Zhao Youcai turned around suspiciously and saw a red-faced man behind him whom he did not recognize at all.
Thinking that it probably wasn't someone calling him, since his face looked nothing like an old man to strangers.
So Zhao Youcai turned around again and even sped up his walk.
The man behind him grew even more anxious, holding his breath and speeding up as well.
By the time he finally caught up with Zhao Youcai at the station entrance, his body was already trembling uncontrollably.
"Hey old man, I just called you, why did you run away?"
Zhao Youcai glanced at the familiar-looking man with a puzzled look. There was nothing he could do; in all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever seen someone blush to such an extent that there were so many levels of red, from bright red to dark red.
"Hey bro, you were looking for me?"
Zhao Youcai pointed suspiciously at his own handsome face, then at the other person's face, which looked several years older than his own.
The man wiped his sweat and breathed heavily, nodding with obvious displeasure.
Do I know you?
The thought of the other person calling him an old stranger so rudely prompted Zhao Youcai to retort, "You old bastard, who are you?"
You old bastard?
At this moment, the man felt more than just red-faced and swollen-necked; his heart was probably swollen with anger.
"How dare you talk like that, old man? What do you mean by 'old bastard'? It's no big deal if I tell you. It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me, but you definitely know my father."
The old bastard glared fiercely at Zhao Youcai, his hand gripping Zhao Youcai's clothes tightly, causing wrinkles to form.
"My father's surname is Zhu!"
Zhao Youcai responded with an "Oh," and said, "I know plenty of people with the surname Zhu. I've even eaten several pigs. What's so special about that?"
Suddenly, Zhao Youcai had another epiphany.
"Oh, cuckold enthusiast, the guy who poisoned my farm and got jailed for who knows how many years, is your dad? Tsk, I didn't realize, he doesn't look like him at all."
This is practically an open declaration that he's not the biological son of that man surnamed Zhu.
Sure enough, the old rascal got even angrier.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to slap Zhao Youcai a few times, the other man's hand came at him, gripping his wrist with the strength of a large iron clamp.
"Kid, didn't anyone teach you to respect the elderly and care for the young? Since your father didn't teach you, then call him Grandpa, and your Grandpa Zhao will teach you."
Zhao Youcai finds this kind of person extremely annoying; he can tell at a glance that this spoiled brat was taught to be corrupted from a young age.
That's true. His father has warped values, so what kind of good kid could he raise?
The old rascal was so angry that his breathing became even more uneven, a sight that really startled Zhao Youcai.
He even suspected that the old bastard might have a heart condition.
Upon realizing this possibility, Zhao Youcai quickly let go of his hand and stepped back to create distance.
Just then, the woman who had appeared before when I went to Beijing to participate in the Thousand Ears Festival—a woman as aloof and cool as a plum blossom, calm, composed, and elegant, yet with a voice that could be particularly intimidating—appeared.
Beautiful women always leave a lasting impression.
A name immediately popped into Zhao Youcai's mind.
"Comrade Zhao, what a coincidence, I never expected to meet you here."
"Hello, Comrade He Xiaojuan."
Zhao Youcai thought to himself: What a coincidence?
What a coincidence!
I came to the station to go to the city. You, a powerful and influential female factory director from out of town, are here in our small county town by chance.
Why don't you come to my doorstep and tell me how lucky we are?
Zhao Youcai, the cannery owner, visited the factory once when he went to Heilongjiang Province, but he didn't go to the factory where the female factory manager worked.
It wasn't that Zhao Youcai disliked women; rather, the cannery that was sending him telegrams every day inviting him over and offering him consulting fees was a different company.
You can't just ignore someone who's so enthusiastic and offers so much money, and instead go and offer yourself up at a cannery that has no interest in you whatsoever.
As soon as Zhao Youcai thought about this, a guess formed in his mind.
The female factory manager suddenly appeared in my county town. Could she also be looking for me?
Could it be that the cannery that gave her the idea is developing too rapidly, seriously affecting the performance of the cannery where the female factory manager works?
It has to be said that Zhao Youcai's intuition is sometimes quite accurate.
The reason the female factory manager didn't invite Zhao Youcai to help was actually because the cannery she led had always performed very well, ranking among the top ten in the national food industry.
Looking at the entire Heilongjiang province, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it has consistently ranked first.
After Zhao Youcai toured various factories in Heilongjiang Province, her cannery quickly fell out of the top ten in the province for non-staple food products. If this continued, it was estimated that the next time officials from higher levels came to inspect and allocate funds, they would skip over her factory.
Without the financial support and distribution channels provided by the government, the cannery will likely have to downsize and eventually cease operations and close down.
The usually confident He Xiaojuan couldn't sit still any longer. She held internal management meetings for half a month in a row, but still couldn't come up with an effective solution.
Their competitor, another cannery, was expanding its production line and seemed poised to overtake them. This time, He Xiaojuan couldn't sit still any longer.
Upon learning that other factories communicated directly with Zhao Youcai through their respective factory directors, and that they never had their second or third-in-commands do it on their behalf, He Xiaojuan knew that the one who had come to her for help was none other than herself.
To be honest, He Xiaojuan was somewhat distraught on the way here.
You should know that in the factory manager's circle, she has always been known for her combination of intelligence and beauty, and can be called the woman that every man most wants to marry.
Having been adored by men for so long, the thought of suddenly having to please them feels incredibly awkward to her.
Although Zhao Youcai was better looking than many men she had ever seen, his age of sixty was undeniable.
What normal unmarried woman would want to please an old man who could be her father?
What if others find out something and spread rumors about how her factory operates, how she tries to curry favor with a sixty-year-old man to consolidate her position, and what she does for him?
How important is a woman's reputation? This kind of scandalous news didn't happen when she was eighteen or nineteen, but it's happening now that she's over thirty?
But she was already standing there, so it wasn't good to leave empty-handed.
"Comrade Zhao, where are you going? Could you give me directions? I'd like to go to the farm."
The news that Zhao Youcai's instant noodle factory had been transformed into a food factory was known throughout the entire circle of factory managers, but not everyone knew that Zhao Youcai also owned a private breeding farm.
He Xiaojuan happened to have that channel, and knew about Zhao Youcai's other identity.
The reason He Xiaojuan used the fish farm as a raft was because she didn't want Zhao Youcai to think she was scheming and that she had come straight for him.
Unfortunately, she never expected that, by such a coincidence, the son of the previous farm manager was also there.
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