were easily noticeable.

Mr. Fan's demand for the goods is not large, and the original cost of the goods is only 100,000 yuan, which also includes 5,000 yuan of hard work fee for You Chengdao.

For a big shot like You Chengdao, this kind of business was like a tiger seeing a mosquito; it was completely insignificant. Remember, before he retired, he helped Daqin Group and Wenshan Commerce negotiate deals with various bosses, sometimes earning him a hundred thousand yuan in rewards alone! A mere five thousand yuan was like a slap in the face.

Not to mention that You Chengdao has now completely retired from the world and no longer does the business of building bridges. Even if he did, he would never accept an order that is not worthy of his status.

So he immediately refused and said in a deep voice, "Since you know my identity and contact information, you should know that I retired a few years ago. If you want to act as a matchmaker, find someone else to lead the way."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Originally thought it was just a small episode, but that afternoon, You Chengdao was sitting in the study telling Murong Jie about some things that happened when he was a rope head in his youth, when someone suddenly knocked on the door. Murong Jie opened it and saw a middle-aged man in sportswear with dark skin in front of him.

The man was covered in sweat and had a luggage bag on his back. He was still breathing heavily when he opened the door. It seemed that he had been running around a lot.

Seeing Murong Jie, the man's face suddenly revealed a hint of disappointment. After a pause, he asked tentatively, "I want to ask, is this You Chengdao's home?"

At this moment, You Chengdao was sitting not far from the inner room. Having been a rope-maker for many years, he was very sensitive to all external information and his memory was trained to be different from that of ordinary people. Even though he was gradually getting old, some habits were deeply engraved in his bones and would not change.

After listening to what the man said superficially, You Chengdao immediately confirmed that this was Mr. Fan who had called him in the morning to arrange a purchase for him, so he called Murong Jie and asked him to come in.

Sitting face to face, You Chengdao asked Murong Jie to pour him a glass of water and said, "I don't know how you found this place, but I made it very clear on the phone this morning. I have already withdrawn from the circle for many years and no longer participate in its trivial matters. The relevant resources in my hands have almost been lost.

No matter what business you want to do, it's not the right time to come to me. Drink this glass of water and take a good rest. While it's still early, think of another way."

The man was stunned by these few words. Seeing that he had already been recognized by You Chengdao despite having only just met him for the first time, his eyes immediately showed more respect. Without waiting for You Chengdao to get up and leave, he knelt down with a thump: "Mr. You, I know you've retired, but I'm really desperate. Please do me a favor and help me this time..."

You Chengdao remained resolute and replied, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but there are many issues involved in this matter. My retirement is just one of them, and the many situations on your side make it difficult for me to intervene."

First of all, you and I don’t know each other, and looking at the age difference, I was at the peak of my career and you were still a child. How did you get my contact information and even find my address?

Secondly, you said you are the boss of a leather factory. But since you have a leather factory, why don’t you buy raw materials and produce inventory yourself, but come to me for procurement?

In addition, I am not afraid of you getting angry. Judging from your facial features, you don’t look like a boss at all, and your aura does not have the calmness and stability of a boss.

Even though we're sitting face to face, you still refuse to tell me the truth. Put yourself in my shoes and think about it: would you dare to take on such a shady and unreliable business?"

The man was stunned by what he heard, his face filled with disbelief. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Murong Jie, who was listening to the entire thing, was completely enlightened. He finally understood with his own eyes the extraordinary qualities of You Chengdao as a veteran.

It was as if he had developed a pair of sharp eyes, coupled with his extraordinary memory and meticulous logical analysis, when facing these young people, he could see through them at a glance, and nothing could be concealed!

You Chengdao reached out and helped the man up. "And the most important thing is, since you were able to find me, no matter what channel you used, you must have some understanding of my habits. You should know that many years ago, I wouldn't even consider a business with a payment of less than 500,000 yuan and a commission of less than 50,000 yuan.

The 100,000 yuan in your backpack might not even be enough for me to go on vacation, so how can you use it to start a business?"

The man stood there stunned for a full half minute before finally recovering from his shock. He slumped down to his knees again and said, "Mr. You, I'm really at my wit's end. I'm telling you the truth, I'm begging you to have mercy on me and help me!"

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