Chapter 38 Really Good Stuff
Wu Peng, clutching the gold, remained highly alert throughout the journey. He constantly felt someone was watching him. He discussed taking turns sleeping with Yang Liu. Yang Liu would sleep at night, and he would sleep during the day. While he slept, Yang Liu had to stay by his side and not be allowed to wander into other carriages.
"Too cautious, isn't he?" It's been so boring without a word on the way. He even has to keep watch over Peng while he's asleep. Anyone who didn't know better would think Peng was carrying gold. It's just a few thousand yuan; he wasn't this wary last time. Wait, including Hua Hua's money, how much did Peng and his group earn last time? No way, Peng wouldn't have carried ten thousand yuan, would he?
Yang Liu stared wide-eyed in shock. "Brother, you won't bring it?" Yang Liu secretly raised a hand.
"Stop talking nonsense. You better watch out, or I'll kill you."
Yang Liu covered his mouth. It seemed it really was true. His brother Peng was a walking millionaire. His brother Peng was really daring, really daring to bring everyone out like that. What guts! Yang Liu was full of admiration.
"Don't worry, brother, I promise I'll keep a close watch on you, my eyes never straying." Yang Liu raised both hands in assurance.
Ever since Yang Liu learned that Wu Peng was traveling with a large group of people, he viewed everyone who passed through their area as having ill intentions. He treated Wu Peng like a piece of gold, guarding him closely.
Upon arriving in Shenzhen, Wu Peng, without even having a meal, asked Yang Liu to book a hotel room while he took the gold to cash out. He was always worried about not being able to deposit the money in a bank.
Wu Peng went to a gold shop and then to a small shop that specialized in buying and selling gold. The small shop surprisingly offered him 35 yuan per gram. This was higher than what he'd been offered in Beijing, and even higher than he'd expected. In the end, the gold coins sold for nearly 50,000 yuan.
"You're lucky, gold prices have gone up recently. Selling now is the right thing to do." This gold coin is pure, so he didn't try to negotiate the price down much. He's confident that gold prices will rise again next year. "You're looking to cash out and start a business, right? The policies are good now; money makes money, which is better than having dead gold stuck in your hands."
Wu Peng sold it; the boss didn't waste any more words, he was going to sell it anyway.
Wu Peng deposited all the money directly into his own account. There was no need for him to be so calculating with Hua Hua; his ancestral assets were all stored with Yao Fanghua, so what was wrong with her depositing this little bit of money with him?
He just put a layer of glue on the opening of the box. If it were him, even if it was coated with poison or welded shut, he would still try to open the box to take a look, let alone glue.
Having deposited the money, Wu Peng, carrying the bag of parts, went to find Big Back Hair in a menacing manner.
As it turned out, the man with the slicked-back hair wasn't there; his cousin said he'd gone to build a factory.
The younger cousin appeared happy but was secretly envious. His older cousin was truly wealthy and his business was developing so quickly. He hadn't even settled into this workshop yet, and his cousin had already built a factory. He wondered why his parents hadn't moved to the port city back then; perhaps he would be rolling in money by now.
Wu Peng picks his ear, "Big slicked-back hair, building a factory?"
My cousin with the slicked-back hair looks much more down-to-earth than he actually is; he's also a shy young man.
Wu Peng offered a cigarette to his younger cousin, "How long has your cousin been preparing? What's the process for setting up a factory here? What do you need to prepare?"
"Mr. Wu plans to stay and do business."
"Want me to introduce you to an expert? Three hundred yuan, all-inclusive training and errands, and I guarantee you'll get your business license quickly." My little cousin stared with his adorable eyes, practically begging for it.
"Where's the honesty? Where's the shyness? I misjudged him. He's a liar." Wu Peng turned and left. "I'll find out everything step by step!"
"Two hundred and fifty yuan!"
"two hundred!"
"Mr. Wu, don't go! Leave it to me. I'm somewhat of an expert. One hundred and fifty yuan is the lowest I can offer. Time is money. If you run it yourself, who knows how long it will take?"
I don't want to pay a single cent. I'll go ask the government for directions. Damn it, they want money for just asking for directions?
My younger cousin was dejected. Business was tough. He had originally planned to open a brokerage firm, but Mr. Wu's actions had dealt him a heavy blow.
The younger cousin's voice was a little downcast, "My cousin is planning to sell the workshop. If you're interested, I'll talk to him."
Wu Peng finally stopped in his tracks as he was about to leave.
"Your cousin is going to sell this workshop?"
"My cousin isn't building a factory anymore, so he doesn't need this place." The workshop's transfer information has already been posted.
Wu Peng turned back and offered his younger cousin a cigarette again, saying, "Come on, let me treat you to a drink." He also wanted to find out the bottom price.
The sign for the New World Dance Hall is bigger and brighter than the last time I visited.
My little cousin's eyes lit up as soon as he entered; it seems we made the right choice.
Wu Peng ordered two glasses of foreign liquor and two glasses of beer with great gusto. It's said that mixing them makes you get drunk faster.
Wu Peng didn't really know anything about alcohol; these little tricks were all experiences Yang Liu had learned from drinking. The fact that people tend to talk more when they're drunk was also something Yang Liu had observed, because that's exactly how he was.
"My cousin and I have been here twice. The bosses in Hong Kong love to spend money here. The owners of the nightclubs are making a fortune." The younger cousin was full of envy and extremely jealous.
Seeing his younger cousin looking at the hostesses in the other booths with envy, Wu Peng gritted his teeth inwardly, but on the surface he put on a show of affluence, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and gestured to the waiter.
He'd seen it all before; those slick-back-haired guys all talked like that. So dashing and confident, they naturally commanded respect. Wu Peng, with just one glance, was far more poised and natural than them, as if it were a natural talent. Moreover, he was now dressed in a shirt and trousers, his leather shoes gleaming, and with tens of thousands around his waist, he exuded confidence. He didn't need to put on an act anymore.
Two hostesses quickly sat down on either side of Wu Peng, one on each side. With a single glance from Wu Peng, the girl next to him also sat down next to his younger cousin.
"Boss, you're so young! Boss, you're so handsome! Where are you from, boss?"
My little cousin was surrounded by soft touches on both sides, and the sweet, coquettish voices whispering "boss" in his ear, making him dizzy.
"Me, my cousin is a big boss in Hong Kong."
"So he's a big boss from Hong Kong!" the hostess exclaimed.
My little cousin felt the touch around him getting closer and tighter. He felt even more dizzy.
After taking a sip of the wine handed to him from the left, and then a glass of wine handed to him from the right, the little cousin's cheeks flushed red.
“My brother is incredibly wealthy. He runs a huge business in the port city. He can come here to build factories and throw money around without batting an eye…”
Whether it was from drinking or from being coaxed and pampered by the female escorts, my little cousin became quite drunk and started talking a lot.
He used to only know that the guy with the slicked-back hair was named Peter Hsu and that his younger cousin's surname was Chen. Now he knows that his younger cousin's name is Chen Cheng and the guy with the slicked-back hair is named Hsu Tsung-wei.
The younger cousin not only talked about how rich his older cousin's family was, but also sadly recounted how his older cousin's parents went to Hong Kong. He wondered why his parents didn't know how to smuggle themselves there. His voice choked up, clearly showing his genuine frustration and resentment.
Upon hearing the crucial point, Wu Peng immediately waved and ordered two more glasses of wine.
“You have no idea how rich Hong Kong is. My brother isn’t just about money. With his Hong Kong status, he’s treated with great respect when doing business here. It’s incredibly smooth for him. I’m not exaggerating. He’s treated like royalty wherever he goes.”
My little cousin hugged the girl next to him and touched another girl's hand, looking incredibly pleased with himself. I whispered to you, "When they do the same thing, they arrest everyone else but not my cousin. Isn't that amazing?"
The drinks Wu Peng ordered mostly ended up in the stomachs of his younger cousin and the two girls who were drinking with him. He only drank one glass to pretend to drink. That night, his younger cousin was so charmed by the sweet voices that he got hard several times and kept talking nonstop.
Wu Peng smoked one cigarette after another. He listened, he really listened, especially the part about not being arrested, which was too tempting for someone who had been arrested before.
Oh, so this is really good stuff.
Having a Hong Kong identity is truly a wonderful thing.
He must have it.
He felt that instead of rushing to set up the company and buy trucks, he should find a way to go to Hong Kong and get a Hong Kong identity.
He wants to become a resident of the port city, so that even if policies change in the future, it will still be a protective shield.
Honestly, he'd be nervous if he were really asked to drive a truck back. It's too high-profile; he's afraid of being checked, even more afraid of being arrested. No matter how good the policy sounds, he still has a psychological shadow around his mind.
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