Hou Yongping, oblivious to the unusual behavior of Su Xinyi's family, continued, "Brother, let me tell you, don't let his seemingly carefree demeanor fool you. I've always seen him as a promising young man. Sure enough, I heard that the Jiangshan Brewery around here was on the verge of bankruptcy, but this kid single-handedly saved it, and not only that, he made a fortune himself..."
He rattled off a whole bunch of things.
Su Qingwen was completely bewildered, feeling that Ye Beiping was a god, incredibly powerful.
He single-handedly saved a brewery and, together with other state-owned factories, organized a beer festival, which has now led the county to announce that another one will be held next year.
Right there in Pingba Village, Su Xinyi's family was listening to Hou Yongping brag.
Hangzhou.
At the market, Ye Beiping, carrying a second-hand loudspeaker, finally found the stall occupied by Jiang He and Aunt Li after searching for a long time.
“Beiping, you’ve finally arrived.” Jiang He stepped forward to greet them somewhat anxiously, pointing to a dilapidated tricycle and saying, “We’ve been here for a while, and we’ve paid the stall fee, but when people see that we’re selling leather shoes, they turn around and leave. What should we do?”
If they can't sell the leather shoes, what should they do with all the goods they've acquired?
Jiang He was sweating profusely with anxiety, and even Aunt Li was getting worried.
It's been over an hour, and I haven't sold a single pair. My living room is piled high with stock.
If we can't sell these leather shoes, won't we be stuck with them?
For someone like Aunt Li, who only earns a few dozen yuan a month, the thought is terrifying.
Ye Beiping remained calm, picked up a megaphone, walked to the stall, and glanced at the words written by Jiang He and Aunt Li.
"Leather shoes, 30 yuan a pair."
Without saying a word, he tore the paper up.
"Beiping, why did you tear it up?" Jiang He asked, frowning, when he saw Ye Beiping had torn up all the prices.
Aunt Li, standing nearby, didn't quite understand what Ye Beiping meant.
Ye Beiping continued working, finding paper and pen again, and wrote: 'Jiangnan Leather Factory Leather Shoes / 25 a pair'.
Jiang He glanced at it, his brows furrowing even more: "Will this even work? Can it really be sold for five yuan less?"
"Just you wait and see," Ye Beiping finally spoke, arranging the note neatly.
He looked around, then jogged to the back, spent two yuan to connect an electrical wire, and installed the speaker.
This scene left Jiang He and Aunt Li dumbfounded.
"Beiping, what are you doing?" Jiang He asked suspiciously, sensing that Ye Beiping was about to start hawking his wares. He pursed his lips and said, "Aunt Li and I already called out, but people just looked and no one bought anything."
"Nobody's buying?"
Ye Beiping remained completely calm, picked up the microphone, and began to shout:
"Wencheng Jiangnan Leather Factory, Wencheng Jiangnan Leather Factory, Wencheng Jiangnan Leather Factory has gone bankrupt. That bastard, that bastard, that bastard factory manager gambled and drank, owed 18 million yuan, and ran away with his mistress."
At this shout, everyone who passed by stopped in their tracks and looked at Ye Beiping, who was shouting with a mixture of resentment and earnestness.
Jiang He and Aunt Li were so frightened that they couldn't close their mouths, staring blankly at Ye Beiping, who was putting on such a great show.
"The factory workers had no choice but to use leather shoes to pay their wages. The shoes that originally cost more than fifty or sixty yuan were only twenty-five yuan. Only twenty-five yuan."
Wow!
The whole place erupted instantly.
Especially the employees' family members, who were just going to buy groceries on a normal day, never expected to hear that the factory director of the state-owned factory had run away with his sister-in-law.
What's even more infuriating is that they're withholding wages.
With the added effect of the loudspeaker, it immediately caused a sensation throughout the market.
Dozens of people quickly gathered around the small stall, all asking questions.
"Young man, did your bastard factory manager really run away?"
"How pitiful! Look at this child, he probably isn't very old."
"Is this woman the mother of those two young men? Is she in arrears with all of the family's wages?"
...
Jiang He and Aunt Li went from being shocked to feeling embarrassed, and could only nod and agree with twitching lips.
what to do?
We can't just say that Ye Beiping made it all up, can we?
The Jiangnan Leather Factory is operating perfectly well, is it really appropriate to announce here that it has gone bankrupt?
In no time, the older sister, aunt, and maternal aunt all started cursing the factory manager, saying that he was inhuman, lecherous, and even managed to lead his own sister-in-law astray.
"Wencheng Jiangnan Leather Factory, Wencheng Jiangnan Leather Factory, Wencheng Jiangnan Leather Factory has gone bankrupt! Bastards, bastards, the bastard factory manager is a gambler and womanizer..." As more and more people gathered, Ye Beiping stood on the tricycle and shouted even more loudly into the microphone: "All the factory workers have no choice, no choice but to use leather shoes to pay their wages. Leather shoes that originally cost more than fifty or sixty yuan are now only 25 yuan, only 25 yuan!"
Perhaps most of the onlookers were family members of state-owned factory workers, and they felt great sympathy for Ye Beiping, Aunt Li, and Jiang He.
After all, some of their families had members working in state-owned factories, and some were even dual-income households.
They knew that if the state-owned factory didn't pay wages, their whole family would probably starve.
Selling goods from the factory was a last resort.
In that moment, an older woman picked up a pair of leather shoes and asked, "These leather shoes are quite nice, really only 25 yuan?"
When Ye Beiping heard someone ask about the price, he immediately gave Jiang He a look.
Upon receiving the notification, Jiang He understood Ye Beiping's meaning. He put on a sad expression, looking like he was about to cry, and said, "Auntie, it really is 25 yuan. There's really no other way. It's all at cost price. The factory manager ran away, and we can't get our wages. There are hundreds of people in the factory waiting for their wages to eat."
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