All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

Construction has begun on the fishpond dam.

The sound of firecrackers at the site of the dam construction was deafening and lasted for about fifteen minutes.

Construction of the dam officially began, and Zhou Yongcheng was also helping to move stones.

Although he appeared to be moving stones, he was secretly practicing telekinesis.

During his time back in the village, he spent most of his evenings practicing telekinesis at the Zhengyangmen Gate.

After practicing for a period of time, his telekinetic abilities can lift a weight of about one ton.

He conducted flight experiments at night under Zhengyangmen Gate and was able to fly a distance of over a thousand meters.

If you fly fast, you won't reach that distance; the distance you fly will be shorter.

The telekinetic power is still not strong enough. If the telekinetic power were strong enough, flying hundreds or thousands of kilometers would be impressive. I need to practice more.

After staying at home for two days, Zhou Yongcheng told his second uncle and the others that he had left the village by car.

Back in the city, Zhou Yongcheng took out his phone and made a call.

"Brother Ding, I've arrived in the city. Let's get together tonight."

"no problem."

Ding Ying contacted him a couple of days ago when he was in his hometown, asking where he was.

Ding Ying was his high school classmate, and they were very close friends. They studied together from the first year of high school until graduation.

I contacted Ding Ying when I went to the city, and he said he was on a business trip in the county and would talk to me when he got back.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yongcheng searched online for the location of the slaughterhouse, and found that there was one in Huanbei Street.

After checking the location of the slaughterhouse, Zhou Yongcheng drove there.

The slaughterhouse is located in a very remote area. It has to be remote, because the smell can be smelled for a kilometer or two. It wouldn't be able to operate if it weren't located in a remote area.

Upon entering the slaughterhouse, which was bustling with activity, Zhou Yongcheng found a staff member and explained his purpose. The staff member then led Zhou Yongcheng to the owner.

"Sir, I wonder how many cows you have to deal with."

"About ten cattle. I see you have a truck here that can transport cattle. Do you offer a cattle hauling service?"

"Yes, we can pick up the cattle from your door and handle the processing; it's a one-stop service."

After chatting with the boss for a while and learning about their pricing, Zhou Yong paid the deposit, arranged a time with the boss, and drove home.

Standing in the courtyard, he realized he'd been incredibly busy lately. He wanted to hire someone to tear down the house's wall, build a few paths leading to the bamboo grove behind the mountain, and construct a pavilion in the grove, among other things.

Let's not rush things about the house; let's get what needs to be done first.

Entering the room, Zhou Yongcheng sat down in a chair and thought about what else he needed to do.

Oh, and I should send some perks to Manager Huang as a way of thanking him.

I took out my phone and called Manager Huang.

"You didn't even call after you got back," Manager Huang said, sounding like he hadn't woken up properly.

Zhou Yongcheng then realized that he had switched to the night shift, and that this had disturbed his sleep; he felt truly guilty.

"There are too many things to do at home, that's why I called you."

"Has the work been finalized?"

“I’m already at work, and that’s why I thought of you first. I have a client who wants a batch of fabric, so you can earn some extra money.”

"Do you want cotton or some other type of fabric?"

"Pure cotton fabric, and the customer said they wanted a fabric with a vintage feel."

Do you have any samples?

"No, he only gave me pictures and specific data on the fabric. I just need to produce according to the pictures and data he provided."

"I suspect you've been scammed. If you need fabric, you need a sample."

"Don't worry about that, the money has already been transferred."

"You've encountered an amazing client! If it were a sales representative from the factory, they'd be laughing in their sleep."

After chatting for a while, Zhou Yongcheng sent several pictures to Supervisor Huang for review, along with the corresponding fabric data. He had ordered a total of ten tons of fabric, all of which was pure cotton.

Zhou Yongcheng paid Supervisor Huang for the ten tons of fabric in one go, and sure enough, Supervisor Huang called again.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run away with all this money?"

"We've known each other for so many years, I know what kind of person you are."

"Ten tons of fabric wouldn't cost this much. You didn't give me all of it without making a single penny, did you?"

Supervisor Huang was somewhat suspicious. Although he worked at a dyeing factory, he was still very knowledgeable about fabric prices.

He knew everything about the process, from cotton thread to weaving, dyeing, and shaping. He was very familiar with how much cotton thread was needed for one ton of fabric and the processing fees. The money Zhou Yongcheng gave him far exceeded the total value of ten tons of fabric.

“How could I not make a profit? I’ve already deducted the profit from the payment for the goods. The remaining money, after deducting the cost, is your profit. If you place an order directly with the factory, you should get a discount and can make even more,” Zhou Yongcheng said with a smile.

In addition to dyeing fabric, Zhou Yongcheng's former workplace was also a textile factory. So, if he wanted fabric, he could just place an order with the factory and they could produce whatever fabric he wanted.

"You're giving me way too much. This order is worth more than two years' salary for me."

"That's why I say there's no future in working for someone else. Let's get this batch of fabric out first. Maybe there will be more later. Then you can switch careers and become a salesperson. Besides my orders, you can take other orders."

"You're painting such a beautiful picture. It's a shame you're not a boss. You know my personality. I'm good at technical work, but I'm not cut out for sales."

Supervisor Huang has worked in the factory for more than ten years. His personality is not much different from Zhou Yongcheng's. If Supervisor Huang were like the bald guy before him, he would at least be a director by now.

The two chatted for a while, then hung up the phone; Manager Huang wanted to sleep.

As evening approached, Ding Ying called and said he had made a reservation at a private restaurant and asked him to come over.

Ding Ying then sent over the location of the private kitchen.

Zhou Yongcheng opened the navigation and saw that the private restaurant was located in the south of the city, which was a bit far, and he wasn't very familiar with the area.

Driving, Zhou Yongcheng followed the navigation and it took him a while to arrive at the private restaurant.

Ding Ying called as soon as I arrived at the door.

"We've arrived, they're at the entrance..."

He wanted to ask Ding Ying where she was, but the call ended. Just as he was about to ask the waiter next to him, Ding Ying came out from inside.

"Brother Zhou, you're a bit slow. I've been here for quite a while."

"Brother Ding, I also want to be fast, but I can't. I live in the Huanbei Street area."

Zhou Yongcheng looked Ding Ying up and down. Ding Ying had changed a lot. They hadn't seen each other since graduating from high school, and they only kept in touch with each other through WeChat.

Ding Yingren is quite handsome and very tall, standing at 1.8 meters. He is somewhat overweight and works in a government department, though I didn't ask which department he works in.

Ding Ying was also sizing up Zhou Yongcheng and said, "You haven't changed at all over the years."

"You've changed quite a bit, you're more mature than me. Judging by your demeanor, what level of official position have you reached?"

The two chatted as they walked inside, eventually entering a private room.

There was no one else in the private room, just the two of them.

"If we can keep our official positions, we'll be lucky to keep our current ones. At best, we're just errand runners. I'm running around to different counties almost every day."

They chatted for a short while before the food arrived. The two ate and talked, asking each other questions and recounting their experiences over the years, as well as the wonderful times they had during their school days.

The two ate for more than an hour, and neither of them drank alcohol because they were both driving.