Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

“When those people came to our door to borrow money, if it weren’t for your advisor, they would have arrested your mother and me.”

"Are you just hoping to see me get arrested and then disappear without a trace? You'll be happy then, huh?"

The hand that was slapping on the table made Jia Geng jump backward, his mind reeling.

He didn't intend for it to be like this; he just had no other choice. He planned to hide for a few days and find an opportunity to come back, take money from home, and pay back the debts.

But he never expected that those people would dare to kidnap someone.

He certainly wouldn't dare to actually tie her up, but Qin Huairu had to exaggerate the severity of the problem at this moment.

Besides, not everyone is afraid to do it.

If you really run into someone who values ​​money over life and is ignorant of the law and unafraid of death, how many times have they ended up with blood on their hands?

So, what happens when they arrest people and those who were killed are brought back to life?

If he dares to provoke loan sharks today, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause next time.

There will always be ruthless and vicious people.

He couldn't keep an eye on him 24 hours a day. He had been worried about his son, but now Qin Huai was increasingly afraid.

He also understood why his master had left him a message, telling him, "It will be too late if you wait any longer."

Having made up her mind, Qin Huairu stopped shouting.

He said expressionlessly, "Bang Geng, this is the last time."

“You should just go to work quietly, and let’s not talk about the past. But if you keep causing trouble like this…”

"From now on, I'll pretend I don't have a son like you."

“If we wait, let your father do whatever he wants, even if I, Qin Huairu, have failed the ancestors of the Jia family.”

Again and again, it's about "not having this son" and "feeling ashamed before the ancestors of the Jia family," bringing up the old ancestors.

Jia Geng was a little scared; his mother was serious this time.

Thinking about how much money he had spent on his family over the years and what he had accomplished, Jia Geng felt aggrieved.

Regret!

If he had taken that money and opened a nightclub, he would definitely be making money now.

Jia Geng had heard how good the nightclubs in the capital were.

That's what they call a "dark dance hall"—a place where you set up a few tables in a run-down room, make a small stage, hire a couple of people to provide tea and music.

They can earn several hundred or even a thousand yuan a week.

Feeling increasingly remorseful, Jia Geng raised his arm and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Mom, I'm such a bastard. This time I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"I really know I was wrong this time. Don't be angry. I promise I'll do my job well from now on."

"Don't be angry, Mom, believe me."

Looking at her son kneeling beside her, Qin Huairu had tears in her eyes and nodded emphatically.

She reached out and patted his head, saying, "Banggeng, even if it's not for Mom, but for Dad, for the Jia family, and for yourself, you have to prove yourself."

Chapter 402 A Few Dollars in Minutes, Lou Shi is Coming

Neon Precision Machinery's Beijing Suburbs Branch, Third-Party Production Workshop.

Jia Geng worked on the assembly line for two months, responsible for quality inspection and packaging, and he did a pretty good job.

A monthly salary of 42.5 yuan is not low.

After all these years of hustling, I've seen both big and small sums of money.

Bang Geng finally realized that if he had stayed in the factory and learned from Ma Hua back then...

Now, Xiao Dang's monthly salary of over eighty yuan is his.

But that's nothing compared to the real money to be made outside.

I've made an agreement with the restaurant to work three hours there every day after work.

Wages are calculated hourly, at 15 yuan per hour.

Three hours, that's 45 yuan.

That's 315 yuan a week, so it would be more than 1200 yuan a month.

Thinking about what his mother had said, Jia Geng was filled with regret!

But this also made him determined, 'This time, I must do a good job.'

"Your master may not say it, but he is still mindful of the master-disciple relationship between me and him."

"As long as you work hard and conscientiously, what's meant to be yours will come to you."

"But Master Yang... didn't even give us any warning!"

"Of course he did. He personally arranged for you to get in. How could others not inquire about you and not know your identity?"

"He doesn't need to say anything else; naturally, people will want to curry favor with you."

"Just do your job well. As long as you can be patient and do it well, I promise you you won't regret it in the future."

With his mother's assurance, Yang Jianguo's help to get him a job at the factory, and the encouragement from Xiao Dang, he was able to get in.

All these years of messing things up have left me with deep regret.

Finally, they managed to calm down Jia Geng's unruly nature.

In addition, his mother also said that the tertiary industry workshop might be separated out in the future.

The factory is going to implement a shareholding system, and all the high-performing full-time employees will receive shares. If the factory is profitable, they can earn a lot of money from dividends every year.

This is like partnering with someone in a business deal; you're essentially working for yourself.

There's pressure, there's motivation, and there are shares to hold onto.

How could Jia Geng not feel warm inside?

If those who knew him before saw him, they would definitely not believe that this person was Jia Geng himself.

Li Aimin, who came to visit the factory today, was quite surprised by what he saw.

Li Aimin knew he hadn't run a dance hall, but he didn't really care what he had done.

The Imperial Grand Ballroom, which frequents Da Mao's house, has recently established its own trading and transportation company.

The four places—Da Mao, Beijing, Shenzhen, and Shanghai—are constantly trading various resources.

Li Aimin is extremely busy right now. If it weren't for the idea of ​​bidding for the state-owned factory, he would have run into Jia Geng.

He had almost completely forgotten about this person.

Master Li is busy making big deals worth several dollars every minute, so he doesn't have time to deal with his 2000-dollar business.

But Jia Geng was in a rather awkward situation at this moment.

When we took the money, we agreed that we would split the profits 50/50 and he would cover the losses.

That's right.

But in the end, he didn't go to the dance hall; instead, he used the money to invest in stocks.

Not only did he lose the 2000 yuan, he also borrowed 1000 yuan at high interest rates.

Jia Geng had originally planned to avoid him in the future, hoping never to see him again in this lifetime.

But that's just how things are in this world; the more you try to avoid something, the more likely it is to happen to you.

"Second Master." Jia Geng stood up, but didn't stop what he was doing.

This conveyor belt doesn't stop whenever it wants, based on its own schedule.

"It's alright, sit down, sit down and get back to work." Li Aimin gestured for him to sit down and said with a smile, "Working here is quite nice, keep up the good work!"

“…Eh.” Jia Geng sat down, a little confused.

Then, I just watched as the person walked around the workshop with the factory manager and left.

I chatted with Ma Degui for a bit and learned that Jia Geng had been working here for two months.

Li Aimin was also filled with emotion, saying, "I never thought that even a monkey like me could have a peaceful day."

"This person... seems to have a close relationship with Director Yang?" Ma Degui asked.

He was actually a little unsure what to do about Jia Geng.

Is it special treatment, or just normal treatment, or is it deliberately being deliberately provoked?

"My brother-in-law's apprentice's son, didn't they give any further instructions when they brought him here?" Li Aimin said truthfully.

How to arrange it is up to Ma Degui himself.

This isn't his factory. A factory manager as big as him, surely he has some connections and influence.

After asking a couple of questions, Ma Degui turned his attention to his apprentice, Qin Huairu.

There's a lot to say about Qin Huairu.

These are the things I've heard and seen over the years that I've told Ma Degui.

He already knew what was going on.

They lived in the same compound, and had been neighbors and mentors for many years.

He had a close relationship with Li Ying, and the two families often visited each other.

Despite disliking Jia Geng, he still personally arranged for him to work in his factory.

Got it, got it all.

"Let's go have a drink." Ma Degui put his arm around Li Aimin's shoulder and walked out.

The car is already waiting in front of the building; tonight, we're not leaving until we're drunk.

"I'll do whatever you say about drinking. I'll take care of the rest. Let's take a bath and then go dancing at the dance hall. I've already made all the arrangements."

The two of them, who were paired up, got into Li Aimin's Santana together.

Sitting in the car, Ma Degui thought to himself, 'This is so comfortable, I need to buy one too.'

As a joint shareholder of his company and the first legal representative of a private enterprise in China, he could certainly get a quota to buy a car.

"By the way, have you heard something?" As they approached their destination, Ma Degui suddenly brought up the rumors circulating on the streets.

The Huo family, tycoons of Jiangdao, are returning to their hometown to visit relatives.

In addition, Lou is coming to the capital to set up a company, supposedly an investment company, specifically for giving money to people.

"It's not about giving money away; people invest money to take shares because they think your company has potential. They wait for dividends or sell their shares to make a profit once your company grows."

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” Ma Degui said with envy, “Hey, it’s good to be rich. If I were rich, I would do the same.”

"Come on, if you bet on the wrong stock, it'll be a huge loss. It's all real money, how many wallets do you have to carry it all?"

When Lou Shi was mentioned, Li Aimin's face was full of envy, and at the same time, he felt a little jealous.

He knew that Lou Shi had a significant connection with his brother-in-law.

It seems they also have close cooperation with the government.

However, he wouldn't say such things lightly; he just hoped that one day he could achieve a similar status as Lou Shi.

To become an international company with assets exceeding 100 million.

According to the information Li Aimin gathered, Lou Shi has opened branches in Japan, Winner, and South Korea.

They've also invested in several companies, and they're all doing quite well.

It is said that wherever he goes, he is personally received by high-ranking officials, which makes him very prestigious.

If only he could reach that level someday and dine at the same table with top leaders.

Damn it, the Li family's ancestral graves are sure to be emitting auspicious smoke.