Seeing Dao Ge's trembling and sycophantic expression, Zhang Cheng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
"A knife."
"Hey! Boss Cheng, you can just call me Little Knife!" Brother Knife bent down even lower, as if he could bend over.
"You know that the Road Administration Bureau and the Public Security Bureau are going to rectify the toll booths on the national highway. You guys will be used then." Zhang Cheng's tone was calm, but carried an undeniable air of authority.
Dao Ge's eyes lit up instantly: "Brother Cheng, you mean... we can get into the Road Administration Bureau and have a government job?" This was something he never dared to dream of.
"Whether you can hold onto this job is up to you. You're the field staff and assistants at the Road Administration Bureau." Zhang Cheng pointed at him. "You need to get rid of those messy habits you used to have. Otherwise, you'll end up coming out the same way you went in."
"I'll change! I'll definitely change! Don't worry, Boss Cheng!" Brother Dao thumped his chest loudly.
Zhang Cheng said no more and turned around: "Arrange a quiet place for us to rest."
"Alright! Boss Cheng, the best room in the hotel has been prepared for you!" Brother Dao led the way, all smiles.
Zhang Cheng followed. He had drunk quite a bit of alcohol at midday, and once in his room, he locked the door and fell asleep the moment his head hit the bed. His trip to Jiaxing was essentially over; he had successfully established connections with Gao Datong and Zhang Tian, and had gained a considerable amount of experience.
Zhang Cheng slept until dusk before being woken up by hunger. He splashed cold water on his face, feeling much more refreshed. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Brother Dao standing there like a gatekeeper.
"Brother Cheng, you're awake? I'll take you to try some of Jiaxing's authentic local delicacies." Brother Dao said with a big smile.
Zhang Cheng kicked him: "Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."
The two wandered around the night market. Jiaxing's nights were indeed more bustling and lively than Funing County's, with numerous food stalls lining the streets and video arcades and dance halls flashing their lights. Zhang Cheng walked and looked around; Jiaxing's wealth was obvious to the naked eye, but there were also plenty of petty thieves and burglars lurking in the shadows. If it weren't for Dao Ge's fierce aura, some fool would probably have already come up to him.
They strolled around until around nine o'clock, when the crowds thinned out on the streets, and then the two returned to the hotel.
Zhang Cheng lay in bed, pondering what to do next, and unknowingly fell asleep.
The next morning, Zhang Cheng got up on time and went directly to the Yuanhang Repair Shop.
"elder brother!"
"Brother Dog!"
"Mr. Cheng, have you had breakfast yet?"
Zhang Cheng pushed open the door, and everyone in the room stood up abruptly, including the local thugs who had been disciplined. Their eyes now held genuine fear as they looked at Zhang Cheng. Zhang Jianhao and his group, on the other hand, got along quite well with this group.
"Brother Dao, where is Factory Director Zhang's factory located?" Zhang Cheng asked.
"Over there in the industrial zone, Mr. Cheng, I'll take you there!"
"Okay." Zhang Cheng nodded, turned to Zhang Jianhao, took out three hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it over, "You can take care of yourselves at noon, and go back to Funing County in the afternoon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Cheng walked outside, with Brother Dao following closely behind.
Zhang Jianhao stuffed the money into his pocket, looked at the local thugs in the room, grinned, and clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Brothers, we've become friends through this fight. I apologize for my rudeness yesterday. Let's find a place later, and I'll treat you to a meal as an apology!"
"Brother Gang, you're too kind!"
"Honestly, Gang, you guys were really ruthless, especially Cheng and that Zhongming!" one of the thugs said, still shaken.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianhao raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhang Zhongming, who was sitting in the corner looking rather sullen: "What's wrong with you, kid? You look so dejected."
Zhang Zhongming looked up, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
"Spit it out already, stop acting like a woman!" Zhang Jianhao urged.
Zhang Zhongming took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision: "Brother Jianhao, I...I want to stay in Jiaxing."
"What the heck?" Zhang Jianhao thought he'd misheard. "What are you doing here?"
“Brother Dao said yesterday that they’ll soon be able to work as field staff at the Road Administration Bureau. I think this is an opportunity, and I want to try it out with them.” Zhang Zhongming’s voice wasn’t loud, but his tone was firm.
Zhang Jianhao's lips twitched: "Zhongming, this isn't our Funing County. We don't know anyone here. If we leave, can you manage on your own?"
A local thug nearby immediately chimed in, "Brother Gang, aren't we Brother Zhongming's brothers? From now on, Brother Zhongming's business is our business!"
The other thugs chimed in.
Zhang Jianhao frowned: "Zhongming, this is a big deal. When Brother Gou comes back, you should talk to him about it yourself."
...
Zhang Tian Garment Factory.
Zhang Cheng had initially thought that a privately owned garment factory would be a small workshop with at most a few dozen employees. But standing at the factory gate, looking at the endless rows of factory buildings, he was truly astonished. The scale was far larger than he had imagined.
"Brother Zhang, you've finally arrived!" Zhang Tian laughed and strode towards us from a distance.
"Brother Zhang, your factory is really big!" Zhang Cheng exclaimed sincerely.
"Haha, all thanks to government support! Come on, let me show you around!" Zhang Tian patted Zhang Cheng's shoulder enthusiastically. Dao Ge, knowing better, followed behind the two, not daring to say anything more.
As they walked, Zhang Tian introduced the workshops to Zhang Cheng, including the cutting, sewing, and ironing workshops. Zhang Cheng paused when he saw a batch of military green uniforms.
"Brother Zhang, does your factory still take orders from the military?"
Zhang Tian noticed his surprise and explained with a smile, "The country's cotton production hasn't been high in recent years, but I happen to have some connections to get some high-quality cotton from abroad. The military procurement department has turned a blind eye and given me a little bit of the profits. It's not exactly direct cooperation, just helping to solve some raw material problems."
Even so, it's enough to show that Zhang Tian's influence is extraordinary. Zhang Cheng thought to himself, this Factory Director Zhang's background is probably not ordinary.
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