All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

While Zhou Yongcheng was busy, Han Chunming, from the Zhengyangmen Underworld, was also busy.

After Zhou Yongcheng left, he also packed up his stall and went to a secluded courtyard to check on the supplies.

When he saw the crystal-clear rice and snow-white flour, he knew that the mysterious Boss Zhou was no ordinary person.

This was the first time he had ever seen such high-quality rice and flour; it was clear at a glance that these were not foods that ordinary people could afford.

It's getting late, so we'll ask Taozi and the others for help with the business tomorrow.

The next morning, Han Chunming hadn't set up his stall to collect recyclables that day, so he went to find Taozi and Cai Xiaoli.

"Chunming, why are you in such a hurry to find us?" Cai Xiaoli asked.

"Great news, I'll help you all get rich," Han Chunming said with a smile.

"What...good news is it this time?" Taozi asked.

They knew Han Chunming was smart and had many ways to make money, so Han Chunming would usually bring them along whenever he had a way to make money.

"Great news! Let's go, I'll show you what it is."

Soon the three of them arrived at the courtyard where the supplies were stored.

When Cai Xiaoli and Taozi saw the rice and fabric, they were amazed, as this was not something ordinary families could afford to eat.

"Chunming, do you mean we have to sell this kind of rice and flour?" Cai Xiaoli asked.

“Yes, a mysterious boss asked me to help him sell them. He’ll give me 30% of the profits, and I’ll give you half of what you sell. How about that?” Han Chunming said.

"No, it's too much."

"Too...too much."

Cai Xiaoli and Taozi both felt it was too much; such good stuff wouldn't have any trouble selling, and Han Chunming was practically giving them money.

"Not much. That mysterious boss will have plenty of things for us to sell in the future. There's no end to the money we can make. Let's all get rich together," Han Chunming said.

Cai Xiaoli and Taozi wanted to decline, but Han Chunming made the decision directly.

"Chunming, how much are the rice and flour?" Cai Xiaoli asked.

This question stumped Han Chunming. Boss Zhou didn't give a definite price either, just told him to figure it out himself.

"What do you think?"

“Such good stuff should definitely be more expensive than the market price. How about selling it for three cents a pound?” Cai Xiaoli said.

"Yes...it's a bit expensive," Taozi said.

Han Chunming thought for a moment and said, "Two to three cents, you can sell it for whatever you like, just don't sell it for less than two cents."

The group then embarked on their sales journey.

They went from street to street selling rice or flour.

real world.

It was past 5 p.m. when Zhou Yongcheng called Supervisor Huang and invited him to have a late-night snack.

Working hours at a fabric dyeing factory are quite long, usually in two shifts: a day shift and a night shift. From 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., you have to work for twelve hours, which shows how tiring it is to work at a fabric dyeing factory.

In addition to inviting Manager Huang, I also invited my close colleagues.

There are very few female colleagues in the dyeing workshop; there are only a few in the office and laboratory, while there are more female colleagues in other departments.

The dyeing workshop is mostly filled with men, which shows that it's difficult to find a partner in a dyeing factory.

Otherwise, Zhou Yongcheng would still be unmarried at the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

Around 8 p.m., Zhou Yongcheng went to the food stall where they often ate late-night snacks.

The food stall was doing very well; several tables were already occupied.

The fans around us made it feel very comfortable. After ordering our food, Manager Huang and his team arrived shortly afterward.

The dyeing factory is not far from the place where we go for a late-night snack; it only takes ten minutes to walk there.

"You've had a good time today, but things haven't been peaceful at the factory," said Supervisor Huang.

Manager Huang was in his forties, not very tall, probably only about 1.68 meters, less than 1.7 meters. He was a bit thin, with short hair, cut into a buzz cut. Although he was in his forties, he was very energetic.

"What's wrong with the factory?" Zhou Yongcheng asked curiously.

"The old man who was dehydrating the cloth today almost died. He was just a hair's breadth away. He was really lucky to survive," Zhang Qingsong said.

"Tell me what happened."

"He was putting the cloth into the dehydrator, and I don't know if he lost his footing or had a brain fart, but he almost fell into the dehydrator. If someone hadn't pulled him up, that old man would probably be dead today."

Who was next to him at the time?

"He was from the shaping department. He just happened to need that batch of fabric, so I was watching him dehydrate. That old man was lucky; if no one had been around, we probably would have had to take a break for a while."

As they were chatting, the food Zhou Yongcheng had ordered was served, and they drank and talked at the same time.

"Brother Huang, I'm afraid I'll have to resign," Zhou Yongcheng said.

As soon as Zhou Yongcheng spoke, the dining table fell silent, everyone staring at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm telling the truth. Last night, a brother from the village called me and asked me to do something for him, so I took the day off today to think about it," Zhou Yongcheng said, offering an excuse.

"I thought the boss resigned in anger because he couldn't stand not being able to get a managerial position."

"You think it's you?"

The group spent more than an hour eating and drinking, and Supervisor Huang expressed his regret over Zhou Yongcheng's departure.

He knew Zhou Yongcheng's abilities. If he were the factory manager, he would definitely promote Zhou Yongcheng to a supervisor. Unfortunately, he was only a minor supervisor.

Above them are the director and the factory manager. Appointments of supervisors and above in the dyeing factory are basically decided by the factory manager.

"Isn't the boss going to work tomorrow?"

"I'm not going anymore. I'm going to process my emergency resignation."

"Leaving in an emergency will cost you a lot less money."

"It won't be much less, just some bonuses and benefits, around two thousand yuan."

After eating and drinking, it was already 10 p.m., and Manager Huang and his team had to go to work the next day.

Back in his rented room, Zhou Yongcheng went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Although the food stalls have fans, it's still too hot to resist; you'll be covered in sweat while eating a late-night snack.

After taking a shower, Zhou Yongcheng put on some simple clothes, sat on the bed for a while in the air-conditioned room, and then disappeared from the room.

In the world beneath Zhengyangmen Gate, Zhou Yongcheng emerged from a fallen corner and looked at the people dressed in ancient clothes riding bicycles through the alleys. He felt that whether in the real world or in the 1970s and 80s, people were always struggling to make a living.

We followed the alley to the place where Han Chunming collected scrap, but Han Chunming wasn't there; only an older woman was there.

"Big sister, where is Han Chunming?"

"You must be Boss Zhou? Chunming said that as long as you show up, I should take you to him."

After the older sister finished speaking, she led Zhou Yongcheng to one side of the alley.

Not long after, the eldest sister brought Zhou Yongcheng to the courtyard house where Han Chunming lived.

"Chunming, Chunming, Boss Zhou is here!" the older sister called out loudly at the door.

Han Chunming ran out of the house as soon as his older sister finished speaking.

"Boss Zhou has finally arrived."

Han Chunming quickly invited Zhou Yongcheng into the house.

The woman had finished her task and went back to tend her stall.

"Are you planning to give up the scrap metal business?" Zhou Yongcheng asked with a smile.

"That's the plan. Since you asked me to do something for you, I'm determined to do it wholeheartedly. I won't do anything half-hearted."

Although Han Chunming did not know Zhou Yongcheng's specific background, the fact that he could produce such high-quality rice and flour meant that his background must be extraordinary.

"Why do I only see you at home? Where are your family members?"

"They all went out, and I'm home alone."

After Han Chunming finished speaking, he used a very old-fashioned teacup to brew a cup of tea for Zhou Yongcheng.