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Chapter 56 Transfer Materials

Unconsciously, Qiu Huoming has adapted to the current pace of life. In the past, the first thing he would touch after waking up is his mobile phone, but now he touches the alarm clock.

After dinner on Tuesday, he carried the remaining 49 tapes and a borrowed tape recorder and went to Fang Jun's store.

The door of his shop was half-open and there were almost no customers at night. Fang Jun was sitting at the door holding a large bowl and slurping noodles, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Jun, you're late for dinner." Qiu Huoming walked over and greeted him.

"Brother Huo Ming, now that you are here, go in and sit down first. I will come after I finish my meal."

Fang Jun struggled to wrap up the remaining noodles in a few mouthfuls, took a sip of the soup, and then stood up.

Qiu Huoming stood in the store. It seemed that business was too good recently and most of the store’s inventory was gone.

Fang Jun walked in and casually put the bowl on the shelf.

"Return the tape recorder? Send the tapes?"

"Well, this tape recorder is done. I brought the remaining 49 boxes here." Qiu Huoming hesitated for a moment and asked, "Brother Jun, how are the sales of these tapes?"

"There are three boxes left. The others are all sold out. I'm going to the south to get some supplies tomorrow. Do you still want these blank tapes? If you do, I'll get more. And if you find any good ones later, give them to me..."

"Wait, let me close the door first." Fang Jun said halfway as he closed the shop door and inserted the latch in the middle.

He turned and walked towards the warehouse, "Come on, come in and talk."

"Where are the other people in the store?" Qiu Huoming followed and asked.

"There's no business tonight, so let them go home." Fang Jun sat down in his old seat and dragged the chair next to him, "You sit down."

Qiu Huoming sat on the chair and took out the neatly stacked tapes and paper box from the bag and placed them on the table.

Fang Jun didn't even order and just paid directly.

"Brother Jun, if you like these tapes, how about this? I still have 1000 tape wrapping papers. After all, I have to go to college soon, and I don't have the time to copy them. You have a lot of people under you, so the copying job will be easy. It's better to give it to you than to others..." Qiu Huoming said as he took the money.

Fang Jun glanced at him sideways and smiled, "You kid."

"That's a good idea. Other counties don't have this stuff yet. I'll bring it to them and try to sell it."

"This wrapping paper will cost a lot of money, right? Tell me, how much is it?" Fang Jun asked.

Qiu Huoming smiled. If Fang Jun were alive in the future, he would definitely be able to do great things.

"It was 200 yuan in total, and I used 1000 copies. The remaining 250 copies were only yuan. I was just a porter and didn't make a penny."

Fang Jun closed his eyes and calculated, then opened his eyes again and said, "Okay, bring it here in the next two days and give it directly to Heizi in the store. I'll give you the money first..."

After such a short while, Qiu Huoming had 250 yuan more in his hand. He was going to give the money intact to the printing factory. He was indeed just a porter.

Before leaving, he reminded Fang Jun, "Brother Jun, I heard that Ninghai has started to crack down on speculation. You should either keep a low profile recently..."

Fang Jun nodded, "I got wind of it, too. I didn't expect you to know about our business. Thank you. If you have other business in the future, remember to take care of me."

"Okay, Jun brother, I'm going back then."

It was not very peaceful here at night. Qiu Huoming touched his bulging lining pocket and quickened his pace.

As April came, there were more insects. Under the dim street lights, small flying insects flapped their wings towards the light. Perhaps because the Qingming Festival had just passed, there were few pedestrians on the road. A few people on bicycles passed by him quickly.

As soon as he reached the intersection, he saw several young men standing at the junction, each holding a cigarette in their mouths. They gathered in front of a closed shop, talking loudly, and their movements were frivolous and a bit ruffian.

Qiu Huoming lowered his head and didn't look at them, and his pace quickened.

"Boy, stop..." Qiu Huoming was stunned. He didn't expect that even though he didn't want to cause trouble, trouble would happen to him.

The leading young man rushed forward a few steps and just blocked Qiu Huoming's way. The people behind him stood there with a smile on their faces. This was very normal for them, they were just having fun.

Qiu Huoming looked over. He didn't recognize any of the young men here. The one in the lead had short hair, was in his 20s, tall and thin, and was wearing bell-bottom pants which had just become popular.

Qiu Huoming smiled innocently, "Comrade, I'm late for school... Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Young man, you are so polite. Do you have money on you? We are going to have a meal, but we don't have enough money. Do you want to chip in?" The leading young man smiled and reached into his pocket.

Qiu Huoming's eyes flashed and he was about to push his hand away.

A bicycle next to them suddenly squeaked in between them, and the front of the bicycle brushed the young man's outstretched hand. He took a step back with a start and was about to lose his temper.

The man on the bicycle said as he stepped on the pedal, "You people from the South Gate are going to touch our people from the East Gate?"

Some of the young men standing behind him have already recognized him, "Brother Geng!"

Qiu Huoming saw the tall Zhang Yougen sitting on a bicycle, staring at the young man in bell-bottom pants with an arrogant look on his face.

"It's a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding." The young man in bell-bottom pants took another step back. "Hey, we're going to have a midnight snack. Brother Geng, do you want to come with us?"

Seeing that they were sensible, Zhang Yougen snorted, "I'm not free today. You're out having fun right after Qingming Festival. Aren't you afraid of being haunted?"

He turned his head and looked at Qiu Huoming, "Get in the car."

"Okay, Brother Yougen."

Qiu Huoming quickly jumped into the back seat of his car.

Zhang Yougen put his foot on the pedal and the car moved forward quickly...

When they were far away, he asked, "How did you offend these little hooligans?"

"I am innocent. I was just walking on the road and was stopped."

"These people are becoming more and more shameless. Let's deal with them someday..." Zhang Yougen said coldly.

A name immediately came to Qiu Huoming’s mind: Chen Jinnan!

It was a pity that these gangsters all had a miserable end. "Brother Yougen, thank you. You didn't have to stand up for me. They didn't have time to deal with me..."

"It's none of your business. I just want to beat them up." Zhang Yougen's voice was a little cruel.

Qiu Huoming stopped talking. He didn't understand the world of the big guys.

When they reached the gate, Zhang Yougen said, "Get out of the car."

Qiu Huoming jumped off the bike quickly. Zhang Yougen bent down, put his hand on the brake, and rode the bike slowly through the small door. Then he accelerated and soon disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

The little yellow dog then ran out, growling softly in a baby voice. Qiu Huoming stepped over the door frame. When the little yellow dog saw the familiar figure, it immediately started wagging its tail without a trace.

Qiu Huoming bent down and touched the little yellow dog's head. Perhaps it had grown taller recently, its body had become taller, and its neck looked a little longer.