Chapter 43 A Car Is Missing
Yang Liu stared at the truck, not daring to blink. His brother was truly audacious. He just dumped him and the truck there and left.
He stood guard over the car, his palms sweating nervously, especially when someone passed by and glanced at him a few times.
When Yang Liu finally saw Wu Peng arrive with Yao Fanghua, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He couldn't take it anymore, he really couldn't. He'd better just stay a good underling; he couldn't handle all this drastic stuff. His heart couldn't take it.
Wu Peng went to open the door.
On the way, Yao Fanghua took the key to the courtyard house and gave it to Wu Peng.
As soon as the door opened, Yang Liu perked up. Moving goods was a job he was good at, and he did it well.
The three of them carried the goods into the backyard main room one after another and arranged them in categories.
Wu Peng: "This refrigerator is for you, and you can keep one washing machine too."
Yao Fanghua nodded, "Sure, sure." If it weren't for her obsession with buying a washing machine that she designed and manufactured herself, she would have bought one long ago; she was truly fed up with washing clothes.
"There are still a few days left. Let's get rid of these goods before the New Year." The New Year is the best time to sell goods. "Starting tomorrow, Liu Zi, you and Wei Min go to the area around the building to set up a stall. Just like last time, set up two stalls. You can also pay one or two of your friends to help out."
As soon as Wu Peng explained, Yang Liu understood and nodded repeatedly.
"We mainly sell electronic watches, but we also have a few radios, tape recorders, and cameras on the table; we'll sell whatever we can."
Yang Liu nodded repeatedly. He was familiar with this job, and with Yao Weimin around, he wasn't intimidated even without Peng Ge. He could handle it.
"Bring your bedding over here. We'll be living here from now on."
"Hey!" Yang Liu grinned and responded loudly. This place, this environment, this house, this spaciousness—it's so much better than his own home. He doesn't have to squeeze into a room with his nephews anymore. His brother Peng is really good at hiding things; he even has such a nice house.
After seeing Yang Liu off, Wu Peng took out one of each of these items and invited Wang Huaizhi to dinner that evening, giving him one of each as a gift.
If we can establish connections with the shopping mall through Wang Huaizhi, we won't need to rely on Yao Fanghua's connections for now.
Wu Peng held the business card in his hand, tsk, "Not owning a car really doesn't do justice to the status on this card." Wu Peng sighed; offering a business card while riding a bicycle felt beneath him. That slick-haired guy always drove around in a car; his power, his style, the way he handed over his card—that was real, undeniable authority. A car's function was more than just a car.
Putting aside everything else, even the gatekeeper at the Great World amusement park, when he saw Big Back Hair, he opened the door even wider and bent his waist even lower.
"Hua, our factory is still short of a car."
Yao Fanghua glared at Wu Peng, seeing his bitter face as he held up a business card, and knew what he was thinking. "Don't give me that. If you want to put on a show, you have to make money first. At worst, you can buy a car first." With so much stock, if things really went as Wu Peng said, they could double in value and make a lot of money. After a few rounds of trading, they could set aside some money to buy a decent car. Don't even think about getting her to invest more. No matter how much she invested, the contract couldn't really be changed to 30/70. If it were changed to 30/70, she wouldn't feel safe; she was afraid Wu Peng would abscond with the money and do it himself.
In the end, Wu Peng decided to drive his truck to the restaurant. He'd rather be high-profile than be low-class!
Sitting high on the truck, Yao Fanghua gripped the handrail tightly; the view was a bit frightening. "Are you a good driver? Safety first."
"Don't worry. It's fine." It really is alright now. Wu Peng didn't mention that he had only ever driven a tractor before, and that he only learned to drive it once from the seller before daring to try. At first, he kept stalling the engine, and the front of the tractor would lurch forward, scaring Yang Liu, who was in the passenger seat, so much that he turned pale, huddled up in a ball, and screamed. Yang Liu used to scream when he got in the tractor and vomit when he got out.
Yao Fanghua: "Just to have a meal, you're driving a big truck there?!"
Is this appropriate?
"Isn't this too high-profile? We Chinese value modesty. Won't this attract jealousy? What if someone tries to sabotage us? This business is just starting out." She only bought a house for a few thousand, and people are already scrutinizing her like this.
"What's with the 'reserved' attitude? Does being reserved stop others from being jealous? I think only when we become powerful, when they realize that jealousy is futile, will they naturally stop being jealous." When those people realize that no matter how much they curse, slander, or trip them up, all that bullshit and gossip can't hurt the person in the slightest, they'll naturally shut up and stop. When they realize they'll face retaliation, they'll naturally become even more timid. Jealousy is nothing; if you have the guts, crush him in the mud again. As long as he doesn't die, he's destined to be a superior person for life!
He refused to believe that all the wealthy people would be suppressed again. If that were the case, he would take Yao Fanghua to Hong Kong no matter what, to make a fortune there.
Wu Peng smoothly turned the steering wheel and made a turn, speaking eloquently to Yao Fanghua, "The key for us now is not to let people look down on us! Otherwise, business will be even more difficult. This is the momentum we need."
Look at this car, look at this business card, here comes the big boss.
He finally understood the advantages of having power and prestige. As the saying goes, everyone loves to add flowers to brocade, and there are always people to carry a glamorous sedan chair. Conversely, once you lose power and start to decline, it's like being thrown down a well or a collapsing stone wall, with everyone pushing you aside.
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