A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Hu Dahai has been busy delivering fish to the food factory recently.

Of course, he also has more and more money in his hands. Now he earns several hundred yuan every day, and his assets are already several thousand yuan.

With just a little more savings, I can soon become a millionaire, a status that many people can only dream of.

That morning, when Hu Dahai finished selling the fish at the food factory and was about to go home, he happened to see Zhang Zhaoxing leading a man of about his age around the factory.

"Dahai!" Upon seeing Hu Dahai, Zhang Zhaoxing not only did not avoid suspicion, but instead openly called out to Hu Dahai, and then led that person to Hu Dahai.

"Director Zhang." Hu Dahai greeted him with a smile. Although he was pushing a cart, he remained neither humble nor arrogant. While greeting Zhang Zhaoxing, he also gave a slight bow and smile to the people next to him.

Zhang Zhaoxing introduced the person to the side: "**Brother, this is the benefactor who helped me come back from the brink of death. Our food factory was really on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for Brother Dahai, I wouldn't be the factory manager today."

Hu Dahai looked at the man next to Zhang Zhaoxing and found that he had a dignified appearance and a typical official demeanor.

When he heard the name **, he had a feeling that he had heard it somewhere before.

At this moment, Zhang Zhaoxing introduced Hu Dahai to the factory director: "Brother Dahai, this is the director of our Hangzhou state-owned textile factory. Their textile factory is much larger than our food factory, with more than 6000 employees."

Upon hearing this, Hu Dahai had a feeling that something significant had happened in his previous life related to **, but he couldn't quite recall it. So, he first politely addressed **, saying, "Director Song, I've long admired your name."

He responded politely, "I've always heard Zhaoxing talk about you. You're a very good person. Since you've helped Zhaoxing, if you need any help from me, you can come to the textile factory and find me. I'll do my best to help you."

These words undoubtedly surprised Hu Dahai, because under normal circumstances, someone of such status would not easily say such a thing to him.

But since they've only met once, and **he took the initiative to say such things, it's clear that **he's a very magnanimous person.

After exchanging pleasantries, Hu Dahai hurried off to the market to sell fish.

However, just as Hu Dahai was about to reach the gate, he saw the gatekeeper leisurely take out a box of matches from his pocket, strike one, and light a cigarette.

In an instant, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck Hu Dahai's mind. A flood of memories rushed into his mind.

Upon reflection, Hu Dahai couldn't help but sigh, no wonder he couldn't remember ** for a moment. It was because the matter itself had no direct connection to **, but rather to **'s son.

In my previous life, around this time, an accident occurred at a state-owned textile factory in Hangzhou. A large truck carrying goods, due to overloading and its age, suffered a broken axle, causing the entire truck to break apart and deviate significantly. The front of the truck went out of control and crashed into a warehouse, where it burst into flames.

This warehouse happened to be their yarn warehouse, containing the raw yarn for their textile factory. All the yarn instantly became ignition material, quickly igniting. Even worse, the son of the person in question was working as a warehouse keeper there. During the fire, he desperately tried to fight the flames, sacrificing himself to save others, but was burned alive inside, becoming the sole victim of the accident.

Originally, he should have been implicated in this incident, but because of his son, and because he was usually honest, kind, and caring towards others, everyone respected him, so he wasn't removed from his position as factory manager. However, having lost his son, he had no heart to continue working and ultimately voluntarily requested to resign.

In fact, both ** and **'s sons were innocent in this matter, especially **'s son, who had no reason to die. He could have easily escaped. It's just that when misfortune strikes, it's unavoidable, and kind people often die young.

Seeing that this person is quite nice, Hu Dahai decided to go back and give him a heads-up, whether he believes it or not is up to him.

Moreover, he may need this **'s help when he has a great opportunity to make money in the future.

Thinking of this, Hu Dahai stopped the cart and said to Bao Yuanshan, "Wait for me for a moment."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and went back to ** and Zhang Zhaoxing.

"Dahai, why are you back again?" Zhang Zhaoxing asked curiously, looking at Hu Dahai who had returned.

"Oh, I have something I'd like to discuss with Director Song," Hu Dahai said.

Hearing this, he was slightly taken aback. He had just told Hu Dahai to come find him quickly if he needed anything, and Hu Dahai had actually come to find him so soon.

"I don't know what you want to see me about," he asked, puzzled.

Hu Dahai smiled. He could tell that although the person in question didn't say it, they must have a bad impression of him.

But he still had to ask, "Director Song, is your son in charge of the raw yarn warehouse in your factory?"

Looking at Hu Dahai in surprise, she asked, "How did you know? Did you already know me?"

His son's management of the raw material warehouse in his factory was a relatively secret. In fact, very few people in the factory knew that his son was in charge of the warehouse because he didn't want to give his son a proper experience and didn't want anyone to give him special treatment.

How is it that even an outsider like Hu Dahai knows that his son works in his factory?

Before Hu Dahai could come up with an excuse, Zhang Zhaoxing spoke up first: "**, don't underestimate Brother Dahai. When he was helping me, he easily revealed many of my secrets."

"Maybe that's his ability. Anyway, after what I've been through, I still trust what he says."

**She looked Hu Dahai up and down again in disbelief, completely unable to believe that Hu Dahai could have such special abilities. Could it be that Hu Dahai had an extraordinary team of secret agents monitoring them every day?

He then asked with a hint of nervousness, "Could it be that something has happened to my son?"

Combining Zhang Zhaoxing's and Hu Dahai's words, he easily realized that what Hu Dahai was about to say must be related to his son. But this was their only child; if something happened to him, their family would have no one to carry on the family line. Therefore, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Hu Dahai nodded, then shook his head.

"What do you mean by nodding and then shaking your head?" **She was a little anxious.

“If you trust me to handle this, then it has nothing to do with your son. But if you don’t handle it well, then it will have something to do with your son,” Hu Dahai said.

"After you go back today, move everything in your raw material warehouse to another warehouse as soon as possible. Just don't keep it in that warehouse anymore."

"Huh? You want me to relocate the entire warehouse? Do you know how much of my goods are in that warehouse?" He was dumbfounded.