1994: From a young man from a small town to a second-generation resident of Shanghai

Having just closed two deals, Chen Yong was in high spirits and said to Zhou Qiang, "Zhou Qiang, you did a great job. Our branch is starting to get on the right track, but we can't let our guard down. Headquarters has even higher expectations for us."

This is just the beginning. Headquarters will introduce us to more resources later, which may require a lot of your effort. Of course, headquarters has also considered our hard work and given us an extra two hundred yuan in funding this month. Although it's not much, it's a sign of their appreciation. This two hundred yuan is all yours; you probably need it more than I do.

Zhou Qiang didn't stand on ceremony with General Manager Chen and excitedly accepted the two hundred yuan; he was indeed short of money right now.

Long-term unemployment and lack of stable income make even renting a place difficult.

Two hundred yuan was just enough to solve his immediate problem.

As long as I follow General Manager Chen, I will become a formal employee of the China Merchants Group, and my future will be bright.

It was with this belief that Zhou Qiang worked hard without complaint, eating the empty promises Chen Yong made for him every day before going home.

After Chen Yong finishes this order, he estimates that there probably won't be many other factories in this industry left.

It was a good time to relax for a while, and the two hundred yuan was the living expenses that Chen Yong gave to Zhou Qiang.

"You've worked so hard for so long. Headquarters hasn't assigned you any heavy tasks for the time being. You can take this time to relax, learn more about the company, get in shape, and improve your image."

He also gained Zhou Qiang's admiration.

Chen Yong was just saying it casually, nothing substantial, and he never expected Zhou Qiang to take it seriously.

After leaving the company, Chen Yong drove his Mercedes to the bank first.

Chen Yong has been in Shanghai for more than ten days. Although he has spoken to his parents in Xina County twice by phone, he is still very grateful for their kindness.

Now that I'm making money, I'm thinking of sending tens of thousands of yuan back to them.

Tens of thousands of yuan is nothing in Shanghai, but in my hometown, many families can't afford to spend that much of their savings.

Chen Yong was grateful for their kindness in raising him, and with this money, he could improve their lives.

It's worth mentioning that the way money was transferred in this era was not as convenient as it would be in the future internet age.

There are three main ways to transfer money in this era.

The first method is to send the money back via postal money order. This method is safe, but slow. The second method is EMS wire transfer. The third method is to deposit the money into a bank account at a branch.

Chen Yong chose the first option: postal money transfer, followed by a phone call home to let them know.

Wang Juan criticized him, "Do your parents need money? They don't need you to send money back. Besides, the money you spend is all your aunt's."

Wang Juan wanted to cry. Her son had gone to Shanghai and was sending money back to them so soon. It must have been Chen Yun who gave them the money.

They knew that Chen Yun was now a multi-billionaire boss, and tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, were just small change to him.

The couple couldn't earn that much money in their entire lives.

"Mom, this is money I earned myself, not money from my aunt. You and Dad can use it without worry."

"Oh right, my aunt bought me a Mercedes, and I'll have to pay her back later."

When his family heard that Chen Yong was driving a Mercedes, they felt a mix of emotions. They thought that raising a child like this would inevitably spoil Chen Yong's ambitions.

A Mercedes costs hundreds of thousands of yuan. In this county town, there's only one Mercedes, and it's a second-hand, smuggled car.

Sina County is close to the border, and smugglers have targeted the luxury car market, importing used luxury cars from abroad at low prices and then selling them to bosses in China, making a fortune.

"You must remember how good Chen Fang was to you; she's your own aunt."

Wang Juan's last sentence was quite meaningful.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yong was preparing to leave the Post Office Bank.

Before he left, a woman from the bank called out to him.

"Sir, please wait a moment. May I bother you for a moment?"

The woman was wearing a custom-made office uniform and was quite attractive. But no matter how beautiful a woman is, Chen Yong had no interest in her.

Ding Li was indeed considered the bank's most beautiful woman; even the bank manager was captivated by her. She was 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, excellent curves, and a natural allure, yet she didn't lack innocence.

He said calmly, "What is it? I have other things to do."

Ding Li's meaning was simple: she wanted to get to know this handsome, wealthy, and capable man in front of her!

I just saw him withdraw tens of thousands of yuan, and he was driving a Mercedes.

Chen Yong soon found out why she was so confident.

"Mr. Chen, I know you must be a very wealthy and powerful person. I am a recent college graduate, and I have a deposit target at the bank. Could you please help me out? Thank you."

A recent college graduate? That sounds better than a seasoned finance professional.

He's a germaphobe.

"You want me to help you meet your deposit target?" Chen Yong frowned, looking displeased, which made Ding Li very nervous.

She had never been so nervous in front of a man, not even when she saw the bank manager.

"Could you give me a chance? I'll help you apply for the best deals, and you can also get a loan from me. I have available credit."

At that time, bank deposit interest rates were extremely high, and social inflation was particularly severe.

Nobody wants to keep their money in the bank, especially those who are smart enough to make money know that keeping money in the bank is just for filial piety, while investing to make money is the only real goal.

Bank interest rates of over ten percent are simply terrifying.

When bank interest rates are high, you should spend your money; when bank interest rates are low, you should save some money for insurance.

This is how the wealthy have been playing for thousands of years.

"I'm not free right now, let's talk about it another time."

Chen Yong had no obligation to help her complete her deposit target.

Ding Li was worried that Chen Yongzhen would leave like this, so she asked, "May I have your business card?"

Chen Yong casually handed over a business card.

His business card had a very high-class feel to it, introducing himself as "Dr. Chen".

It also noted "Graduated from"

It's bilingual (Chinese and English) and very intimidating.

Ding Li was taken aback by his business card, exclaiming in her heart, "My God, this guy is amazing! He graduated from abroad at such a young age and is a PhD."

Although Ding Li couldn't read the English on the back, she could see the Chinese on the front.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I won't bother you any longer. I'll contact you again when you have time."

After seeing Chen Yong off, Ding Li was overjoyed. She had obtained the business card of such a talented man and fantasized about becoming his woman, or even just his lover.

In a good mood, I started humming a little tune.

Why did you drift away with the autumn wind?

[No goodbye, no take-backs]

No surname or given name was left.

The song Ding Li was singing was "A Blow of Annoying Autumn Wind," sung by disco queen Zhang Qiang in 87.

This song is still popular now; everyone who goes to a karaoke bar sings it, especially passionate young girls.

"What good thing happened, Ding Li? Who was that person you were looking for just now?"

Seeing Ding Li so happy, the bank's general manager walked over with a sinister smile and asked.

"Ah~ Manager Xu, I just went to talk to a client, and it went quite well. I'll get back to work now."

Ding Li was very afraid of Manager Xu, always feeling that he was a bad person who had ulterior motives towards her.

"Work hard, or the bank manager will criticize you!"

Back at her workstation, her colleague whispered to her, "Ding Li, did you finish your conversation with that rich and handsome client? You've got guts!"

"There's been progress," Ding Li said, forcing a smile, though she felt a little guilty.

However, she was quickly overwhelmed by the compliments from her colleagues; this was exactly the kind of life she wanted.

She's not interested in that old-fashioned bank manager at all!

Just by exchanging a few words with Mr. Chen, I can receive so many compliments from my colleagues. If I could become his woman...

The rest of the time was filled with Ding Li's fantasies.

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Chen Yong drove home early; his family was moving today.

Chen Fang has already moved the furniture into her apartment on Zhoujiapai Road.

It is said that the furniture is all imported and has been pre-treated for formaldehyde, so it can be used directly.

We also bought a set of large appliances such as a television, refrigerator, and washing machine.

Most importantly, there are enough rooms in the new house.

Chen Yong no longer has to share a bed with his aunt.

At first, he didn't think much of it, but after sleeping with a beautiful woman next to him every day for a while, he started to panic and even felt a little scared.