He smacked his lips, then suddenly turned to look at Jiang Dashan, grinning with a meaningful smile.
"Old Jiang, Boss Li is really cunning."
"This bottle of wine has been diluted with water, and not just a little bit."
Jiang Dashan tilted his head, recalling the two bottles of wine. It seemed that the burly girl named Xiaochun, who was next to Li Yuanyuan, brought them in from outside the private room.
"Since Mr. Li didn't drink much at all..."
"So that means all her previous behavior wasn't 'drunken tantrums,' but...deliberate?"
...
Qian was rushed to the hospital and immediately taken to the emergency room for gastric lavage.
When he lay exhausted on the hospital bed, looking at the group of bosses surrounding him, his voice was weak, but his eyes were full of resentment.
"You all need to think this over. I want that woman surnamed Li to be unable to do any business in Funing County!"
The crowd looked at each other, but no one responded.
They all own factories, while Li Yuanyuan owns a clothing store.
Since we're in different industries, how can we cut off her business? The only solution is to cut off her supply of goods.
But everyone knows that Li Yuanyuan's goods come from places like Jiaxing and Wenzhou. No matter how far their reach is, it can't extend that far.
Looking at this group of silent "allies," Qian Zheng gritted his teeth in anger, but there was nothing he could do.
We're all bosses. Your factory may be big, but we're not your workers. Why should we offend a woman with an unknown background and ruthless methods just because of your word?
...
Zhangjia Village.
From a distance, Zhang Da Tou spotted the figure sitting under the eaves of the village store and immediately shouted excitedly.
"Mother! Mother! I'm back!"
At the entrance of the consignment store, Aunt Hua was chatting with Shi Yangyang when she heard the familiar voice. She was startled and stood up abruptly.
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure running wildly in the distance, and immediately went to meet it.
Despite being over forty, Aunt Hua runs like the wind and arrives in front of Zhang Da Tou in the blink of an eye.
She grabbed her son's arm and looked him up and down, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.
"Good, good, good! My big-headed son has really made something of himself!" Her voice trembled. "He's grown taller, gotten darker, and looks much more energetic!"
"Auntie!"
"Auntie, come help us carry these things, we're exhausted!"
Li Fuguo and the others behind him carried large and small bags, laughing and shouting.
Aunt Hua then noticed them, beaming from ear to ear, but scolded them, "You little rascals, how long have you been gone and you can't even carry this little bit of stuff?"
"Oh!"
Suddenly, Aunt Hua's laughter stopped abruptly, and she let out a scream.
Her gaze was fixed on the stretcher carried by Zhang Jianhao and others at the very back of the procession.
Zhang Cheng was sitting on the stretcher.
Aunt Hua's face turned pale. She immediately abandoned her son and rushed over, her voice filled with anxiety.
"Ergouzi! What's wrong with you?!"
"Auntie, I'm fine." Zhang Cheng smiled as he looked at her anxious face. "I just got a minor injury, so I came back to recuperate."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Shi Yangyang and Zhao Qingwan arrived.
When Shi Yangyang saw Zhang Cheng on the stretcher, his face still pale despite his smile, her beautiful eyes instantly filled with tears, and she rushed over without hesitation.
She ran to the stretcher, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't utter a single word.
"Honey, have you missed me?"
Zhang Cheng looked at her with a bright smile, reached out and gently pinched her tear-streaked cheek.
"Yes!" Shi Yangyang's voice was choked with sobs.
"Don't cry." Zhang Cheng withdrew his hand, his tone gentle yet domineering, "It's our custom here that as long as someone isn't dead, they shouldn't be crying with a long face."
Old Aunt Hua, who was standing to the side, rolled her eyes. What kind of ridiculous custom is this?
Soon, the group arrived at the consignment store in a grand procession.
Zhang Cheng had a rattan chair moved to the doorway, then lay down comfortably, enjoying the sunshine of his hometown.
Zhang Jianhao and his team moved all the goods they brought back into the store, and under Aunt Hua's direction, they rearranged the shelves.
Before long, villagers who had heard the news flocked in from all directions, crowding the entrance of the small consignment shop.
"father!"
Seeing his father squeeze through the crowd, Li Fuguo quickly ran over, pulled a wad of cash from his pocket like a treasure, and proudly waved it around.
"Dad, this is my salary. Please save it for me. It's 140 yuan!"
"So many?" Li Fuguo's father's eyes widened in surprise.
My son has only been away from the village for two months, and he's already earned 140 yuan.
"Hehe, this is nothing." Li Fuguo lowered his voice and mysteriously pulled out his bankbook. "Dad, let me tell you, your son is about to become a super, super big boss!"
He carefully opened the passbook and brought it close to his father's eyes.
"I'll show you, but you absolutely mustn't go around telling everyone!"
"Good, good, good!" Li Fuguo's father nodded repeatedly.
He wasn't very educated, but he still recognized the zero that followed the number one.
When he saw the long string of zeros on the bankbook, his legs went weak and his voice trembled.
“Fu…Fuguo, what…what exactly have you been doing in the county? How…how have you gotten so much money? Let me tell you, our Li family has never had any high-ranking officials in the past, but we've also never had any criminals…”
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