Chapter 75: People Who Do Not Surrender to Fate

On the 20th day of the first lunar month, the lanterns on the streets of Qingshui County began to be taken down.

This also means that the Spring Festival of 1982 is completely over, and the workers in factories and mines should put aside their laziness during the holidays and cheer up to devote themselves to the great cause of building the four modernizations.

Li Ye turned left and right, avoiding the workers who were dismantling the pipe rack, and walked forward with a frown on his face.

There have been nothing but troubles these past two days, making him very unhappy.

First, the matter of stepmother Han Chunmei buying out the pension money fermented faster than Li Ye had imagined.

In just a few days, the news spread among relatives and friends, and many people laughed at Han Chunmei and the Li family.

A married girl is like spilled water. The original betrothal gift of 60 yuan was already high enough, and now she is being sold again. Are you made of gold?

The poor woman cried so hard that she didn't even dare to go to class. She always felt like someone was poking her spine from behind and her ears were buzzing with flies.

Li Ye thought he had a good plan, but the old man in his family ended up looking as gloomy as a rainy day, and Li Kaijian treated him with both nose and eye.

[It's all your fault. 】

Wonima.

A group of people who were slow to realize the situation had no idea that Li Ye was solving a big future trouble for his family.

The way of thinking of Li Kaijian and Li Zhongfa is still stuck in the thirty-year-long era of "low income gap". A factory director only earns a few dozen yuan more than an ordinary worker.

The workers pointed at the factory director's nose and cursed him, that was all.

But 80 years later, the problem is not poverty but inequality, and the concept of harmonious family ties will soon be put to a severe test.

Old Man Han and his family were so reluctant that they couldn't even give their own granddaughter breakfast. Is there any need to think about what kind of people they are?

No matter how much Li Ye talked, Li Zhongfa and Li Kaijian didn't believe it. The mangy dogs Li Ye had seen in his previous life could suck the blood of their relatives dry.

Blood is thicker than water, broken bones are connected by tendons. If you have eight million in your hand, your parents will kowtow to you, recall the past and think of the good times, and ask for one hundred thousand or eighty thousand from you.

What to do?

What will you do when your own brother kneels down in front of you and knocks his head loudly?

To buy out the family, you have to be ruthless. This time you have to make Han Chunmei completely give up. Otherwise, when the Li family becomes rich in the future, who knows what the Han family will do!

Given Han Chunmei's soft personality and Li Kaijian's wife-slave mentality, shouldn't Li Ye be cleaning up their butts all day long?

Li Ye didn't have the time to argue with the Han family, so he just attacked Han Chunmei.

Otherwise he would have just taken action the night before yesterday.

He beat up Han Xiaoxu's grandson, and then instigated the old Han family to start a group fight, which went straight to the hospital. The two families became complete enemies.

But if that were the case, would Han Chunmei be full of hatred towards the Han family like she is now?

You have sold your daughter!

No matter how much the Han family tries, it will be in vain as long as Han Chunmei doesn't agree. Even if Li Kaijian loves his young wife, he will not do anything to fill the hole.

After this incident, the Li family no longer acknowledged this relative.

Therefore, Han Chunmei's psychological transformation is the key.

Li Ye seemed to be dealing with Old Man Han, but in fact, he was forcing Han Chunmei.

Of course, if Han Chunmei could give up, the pain she is suffering now would be nothing. In the future, she would naturally understand how much blessings she had accumulated in several lifetimes to be able to follow Li Kaijian, a super potential stock, and what kind of life she has won for herself and her two daughters.

If Han Chunmei couldn't break off...she would be in more pain.

Li Ye is not a saint. He can spend a few thousand coins, but he can't shake the foundation of the Li family... hehe...

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Another worrying thing is Hao Jian and Jin Peng.

These two guys, along with their two younger brothers, Ergou and Sanshui, went to Guangdong Province on the third day of the Chinese New Year.

After settling down in Guangzhou on the seventh day of the first lunar month, I sent a telegram to Li Ye to let him know that I was safe. But there was no news until the nineteenth day of the first lunar month.

Li Ye originally thought that both of them had almost finished their work, and at least one of them should be coming back soon as planned.

But yesterday afternoon Li Ye received a telegram saying that the two guys had been working like headless flies and had made no progress in the past ten days. They had no choice but to ask Li Ye for urgent help.

[What a pair of fools, they don't know how to adapt, they don't know how to seek personal gain, and they even delayed their request for help for ten days. Fortunately, they met me, otherwise they would have been beaten to death on the beach sooner or later. ]

Li Ye cursed in his heart several times and walked into the Qingshui County Post and Telecommunications Bureau.

Seeing Li Ye coming in, the staff inside laughed and said, "Li Ye, you come here so often! How about we give you a title of non-staff employee?"

A few days ago, Li Ye came to send manuscripts, send telegrams, or collect royalties, and everyone knew him.

It was only after Teacher Ke returned that the letters and parcels traveling to and from the capital were handed over to her.

Li Ye took out a telegram draft and handed it over, saying, "Send a telegram today."

The telegraph operator took the manuscript and was stunned: "Are you sending a telegram? Not a letter? So many words will cost a lot of money!"

At that time, it cost seven cents for one word in a telegram, and three words could buy a pound of rice. People tried to write less when sending telegrams, but Li Ye did the same, sending it almost the same as writing a letter.

Li Ye confirmed: "It was a telegram sent to Yangcheng."

"Yangcheng?" The telegraph operator suddenly remembered something and asked, "Yesterday there was a telegram from Yangcheng about you. Are you submitting your article to Yangcheng again?"

Li Ye smiled and said, "No, a pen pal."

"Wow, you're chatting with your pen pal by telegram? You're really in a hurry."

The telegraph operator smiled and took Li Ye's telegram to send it.

The "pen pals" in the 1980s were like the first batch of netizens in later generations. They were really fashionable, and there were real ladies from noble families on the Internet, unlike later generations, where they were either dinosaurs or scams.

But when we chat with pen pals, we basically do it through letters. It's really "impatient" to send hundreds of words via telegram.

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Hao Jian and Jin Peng were very anxious.

The two of them, along with a "little brother" Sanshui, squatted outside the Yangcheng Clothing Wholesale Market, watching the vehicles and vendors coming in and out, as if they were watching batches of RMB slipping away quickly before their eyes.

"Brother Peng, what should we do? Why don't we try somewhere else? Guangdong Province is so big, and it's not the only place that has clothing wholesale."

"You know nothing. This is the provincial capital. Even the big-capped officials can't get things done here. So you go somewhere else. Don't you think you've been cheated enough?"

"I'm just talking about three cobblers. I'm also anxious."

Hao Jian glanced at Sanshui, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said nothing.

Sanshui joined the group a few years ago. He is enterprising, but he is far inferior to Jin Peng. It would be unfair to say that he is a little stupid, but in today's environment in Yangcheng, his brain is of no use at all.

When the four people first arrived in Yangcheng, they were also eager to try and full of confidence, thinking that they could get a large batch of good goods in three to five days, and then send them on the train back to Qingshui County to make a fortune.

But reality taught them a good lesson.

East, south, west, north, and center, to make a fortune go to eastern Guangdong.

It will take a few years for this saying to spread across the country.

In early 1982, Guangzhou was not as open as it later became. Several clothing wholesale markets in Guangzhou had only been open for more than a year, and the business conditions were far from being as relaxed and open as Li Ye described.

Throughout the early 1980s, clothing and department stores were actually a seller's market in China. As long as the products were sold to Guangdong Province, they could make considerable profits even if they were sold a few hundred kilometers away.

So Hao Jian came here with money to buy goods and expected others to pick him up and deliver them to his destination?

Forget it. He has to compete with a bunch of local natives from Guangdong Province. They have started selling it in surrounding provinces several years ago. Hao Jian and others are just snatching food from the tiger's mouth.

Northerners call Southerners "Southern Barbarians" and Southerners call Northerners "Northern Barbarians". The business circle is extremely regional and outsiders cannot squeeze in at all.

The tin houses in the wholesale market may look simple, but many of them are agents with factory backing. They all have their own networks, such as the Huizhou Gang, and are extremely xenophobic.

People just don't take chicken feather dealers like Hao Jian and Jin Peng seriously. Even if Hao Jian tries to persuade them, the price they quote is still the retail price, which is too much.

The shops that were willing to talk to Hao Jian were full of mixed bag of people. Hao Jian approached several of them and paid nearly a thousand yuan in tuition fees before he realized that he had to stop the loss.

Otherwise, the 20,000 yuan capital might have been lost by now.

Moreover, Hao Jian was not a person who acted rashly. He went through the sales process carefully and found that even if they were lucky enough to get the goods together, transporting them back would be a big problem.

Because their letters of introduction are not good enough.

Their letter of introduction was issued by the Qingshui County Grain Department. The wording was vague, and it seemed that they came to Yangcheng to purchase supplies.

Let’s not talk about how busy the railway consignment is right now. It doesn’t matter if you have to queue up, you don’t know when you’ll have to wait.

With just your letter of introduction from the food department, it would be fine if you checked in a few bags of luggage, such as rice, peanuts, and nuts, but you checked in thousands or tens of thousands of pieces of clothing?

You are kidding me! Do you really think that the iron man can tolerate sand in his eyes? Who is willing to take this responsibility?

But if we don't check in the goods, how can we expect four people to carry the goods worth 20,000 yuan to catch the train?

The Chaoshan people that Hao Jian met in the provincial capital of Dongshan were peddlers carrying large bags on their shoulders and carrying hundreds of pieces of clothing and general merchandise.

You can earn several dollars from one piece, and if you trade it once every one or two months, you can accumulate initial capital.

But it’s unrealistic to buy something worth 20,000 yuan.

You mean truck transportation?

Let's talk about whether the transport team will accept the order or not.

Even these days, there are long stretches of muddy roads on the national highways. There are all kinds of things along the 2,000-kilometer route.

It would be fine if you were hauling a truckload of machinery or something, but if you're hauling daily necessities like clothing, you probably won't be able to survive the night if you break down.

Let’s learn about why Yan Da happened in 1983 and the car bandits in 1982.

Hao Jian tried every possible means, hoping that wholesalers in the clothing market would help him solve the transportation problem, even if the price of the goods was a bit higher.

As a result, a bad guy who failed to cheat reported them, saying that they were scammers who made money out of nothing.

Fortunately, Hao Jian and others were staying in a regular hotel and had letters of introduction with official seals. The market management department did not have the spare time to do so, so they did not have to experience the pain of shedding tears behind bars.

If this happens in a few years and temporary residence permits become popular, we will be in big trouble!

But no matter how it is said, it was really hard to be a trader in early 1982!

"Brother, Brother Peng, there's a telegram coming, there's a telegram from home!"

A thin young man ran from across the street, dodged the cars on the street nimbly, climbed over the guardrail and ran to Jin Peng and others in one breath.

This is Ergou. Like Jin Peng and Sanshui, he is an unemployed young man in Qingshui County who is bored to death. He came here to explore the world with Hao Jian and others with the dream of getting rich.

Yesterday, a telegram was sent to Li Ye at home. Today, Hao Jian asked Ergou to wait for news in the hotel, while he and Jin Peng continued to wait here for an opportunity.

When the telegram arrived, both of them stood up suddenly, full of anticipation.

At this point, they could only listen to the opinions of Li Ye, the major shareholder.

After all, Li Ye had said at the beginning that he had the final say on business matters.

Now it’s up to him whether to leave or stay!

Ergou handed the telegram to Jin Peng, but Jin Peng didn't take it. He pursed his lips and signaled him to give it to Hao Jian.

He has also realized in the past few days that Hao Jian is slightly better than him in some things, and Hao Jian is also the second largest shareholder, right?

Well, it's mainly because of the difference in educational level. Although both of them are junior high school students, Hao Jian is someone who can study newspapers after all. He is better than Jin Peng in text comprehension ability.

But this man who boasted that he could read about national affairs from the newspaper, took Li Ye's telegram and read it again and again, and finally sighed repeatedly.

Jin Peng angrily cursed: "What the hell are you sighing for! What on earth did the higher-ups say?"

Hao Jian smacked his lips and said, "He scolded us."

Jin Peng blinked and asked, "Then what? Nothing more?"

Hao Jian said: "Yes, he asked us to ask the locals for help."

Jin Peng was delighted and asked, "Who can you ask for help?"

Hao Jian shook his head: "I don't know, he asked us to find it ourselves."

"I"

Jin Peng snatched the telegram and read it twice, but only understood one sentence.

"It would be best to find someone who is not willing to succumb to fate, so that you can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Jin Peng asked blankly: "What does it mean to be someone who is unwilling to succumb to fate?"

Hao Jian lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and said intoxicatedly, "People like me."

“.”

Jin Peng, Ergou and Sanshui were all dumbfounded.

After a long time, Jin Peng let out a sigh, and his face almost looked like a stroke patient.

"That's a lot of work. It's hard to find someone as ugly as you."

(End of this chapter)