I was a daigou in the 60s

Ever since the two of them started working together, Xiao Dongqing has been like a shadow that cannot be shaken off.

They always found various reasons to ask him for money, calling it construction funds.

But all this money seems to have disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Hong almost emptied his savings, but saw no return, which made him anxious.

"Xiao Dongqing, let me make it clear first, if you still come to ask for money today, I won't have a penny!"

Zhang Hong asked angrily.

"We agreed at the beginning that I would invest."

"You gave me profits, but I haven't seen a penny of interest yet!"

"Mr. Zhang, please calm down. Harmony brings wealth."

Xiao Dongqing smiled and handed over a cigarette, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Don't try that on me!"

Zhang Hong slapped Xiao Dongqing's hand away, took out the contract from the drawer and slammed it heavily on the table.

"It's clearly written in the contract that if this project loses money, you have to compensate me!"

Xiao Dongqing sneered and took out a plastic bag from his pocket.

With a slight shake, a thick stack of cash appeared inside.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Hong frowned, a hint of caution in his tone.

"Mr. Zhang, these are the project funds you approved for me before."

Xiao Dongqing lit a cigarette and spoke slowly.

“Logically, this money should have been spent on finding land and building the factory.

However, I managed to find a free plot of land, so I saved that."

Zhang Hong was stunned. Looking at the money on the table, he was speechless for a moment, his face turning red and white.

"This...Mr. Xiao, I..."

He smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his uneasiness.

"I've been under a lot of pressure lately, so I might be overthinking it."

"Is this why you doubt me?"

Xiao Dongqing stood up, his voice slightly angry.

“I worked so hard on this project.”

"And yet I'm here to be questioned by you! If you don't believe me..."

As he spoke, he took out a key from his pocket and slammed it on the table.

“Here are the keys to the factory, take care of them yourself.

That’s it between us.”

Seeing Xiao Dongqing was about to leave, Zhang Hong became anxious and quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the house.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

He closed the door, returned the key to Xiao Dongqing, and explained with a smile.

“Don’t take it seriously, I was just joking.

I'll buy you a drink some other day to make amends."

Xiao Dongqing smiled inwardly, knowing that people like Zhang Hong's offer of treating him to a drink was mostly just a polite remark.

But he still went along with it.

"In that case, how about drinking it today?"

"The factory is now built, and it's time for you to meet the team members."

Zhang Hong forced a smile and agreed.

"Okay, see you tonight at the Peace Hotel."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Xiao Dongqing left after he finished speaking.

Zhang Hong stood at the door and saw Xiao Dongqing off with a smile on his face.

When the other person's figure disappeared around the corner, his smile disappeared instantly and his face became gloomy.

"Humph, a small-time stinky tofu maker dares to put on airs in front of me."

Zhang Hong muttered to himself.

"Just wait, wait until I master your skills, and see how long you can be so arrogant!"

He slammed the door shut, his heart filled with obsession with future plans and dissatisfaction with Xiao Dongqing.

Zhang Hong slammed the table and stood up, furious, but Xiao Dongqing did not witness this scene.

At this time, Xiao Dongqing had returned to the tofu shop, and Liang Zheng was already waiting there.

"Dongqing, you asked me to transport all the soybeans and materials to the factory today. This is a bit tricky!"

Liang Zheng said with a worried look on his face.

"Can't find a cart?"

Xiao Dongqing asked.

“It’s not the cart’s problem, it’s the lack of soybeans.

I can only process 20 kilograms of soybeans every day, and there are at most 500 kilograms stored in the warehouse.

Now that we have a factory, those soymilk machines consume at least 5,000 kilograms of soybeans every day, and I simply can’t collect that much.”

Liang Zheng explained anxiously.

"Where do you usually buy soybeans from?"

Xiao Dongqing continued to ask.

"When purchasing from farmers in the village, one mu of land can produce about 200 kilograms of soybeans.

Some people only have half an acre of land, and they have to travel to several villages to get the full amount.

I can barely gather 500 kilograms, but 5,000 kilograms is as difficult as a dream! "

Liang Zheng sighed.

"Don't worry, we can put up notices in the village to collect soybeans."

“At the same time, we are contacting suppliers from other places to purchase in bulk.”

"If it doesn't work, we can raise the price."

Xiao Dongqing proposed a solution.

Liang Zheng nodded repeatedly.

“Okay, Holly, I’ll do as you say.

I will write a big-character poster tonight."

Before he finished speaking, Liang Zheng was about to leave, but when he passed by Xiao Dongqing, he was grabbed by him.

"Can you drink?"

Xiao Dongqing asked.

"You know a little bit, what's wrong?"

Liang Zheng replied.

"Let's put the big-character poster issue aside for now. I'm having a drinking party tonight. Please come with me."

Xiao Dongqing suggested with a smile, even though he had vowed to quit drinking.

But in the business world, drinking culture is indispensable.

Having someone who can drink alcohol around can make negotiations go more smoothly.

Although Liang Zheng is not a veteran in the bar.

But since no one was available at the moment, he had no choice but to make do.

As dusk fell, Xiao Dongqing and Liang Zheng arrived in front of the Peace Hotel as scheduled.

Zhang Hong came up to him with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Xiao, I have been waiting for you for a long time. The box is ready. Please come in."

Just as Xiao Dongqing was about to agree, there was a sudden commotion around him.

Several people were chasing a woman, and this woman was Yang Xueqin.

When she saw Xiao Dongqing, she hurriedly hid behind him and said breathlessly.

"Hurry... Xiao Dongqing... help me!"

Xiao Dongqing frowned slightly, obviously puzzled by the situation.

Yang Xueqin was obviously terrified and shouted loudly at the people chasing her.

"You bastards, come on if you can!"

The people who were chasing after her cursed viciously, wanting Yang Xueqin to come out and face them.

Xiao Dongqing realized that the situation was urgent and that he had to take immediate action.

Several people were panting, with veins on their foreheads exposed, and they seemed to want to tear Yang Xueqin into pieces immediately.

Just as Zhang Hong was about to ask for clarification, Xiao Dongqing came forward and said with a gentle smile.

"Everything can be discussed peacefully, why make such a fuss?"

"discuss?"

The crew-haired man widened his eyes and roared.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Why should I reason with you?"

Xiao Dongqing's smile froze instantly and his face turned gloomy.

There was a chilling coldness in that smile.

The short-haired man suddenly felt a chill and realized that the person in front of him was no ordinary person.

He glared at the man with a crew cut and signaled him to shut up.

Yang Xueqin's body was shaking violently. She clutched Xiao Dongqing's clothes tightly, her palms full of sweat.

Her eyes never left the group.