Although Liu Cuihua is a rural woman, she is a clear-headed person.

She had been pessimistic about Shen Baolan's dream of becoming a rich wife from the beginning. After all these years, she also realized that Zhou Shuhuan, her son-in-law, was unreliable.

Let’s not discuss whether Zhou Shuhuan can make a lot of money.

Even if she did succeed, let alone taking advantage of the situation, Zhou Shuhuan would have been considered conscientious in not kicking his daughter away.

Thinking about it, Liu Cuihua tapped her daughter's forehead and said, "You are already an adult, don't dream too much. You might as well save more money. I tell you, you have to hold the money in your own hands to be safe. Don't be stupid and give it all to your mother-in-law. Ma Sufen is a stingy person. If you give her the money, what's the difference between that and throwing meat buns at a dog?"

Shen Baolan took this to heart and said, "I know."

She now hides half of the money she earns every day.

After closing the stall and going home in the evening, Shen Baolan didn't even have time to eat dinner and picked up the phone to call Focheng.

I called for half an hour but the line was always busy.

There were only two public telephones in the factory dormitory where Zhou Shuhuan lived. At night, which was the peak time for telephone usage, it was normal that he couldn't get through.

Shen Baolan was unwilling to accept this. She was anxious to know whether Zhou Shuheng had succeeded in business and whether she could become a rich wife and live a good life. It all depended on Zhou Shuheng.

She held the bowl of rice and dialed the number while eating.

Finally the call got through. When the other end heard her say Zhou Shuhuan's name, he said he didn't know him and hung up.

When she called again, the line was busy again.

She was so angry that she cursed every generation of the person who hung up the phone.

A few streets away, Shen Mingzhu was also upset because she couldn't get through on the phone.

It has been three days since she discovered an inexplicable remittance in her account, and she has not been able to contact Pei Ke.

Ding-a-ling.

The phone suddenly rang, and Shen Mingzhu picked it up immediately, "Hello?"

"So soon? Are you waiting for me? Are you so impatient that you feel like you've missed me so much even after not seeing me for so long?"

Pei Yang's joyful laughter came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Mingzhu was in no mood to joke, "How's the situation over there?"

"Well, today I met Motorola's marketing manager for the Northeast market. We had a good talk. His wife is from the same province as us, and he promised to help me get a provincial representative position."

"How much will it cost?"

"It is estimated to be no less than 200,000."

Pei Yang paused and continued, "During the meal, Manager Yang asked me if I wanted to sign the provincial agent for mobile phones as well. If we sign both together, the success rate will be higher."

Shen Mingzhu became interested. "How much is the agency fee for mobile phones per year?"

"One hundred thousand."

One hundred thousand.

Shen Mingzhu tapped her fingers slowly on the armrest of the sofa.

The mobile phones of this era, commonly known as big brothers, were priced from 20,000 yuan, with a network access fee of 3,000 yuan. They could be said to be a luxury item among the nobility. It is estimated that less than 0.1% of families in the entire province could afford one.

"Manager Yang said that if the sales of mobile phones can reach more than one million that year, 50% of the agency fee can be returned."

A sales volume of one million means selling fifty mobile phones.

"I can help you sell 20 units this year. If you have confidence, you can give it a try for the remaining 30 units."

Pei Yang said, "But this way, the investment will be too high. The pager will cost 100,000 yuan, and the mobile phone agency contract must start from two years. The initial agency fee alone is 200,000 yuan, plus the distribution fee, the total cost will be at least 500,000 yuan."

Shen Mingzhu remained silent.

Such a huge capital investment is indeed a great pressure for them.

However, if I ask Zhong Qing for help, it would not be a problem to borrow 300,000 yuan from the bank.

As if he had guessed her thoughts, Pei Yang said, "You can't get rich overnight. I've just started my business, so I'd better take it slow. I don't want to take risks with you and the food factory."

After hearing what the man said, Shen Mingzhu realized that she was a little too excited.

For now, pagers are the trend, and mobile phones will take at least another four or five years to develop in China.

There's no rush.

"Okay, let's do as we discussed before and strive to get the provincial agent qualification for pagers. You can also find out what Manager Yang likes when you have time. As long as you cater to his preferences and send the product out, things will be much easier."

"Yes, I know."

After finishing the business, Shen Mingzhu talked about Pei Ke again, "I haven't been able to contact my uncle these past two days. I'm a little worried. I want to ask someone to go to my uncle's workplace to ask him tomorrow."

"Well, call me when you get in touch."

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"good."

Early the next morning, Shen Mingzhu called Pei Ke's residence, but still no one answered. She had no choice but to contact Zhuang Xueqi who was recuperating in Gangcheng.

Zhuang Xueqi was also straightforward and immediately sent someone to look for Pei Ke at his workplace.

Peck has been absent from work for a week without reason.

According to a colleague close to Peck, Peck revealed that he was going to Australia before his vacation, and then lost contact.

Considering the 60,000 yuan remitted from Aocheng, Shen Mingzhu was almost certain that Pei Ke had encountered trouble in Aocheng.

So many days have passed, and I haven't asked for leave from work or contacted anyone.

Either the body doesn't allow it or the environment doesn't allow it.

Hopefully the latter.

Shen Mingzhu immediately returned home and found the postcard that Li Shiman left for her last year.

She knew that it was too abrupt to ask Li Shiman for help so rashly. The other party might have left a postcard just out of courtesy, and might have even forgotten who she was.

But she had no other choice, as Li Shiman was the only person from Australia City she knew.

"Hello, who is this?"

Hearing a familiar and gentle female voice on the phone, Shen Mingzhu suddenly became nervous for no reason and even stuttered when she spoke.

"Ms. Li, I'm Shen Mingzhu. Last year at the Conrad Hotel, your heel was rubbed raw..."

"Oh, it's you. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Li Shiman's tone was light and she still remembered her.

Shen Mingzhu's heart dropped halfway, "Ms. Li, I'm sorry to bother you rashly. My uncle went to Australia City three days ago and I can't contact him until now. I would like to ask you to help me call the police, okay?"

"No problem, tell me your uncle's personal information."

Although Li Shiman agreed to help, Shen Mingzhu's worries remained unabated, mixed with some guilt and uneasiness that she couldn't tell anyone.

She couldn't help but wonder whether Pei Ke's loss of contact this time was related to her suggestion that Pei Ke return to China for development.

While waiting for news, Shen Mingzhu took the time to call Shanghai.

Upon learning that Pei Ke had lost contact, Pei Yang immediately decided to return to Fengcheng, and even ignored the pager agency he was negotiating with.

Shen Mingzhu persuaded him, "It's useless for you to come back now. Let's wait for the news from Miss Li. Maybe my uncle just got tripped up by something. Let's not scare ourselves."

Shen Mingzhu did not find the wrong person. That night, Li Shiman sent a message. (End of this chapter)