Xie Zhu rode his bike into the city around 10 a.m.
At this time of day, everyone in the Qingshan Brigade, except for some nocturnal small animals and insects, is asleep.
Because the moon was quite bright, he brought a flashlight but didn't use it until he got to the city, hid his bicycle, and then walked towards Old He's house with the flashlight on.
Old He was probably asleep too. After knocking for almost half a minute, someone came out from inside, grumbling and wearing a coat.
"How come it's you?" Old He glared at Xie Zhuo. "I was about to swear!"
"Then let him curse," Xie Zhuo said, ignoring his tone and expression, and stepped into the yard. "Don't hold it in."
"I..." Old He was speechless.
The two entered the main room together. Old He did not turn on the light, but lit a candle and took off the coat draped over his shoulders and threw it aside.
Then he looked at Xie Zhuo and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
“This afternoon, Wang Xiangdong came to our brigade to see me,” Xie Zhuo said.
"Damn it!" Old He's face immediately changed, and he blurted out a curse.
"Did he cause you trouble?" Old He asked.
“No, he said he wanted to be friends with me, and he brought a group of people with him,” Xie Zhuo said.
Old He's brows furrowed even more, and he tapped his fingers quickly on the table. "I'll find someone to handle this tomorrow."
Xie Zhu hummed in agreement, then took out the small cloth bag he had been carrying in his arms. "There's something else."
Old He watched his movements.
"This is the money from selling ginseng," Xie Zhuo said, taking out the passbook and pushing it forward before Old He looked at him with a bewildered expression. "I'd like to ask you for a favor."
"What?" Old He looked at the passbook.
“It’s too risky for us to keep this money,” Xie Zhuo said. “Besides, given the current situation, the two of us couldn’t spend this much money even in several lifetimes.”
Old He nodded.
That's true.
“So… I’d like to ask you to help us acquire some assets in Hong Kong,” Xie Zhuo said.
When Lao He heard what he said, he remained silent for a long time.
His gaze remained fixed on Xie Zhuo.
Mr. Zhang had said several times before that this kid was destined for great things. Although he agreed with this view, after Xie Zhuo refused to go to Hong Kong last time, he felt that Xie Zhuo was a bit too timid.
If he had such an opportunity at this age, he would have risked everything to go to Hong Kong.
Only in a port city like this can there be more opportunities and more possibilities.
What can you do if you stay in this remote corner?
Here's 65,000 yuan, go wherever you want to spend it!
Not long after he finished thinking this, Xie Zhuo actually brought the money over and asked him to take it to Hong Kong City to spend for him.
Old He stared at Xie Zhuo for a while longer.
I couldn't help but admire how accurate Mr. Zhang's judgment of people was.
"How do you want to spend it?" Old He finally spoke after a long silence.
“This amount of money is indeed a huge sum here,” Xie Zhuo said, having some memories of his previous life, so he was very self-aware, “but it probably wouldn’t be much in Hong Kong.”
Old He's gaze towards him changed again.
"So, I'd like to ask Brother He to help me see if there are any small projects that need investment, and to help me invest all this money," Xie Zhuo said.
"You even know about investment projects?" Old He asked, looking surprised.
Xie Zhuo raised an eyebrow, clicked his tongue, and said, "You've been to school for so many years, after all."
"You even went to school?" Old He continued in astonishment.
Xie Zhuo: "..."
“Oh, right, you said that the first time we met,” Old He said.
The two remained silent for a few seconds, as Lao He processed what Xie Zhuo had just said.
After a long pause, he continued, "So, what areas are you interested in investing in? What types of companies are you interested in?"
After he finished speaking, Xie Zhuo did not say anything more.
Just as Lao He was about to ask, Xie Zhuo clicked his tongue again, "I was born and raised here. The farthest I've ever been to the city is here."
Old He didn't understand what Xie Zhuo meant at first, but it took him a few seconds to realize what he meant.
He muttered a curse under his breath.
"Damn, you tricked me so much I almost thought you'd been to Hong Kong," Old He said.
"There are golden houses in books," Xie Zhuo didn't want to explain too much.
"Which book talks about the port city?" Old He asked.
“The one you haven’t read,” Xie Zhuo said.
Old He stared at him speechlessly for a long time, and finally, he patiently told him about some of the profitable projects in the port city.
“Money can make money very quickly,” Lao He said, “but the risks are also high.”
“Hmm,” Xie Zhuo nodded, and then selected a small film production company from the list that Lao He had just given him.
"This one?" Old He's lips twitched.
"What's wrong?" Xie Zhuo asked.
"This place is the least profitable of the ones I just mentioned," Lao He said. "Right now, the most lucrative business in Gangcheng is real estate development, which can fetch over 200,000 per square foot."
“This one,” Xie Zhu thought for a while with his eyelids lowered. “With this 60,000 yuan, I can’t even buy a square meter of land.”
“...That’s true,” Old He nodded.
Sixty-five thousand is a huge sum of money here, but in Hong Kong, it's really nothing. If you want to invest in some big companies, it's probably out of reach.
He just didn't expect that Xie Zhuo would actually consider these things and use the money to invest in making movies.
He's an extraordinary person!
“Alright, since you’ve already made up your mind,” Old He said, gathering the passbooks into his hands. “I’ll arrange for someone to talk to Mr. Zhang tomorrow.”
After they finished talking, they sat for a while longer before Xie Zhuo went home.
He thought Xu Yan was already asleep, but when he tiptoed into the courtyard, he found that the house was lit by candlelight and Xu Yan was sitting at the table flipping through a book.
Hearing the noise, he looked up.
“You’re back,” Xu Yan said, looking at him.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Xie Zhuo strode in and closed the door.
"Can't sleep," Xu Yan said. "How are you?"
“Everything is going well,” Xie Zhuo said, then walked over and touched her face. “Don’t look at it, it’s bad for your eyes.”
Xu Yan didn't necessarily have to read at night. It was just that she had been restless and unable to sleep ever since Xie Zhuo left, so she could only find something to do to pass the time.
Now that Xie Zhuo is back, she puts the book she's holding back on the small bookshelf and follows him to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed).
The next day was still cloudy.
When Xu Yan woke up, Xie Zhuo was holding her in his arms.
She reached out and pulled back the curtains to look outside. It seemed to be raining; the sky was dark and gloomy.
"Sleep a little longer," Xie Zhuo said, pulling Xu Yan back into his arms.
With her brows slightly furrowed, she turned her head and buried her face in Xu Yan's neck.
Xu Yan felt a little itchy from his teasing, so she raised her hand and touched his face. "His hair is prickly."
To everyone's surprise, Xie Zhuo not only didn't move away, but instead opened his mouth and gently bit her collarbone.
"Hiss—" Xu Yan chuckled at his actions, "You're already acting like a hooligan first thing in the morning?"
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