Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

Yan Fugui is in a very good mood, which can be seen from the New Year's Eve dinner on the table.

He had originally prepared only one bowl of braised pork, two meat dishes, and one dried fish.

Now, in addition to a stewed chicken, there's also a large bowl of stir-fried twice-cooked pork.

Since Zhang Juan left the Yan family with her two sons, Yan Fugui has never stopped smiling, and has not shown any concern about his eldest son's divorce from Zhang Juan.

Seeing that his boss, Yan Jiecheng, sat in his chair looking lost and worried, not saying a word for a long time, Yan Fugui, afraid that the other party would disturb his good mood, couldn't help but comfort him: "Boss..."

"Out with the old, in with the new..."

"After working outside for so long, haven't you seen through it all yet?"

"With money, you can get anything."

"Zhang Juan has too much of a temper; she's not suitable for you..."

“You’re not someone who likes to be controlled, so divorcing him would be better for both of you.”

"With the two thousand five hundred yuan that Zhang Juan gave you, and by doing foreign trade business with Xu Damao for two years, that two thousand yuan can turn into ten thousand yuan. At that time, you can find any wife you want."

"Cheer up! Your father is counting on you to give the Yan family another grandson in two years."

Seeing that Yan Jiecheng's dejected expression gradually improved, he then shifted his gaze to the second son, Yan Jiefang, and continued, "Jiefang..."

“Your brother is planning to take out 2,500 yuan to do foreign trade business with Xu Damao. In two years at most, he can become a millionaire.”

“If you only invest five hundred yuan in foreign trade, it will take at least four or five years to become a ten-thousand-yuan household, and the gap between you and your brother will widen immediately.”

"I suggest you have a serious talk with your wife and take out more money to invest."

“If you’re worried, quit your job at the steel mill like your brother did, and then go into foreign trade with Xu Damao.”

"Try to find out about Xu Damao's supplier. Then you three brothers can get rid of Xu Damao, work on your own, and earn more money."

Upon hearing the words "ten-thousand-yuan household," Yan Jiefang's eyes immediately lit up with excitement, and his wife's eyes also shone brightly.

Although his wife works as a team leader at Dongjun Hotel and earns a little over 100 yuan a month, it would take the couple five years of not eating or drinking to earn 10,000 yuan on their salary.

If they could invest over two thousand yuan like their elder brother Yan Jiecheng to start a foreign trade business, they could become millionaires in just two years.

If you can figure out who Xu Damao's supplier is, get rid of Xu Damao and start your own business, you might become a millionaire in just over a year.

But when they thought about their current financial situation, the burning passion on their faces was quickly replaced by helplessness.

He sighed deeply and replied, "Father..."

"We also want to invest more money."

"But my husband and I really don't have any money left."

“My wife’s salary at Dongjun Hotel is not as high as Zhang Juan’s, and she has less money saved than Zhang Juan. Five hundred yuan is the limit we can afford.”

"Could you lend me some money?"

Yan Fugui replied irritably, "If I had money, I would have invested it with Xu Damao long ago. Why would I lend it to you? Don't even think about it..."

"But your father can give you an idea."

"Zhongyuan's son also wants to invest more money to do foreign trade with Xu Damao, but the Jia family can't come up with that much money..."

"Guess what..." "Bang Geng found Old Wang in our front yard, mortgaged the east wing of the middle yard to Old Wang, borrowed 1,500 yuan from Old Wang, and agreed to repay 1,700 yuan in a year, otherwise he would transfer the house to Old Wang."

“You spent a lot of money to buy that house in the south of the city. I heard that the price has increased a lot in the past few months. You should be able to mortgage it and borrow 1,500 yuan without any problem.”

"Add the five hundred yuan you can contribute, and you'll have a two thousand yuan investment."

Yan Jiefang and his wife were immediately interested when they heard this.

In their view, investing in foreign trade had already been tested by Yan Fugui and Lao San, and there would be no unexpected events. As long as they invested money, they were guaranteed to make a profit.

If they can really invest two thousand yuan, it will turn into four thousand yuan by next year's Chinese New Year. No matter how you analyze it, it's a risk-free business.

Not participating would be a disservice to the opportunity to make money that God has given you.

They exchanged a glance, and as if they had planned it, they both nodded to Yan Fugui: "Father..."

"We'll go borrow money from someone tomorrow..."

…………

Four months later, Wang Dong had his second son. Although he had always wanted a daughter, God did not intend to give him that opportunity.

At the same time, Xu Damao was leading the three Yan brothers and Banggeng and two others to a village by the sea.

"Da Mao... what are you doing bringing us here in the middle of the night?" Yan Jiecheng looked around at the night and clearly felt a sense of unease, asking anxiously.

Banggeng and Yan Jia's third son had received goods with Xu Damao last year. Having experienced something like this before, their expressions were very calm, as if they were used to it.

Seeing the lingering fear and worry on Yan Jiecheng's face, Yan's third brother, the younger brother, quickly comforted him.

"Big brother..."

"It's alright..."

"The radio and television we want to buy are located in the village."

"They transport goods from Hong Kong Island to here by cargo ships, and then sell them to us at a low price. Only in this way can we make money."

"Although there are radios and televisions for sale at the pier, they are much more expensive than those here."

"If we buy goods at the dock, after deducting our transportation costs, we'll barely make any profit."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. Someone will come to pick us up once we get into the village..."

After saying that, he gave Yan Jiecheng a look full of reminder, as if to tell Yan Jiecheng to pay more attention to the sellers who came to pick them up, try to gain the confidence of Xu Damao's supplier, and then get rid of Xu Damao so that he could come to the village to buy radios and televisions and make more money.

Yan Jiecheng's worries did not subside, and he continued to ask a very stupid question: "Then why don't we come during the day, instead of coming at night?"

"It was pitch black everywhere, which was quite frightening."

Xu Damao walked at the front of the group. Although he didn't say anything, he had an expression on his face as if he were looking at an idiot.

At this moment, even the third son of the Yan family looked embarrassed and quickly explained, "Big brother..."

"What are you thinking about..."

"You think the radios we're going to buy later are so cheap... Let me tell you the truth, they're all smuggled from Hong Kong Island by some bosses. They don't have to pay customs duties, that's why they're so cheap."

"Since it's smuggling, it's definitely something that can't be done in public. Even the dumbest person wouldn't trade with us during the day." (End of Chapter)