If we follow Su Mingchao's suggestion and expand the greenhouses to sell vegetables to Northeast China and abroad...

After that...

Su Jianguo thought for a moment and continued.

"That's how business works. In this era, it's either advance or fall behind. I think it's essential to go all out."

Now, we are at the forefront of the times.

To borrow a phrase from my previous life, Boss Jingdong said, "If you stand at the right place at the right time, even a pig can fly."

Su Jianguo is determined to seize this opportunity, expand and strengthen the business, and create new glories!

Wang Xiulan looked up at her husband and saw a long-lost radiance in his eyes.

She nodded gently.

"You can decide for yourself."

Outside the shop, the lanterns for the Lantern Festival have already been lit.

The bright red light shone through the windows into the store, adding a touch of warmth to the cold air.

The festivities of the Lantern Festival are gradually fading away.

The festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year in Beijing has also faded.

The red lanterns on the street were taken down one by one, and the Spring Festival couplets in front of each household were blown away by the wind.

Su Jianguo sat behind the counter of "Su's Vegetable Shop," his fingers clicking rapidly on the abacus.

"Honey, have you figured it out?"

Wang Xiulan brought over a cup of hot tea and gently placed it beside her husband.

Su Jianguo did not answer immediately, but continued to fiddle with the abacus beads.

After a while, Su Jianguo finally wrote down a number in the ledger, then let out a long sigh of relief and took a sip of tea.

"Sixty-three thousand seven hundred and fifty-two yuan and eight mao."

He put down his teacup, his voice calm but tinged with barely concealed excitement.

"This is our sales revenue for the past month, during the Chinese New Year period."

Wang Xiulan's hand trembled, and she almost knocked over the teacup.

"How many?"

She was shocked.

"More than 60,000?"

"Um."

Su Jianguo nodded and opened another ledger.

"After deducting costs such as labor, transportation, and spoilage, the net profit is just over fifty thousand."

He paused, then added.

"This is only because we were closed for a few days. If we were open every day, we could have earned even more."

Wang Xiulan slowly sat down, supporting herself against the counter; her face was somewhat pale.

This number far exceeded her expectations.

You should know that an ordinary worker's monthly salary is only thirty or forty yuan. Fifty thousand yuan is equivalent to a worker's income for a hundred years without eating or drinking!

"This...so much money..."

Wang Xiulan's voice was trembling.

"What should we do?"

Su Jianguo closed the ledger, thought about his future plans, and immediately expressed his opinion.

"Pay off the bank loan first."

The next morning.

Su Jianguo didn't go to the store. He got up early in the morning, ate breakfast, and then dragged a heavy canvas bag out from under the bed.

Wang Xiulan sewed the lining overnight to make sure no one would notice how much money she had.

"Are you really bringing that much cash?"

Wang Xiulan asked with a worried expression.

"How about we deposit a portion first?"

"Bring them all."

Su Jianguo patted the bulging canvas bag.

"I want to show Zhao Zhiqiang what kind of power his old classmate has now."

In the lobby of the Xicheng branch of Sijiucheng Bank, several staff members were idly sorting through receipts.

Business volume plummeted after the Lunar New Year, and the lobby was deserted.

Su Jianguo pushed open the door and entered.

He walked straight to the counter and spoke to a middle-aged man wearing glasses inside.

"Comrade, I'm looking for Zhao Zhiqiang."

The bespectacled man looked up and sized up Su Jianguo's clothes, then glanced at the bag in his hand, his tone indifferent.

"Manager Zhao is in a meeting. Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

Su Jianguo smiled.

"Just tell him that Su Jianguo is looking for him, and he will see me."

The bespectacled man pursed his lips, clearly not believing that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man could have any special background, but still slowly picked up the internal phone.

Less than three minutes later, Zhao Zhiqiang hurriedly ran down from the second floor, stretching out his hands from afar.

"Jianguo! You've finally arrived!"

Zhao Zhiqiang, Su Jianguo's old classmate, is the manager of this bank.

The last time the two met was in the autumn when Su Jianguo came to apply for a loan.

"Old Zhao, you look great."

Su Jianguo smiled and shook hands with his old classmate.

Zhao Zhiqiang pulled Su Jianguo upstairs.

"Come on, let's go to my office to talk."

As he passed the counter, he gave the bespectacled man a wink.

"Xiao Wang, brew two cups of good tea."

Arrived at the office.

Zhao Zhiqiang hurriedly closed the office door.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the loan?"

Six months ago, it was Zhao Zhiqiang who helped Su Jianguo obtain a 10,000 yuan agricultural production loan to expand his vegetable greenhouse.

Although four barren mountains were used as collateral, Zhao Zhiqiang still took a lot of risks in this matter.

After all, ten thousand yuan is a considerable sum at this time.

Su Jianguo didn't say anything, but simply put the canvas bag on the desk, unzipped it, and revealed neatly stacked large denomination bills inside.

Zhao Zhiqiang's eyes widened instantly, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"This...this is..."

"fifty thousand."

Su Jianguo said it casually.

"Ten thousand of it was used to repay the loan, and the remaining forty thousand was deposited in a fixed-term deposit."

Zhao Zhiqiang suddenly stood up, quickly walked to the door, locked it from the inside, and then drew the curtains.

Zhao Zhiqiang then returned to the table, his voice trembling slightly.

"Old Su, what's wrong? Did you rob a bank?"

"Why rob a bank?"

Su Jianguo smiled.

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