A few months ago, Wang Hua went to the south with a few hundred yuan in his pocket. His initial target was Guangzhou. After all, with Qian Qing as the first person to try it, Guangzhou's clothing and accessories were also well-known.
Wang Hua's idea was that if he didn't know what goods to import, he would just import some clothes, shoes and socks. Anyway, there must be many channels for importing goods in Yangcheng, so he would just choose the most popular ones. He would not be afraid of not getting back his investment.
The plan was good, but Wang Hua didn't know that he had been targeted since he got on the train.
There was nothing unusual about his attire, and he was not as stupid as Wan Zhenzhen, so he knew not to show off his wealth when he went out. A few hundred yuan was a lot of money at that time, and if it was stolen, where could he go to seek justice?
But the bad thing was that Wang Hua had never been out of the house, and he was used to being served by his wife at home. When he left, he didn't take any dry food with him, but took a big bag that his wife had prepared for him. The bag was issued by the factory, and it had the four characters "Northern Oilfield" written on it.
Oil fields! Those who have been on the train all year round immediately concluded that this is a man with a lot of wealth.
Stealing money on the train is the job of low-level pickpockets, but these people are different from pickpockets. They take the long view and catch the big fish.
Thus, Wang Hua fell into an elaborately woven trap.
First, a lame old man came with a young man and sat next to Wang Hua. The young man was extremely thin. Although he was taller than Wang Hua, he looked very frail.
Wang Hua immediately let down his guard when seeing these two sickly people.
Along the way, the father and son, who looked frail, repeatedly asked Wang Hua to help with small tasks, such as passing a bag, making way for the elderly, or helping them. Soon after lunchtime, the old man took out a can of food from his bag.
He opened it in front of Wang Hua, bought a few steamed buns from a passing food truck, and gave one to Wang Hua under the pretext of thanking him.
Since it was opened in front of him, Wang Hua took it without any doubt.
The old man gave half of the can of luncheon meat in his hand to Wang Hua. He scooped out the luncheon meat and sandwiched it between the torn bun. One bite of it made people feel infinitely satisfied.
As they ate, the two sides started chatting, and Wang Hua then realized that the two people were going to Pengcheng.
"Pengcheng..."
Wang Hua had also heard about the current development of Pengcheng. He heard that the buildings there were dozens of stories high and it was close to Hong Kong Island. Many people could swim all the way from the beach there to Hong Kong Island.
The old man laughed heartily and said, "Pengcheng is very lively. A new planning area has been drawn there, with many shops. My daughter works there, selling dual-card recorders. Now, she said she has bought a house there and asked me to bring her brother over to enjoy the good life there."
Wang Hua had never heard of a dual-card recorder. After the old man explained it, Wang Hua finally understood what it was.
There is actually something like a radio that can record sounds? !
Wang Hua felt that he had made the right decision to go out. Before he even arrived at the destination, he immediately discovered a way to make money.
"Master, can this dual-card recorder you mentioned be bought in Pengcheng?!"
Wang Huaminrui felt that this thing was the foundation of his fortune. Qian Qing's ability to sell clothes was nothing, they were all women's things. If he wanted to sell anything, he would sell big items like this!
The old man was a little embarrassed: "I don't know this either. How can my daughter tell me about her business?"
Wang Hua believed it even more now. If this person was a liar, he would definitely go along with it. How could he even claim that he didn't know?
"Master, let me go to Pengcheng with you! You and your son are both in poor health. I have relatives in Pengcheng anyway, so I'll go with you!"
Wang Hua didn't have any relatives at all, but it felt weird to say directly that he was just following them to purchase goods.
No matter what, he went to Pengcheng to order it! It was just a dual-card recorder? How could he not find a place to buy it if he brought money with him?
I followed these two people because I wanted to talk to them on the way. As for what happens after we get there, we'll talk about it later.
Wang Hua's plan was good, but the old man seemed to be frightened by him and kept refusing. When they arrived in Pengcheng, the old man took his son and ran away, as if he was afraid that Wang Hua was a bad guy.
He left, and Wang Hua didn't care. With the information he got from the old man, Wang Hua went straight to the largest market in Pengcheng to wholesale dual-card recorders.
"What? A dual-card recorder? That thing is so important, who can get it for you?"
"No, no!"
"One is over a hundred, can you afford it?"
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Such blows one after another almost wiped out Wang Hua's ambition.
At this time, he met a man who said he had stock, and took him to the warehouse to check out the goods. He took his man through many twists and turns and finally led Wang Hua to a half-developed construction site.
By the time Wang Hua realized something was wrong, it was too late. He was put into a sack, the money hidden in the lining of his clothes was searched out, and he was beaten.
Wang Hua had never suffered such a crime in his life. He was beaten and robbed. When he went to the police, they were helpless because he could not provide the other party's appearance or any clues.
Pengcheng is developing rapidly, and there are many outsiders. Some places are particularly chaotic, such as those unfinished buildings and those half-built buildings. You can often see gangs hanging around there. Locals don't go there for no reason. Wang Hua was taught a lesson and could only walk out of the police station empty-handed.
Now he has no money and can't stay in a hotel. Not to mention purchasing goods, even going home is a luxury.
His bag was also stolen, leaving him without even a few cents. Even if Wang Hua wanted to call back to the oil field to ask his family to transfer money, he couldn't do it. The introduction letter was in the stolen bag, so even if his family transferred money, he couldn't get it out without something to prove his identity.
Wang Hua was also unwilling. How could he go back after this call? Everyone knew that he had quit his job with great enthusiasm to make money in the industry. If he went back in disgrace and said that he was cheated, how would the people in the compound laugh at him?
Wang Hua squatted on the ground, covering his wounds, feeling an indescribable hatred in his heart.
He hated God for being unfair, hated his own bad fate, and even more hated Qian Qing and Zhou Hao for forcing him out of the oil field and putting him in this situation.
After the hatred came the harsh reality. In just two months, Wang Hua experienced all the hardships he had never experienced before.
I worked as a laborer on a construction site, carrying sand and mud for others. Every day, after eating a box lunch with bland soup, I went back to sleep in a dirty and messy shed. More than a dozen people could live in one shed. In the middle of the night, I was either woken up by the smell of people's feet or the sound of snoring.
After enduring two miserable months, I thought I could finally get my wages.
As a result, the contractor said that the money for building the house had not been paid, and the contractor hid everywhere, saying that the house had not been sold and there was no way to settle the payment.
In this way, you push me and I push you, and in the end a group of workers are left looking at each other in bewilderment.
A teenager spat viciously: "Damn it, I'm going to smash their company with rocks!"
Someone nearby advised: "It's useless, they have security guards. They said someone smashed it before, and ended up getting beaten up and paying for the medical treatment."
"It's ok to pay for the medical expenses! Damn, I can't get a penny now, so wouldn't that mean I've worked for nothing for two months?!"
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Everyone was extremely silent, and no one knew what to do. The contractor had obviously known that the other party would not pay unless the house was sold. He said a few words at first, but then he simply disappeared. These small workers were a mess, what else could they do?
Wang Hua stood numbly at the end of the crowd. These few months had worn away his spirit. Only at this moment did he realize how stable and happy life in the oil field was.
After a long while, Wang Hua turned and left. He had to ask for his salary, but what would he get if he followed these cowards?
Wang Hua spent the few dollars he had left to buy a knife. He looked at the cold blade and smiled sadly. He no longer thought about how he had been forced to this point, but now he just wanted to get his salary back.
As a result, when he went to look for someone with a knife in his pocket, he was stopped by an old man on the road.
The old man with a lame leg said in astonishment: "Hey, young man, why are you still in Pengcheng? Oh, this is..."
Wang Hua was taken to a noodle stall by the lame old man and had a meal.
The old man advised him, "Young man, don't be so pessimistic. You are only a few years old, and you have a long life ahead of you. You don't know how deep the water is here. There are many cases like this in Pengcheng. They are all people who build houses for nothing, and they owe money to others, and then they pay for materials and wages after the houses are built and sold. People from other places who come here to work would rather be paid less, but they have to settle accounts every day, otherwise they will not be able to get back the money they owe."
Wang Hua knew it now, but what was the use? It was too late.
The old man hesitated for a moment before saying, "How about this, my daughter is still in need of help, you can go over and help her, at least you can earn money for your trip home, be careful in the future and don't let others cheat you again."
After all the darkness, there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Wang Hua was so happy that he almost cried.
When Wang Hua realized what he was about to do, he broke out in a cold sweat. Did he really want to break the law?
After sending Wang Hua to his "daughter's" store, the lame old man lit a cigarette for himself, and immediately a thug came over and said, "Uncle Xiang, haven't we already taken all the money from him? Why did you send him to Sister Zhen? He's just a poor boy with no money... Is Southeast Asia looking for him again?"
Uncle Xiang's eyes were dark: "You know shit!"
Originally, they had already completed the job of dealing with Wang Hua, and Uncle Xiang had long forgotten about this man. If he had not seen him among the workers who were asking for their wages a few days ago, Uncle Xiang would have forgotten about this man long ago.
But after remembering Wang Hua, Uncle Xiang thought of Ah Zhen's recent urgent need for someone.
The introduction letter in Wang Hua's package clearly stated that this person came from the oil fields and came to the south to find a way to make a fortune. Isn't this a good fit?
Ah Zhen was in trouble because the last place of shipment had problems. She wanted a stable and reliable shipping point in the mainland, preferably one that could not be found. The oil field was good, and this person was born and raised there, so he was more concealed. Even if something went wrong, it was in the oil field. By the time the investigation reached Pengcheng, it would be too late.
"Let's go. Don't hang around your sister Zhen anymore. That guy might notice you again."
The minion nodded quickly. It was the thin young man next to Uncle Xiang on the train.
Uncle Xiang looked at the blood-stained Canyang, shook his head and left with his men.
*****
After Wang Hua returned to the compound, he gave gifts everywhere. He seemed to have improved a lot during this trip. He was not as "aloof" as before, or it could be said that he had become more tactful and incongruous.
Everyone in the compound watched Wang Hua grow up, so looking at him now feels a little uncomfortable.
But no matter how uncomfortable it is, the things Wang Hua sent are really good.
Chocolates with foreign language printed on the packaging, foreign wines of various colors, long and thin cigarettes...
Everything was something that no one in the compound had ever seen before. Wang Hua gave them to all the relatives and friends he was close to, even to his former leader, who he gave two bottles of wine to.
Li Hongmei looked at the two bottles of red wine and asked Zheng Xian: "He didn't tell me where he bought them from? This is foreign wine."
Foreign liquor is still hard to buy now. You can either buy it at a friendship store or at a designated place with a special ticket. Wang Hua has no job and no connections. Where does he get so many things that require foreign currency to buy?
Zheng Xian smiled bitterly and said, "If you ask, just say that it was bought from the south. Pengcheng is much more relaxed there, maybe it's different from here, there are no restrictions."
Li Hongmei still felt it was a bit strange, but she didn't know what to say.
Wang Hua is no longer an employee of the factory. Is it still possible to investigate his source of goods based on a little speculation?
So, after Wang Hua returned home, he first gave the shop a grand send-off, and then went to the hospital to pay the medical bills and redeem the shop.
Then he opened a shop called "Huazhen Tobacco and Liquor" and put a variety of foreign liquors and cigarettes on the shelves.
But although it sells cigarettes and alcohol, the store also has a lot of other things that take up a lot of space, even a dual-card recorder.
Wang Hua made a long banner and hung it directly at the door, officially announcing the opening of his Huazhen Tobacco and Liquor Store.
Qian Qing looked at the crowds of people at the entrance of Huazhen Tobacco and Liquor Store and felt something was wrong. Since Huazhen Tobacco and Liquor Store opened, her tobacco and liquor stand business has not been affected.
That's right. Although Wang Hua didn't list the price of cigarettes and alcohol, it's clear that they're not cheap. Ordinary workers still consume ordinary cigarettes and alcohol on weekdays. Only occasionally some leaders go to Wang Hua to get something, and some people from Y City come here after hearing the news.
But Qian Qing couldn't figure out where Wang Hua got the goods from. It was difficult to source tobacco and alcohol. The goods on her tobacco and alcohol stall were all second-hand goods from shops with relatively cheap purchase prices.
Wang Hua only had to go to the south to get such a suitable source of goods? And it looked like they were imported goods. How is this possible?
That night, after Zhou Hao returned home, Qian Qing told Zhou Hao about this incident.
"I'm not being overly suspicious. This guy seems to have had some good luck out of nowhere. Could it be that his luck has really turned? He has a dual-card recorder and some things he brought back from Pengcheng. It looks not much different from the Friendship Store. I heard from the people in the department store that Wang Hua is planning to buy two more stores and connect the surrounding areas to make a bigger store..."
Zhou Hao listened carefully, and his face changed when he heard the dual-card recorder. He was silent for a while before he said seriously, "Stay away from Wang Hua. The goods he has... may have problems with their origins."
Qian Qing was still a little confused: "I know there is a problem. We are talking about it right now. The key is where did he get this stuff from?"
Zhou Hao thought about it and explained it to his wife: "Do you know why those foreign goods are so expensive?"
"You have to pay taxes, and not everyone is eligible to import."
"Then Wang Hua's stuff is most likely... smuggled in."
Zhou Hao was not quite sure, but dual-card recorders were not made in China and were mostly imported. Such goods were in great demand in Beijing and Shanghai. Was it Wang Hua's turn to get them to sell in the oil fields? There were probably some problems.
Qian Qing couldn't help but shudder: "Is he so brave?"
Smuggling is no small matter. Wang Hua is not stupid, so how could he break the law knowingly?
Zhou Hao grabbed his wife's hand and said, "Pengcheng is developing very fast, and many things are hard to explain. I am just guessing, who knows what means he used. On the surface, this is what we see, but who knows if he has more purposes behind it. Anyway, stay away from him, let's live our own lives and don't get involved in his affairs."
That's right, this person is courting death, and he will be caught sooner or later. If it's not her business, she won't get involved!
Anyway, they have moved away from that family now. Even if they have opened a store in a small department store, as long as she doesn't turn in that direction, she won't be able to see Wang Hua and his wife.
Let them be.
However, at this stage, there is something that has been on Qian Qing's mind for a long time.
"Zhou Hao, do you think it's okay for me to buy a store in the provincial capital?"
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