Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 143 A Successful Beginning!
If Yan Hui were to look back on his entrepreneurial history today and rank the most agonizing periods he experienced, this one would definitely be in the top three.

Before he came here, he only told Lao Guo; no one in his family knew.

Old Guo wasn't too worried. After all, he had shipped goods so many times, and each time it had been normal. Especially after hearing that Yan Hui's cousin lived in Jianye, Old Guo felt relieved. Yan Hui didn't tell Old Guo his specific situation, only that he would be staying at the forest farm for a while, so Old Guo didn't think much of it.

In early May, the Tangwang River finally began to thaw. Yan Hui turned over the small area in his yard repeatedly, but it was still impossible to cultivate the land. Given the local climate, it would take at least another half month before planting could begin.

Yan Hui wasn't necessarily unable to leave the house. Wang Hongjun was indeed a ruthless man, and it seemed he wasn't afraid of Yan Hui leaving. So, when Yan Hui wandered around the forest farm, Wang Hongjun didn't stop him.

Every day, trucks would come to the forest farm, carrying ten or twenty cubic meters of logs. Yan Hui would take a piece of chalk and mark each one.

Other buyers wouldn't have the time he has; Yan Hui has plenty of time now.

When he had free time, Yan Hui's thoughts had long since flown far away, carried away by the freight train.

In his mind, the train had already crossed mountains and rivers. Whenever he thought of this, Yan Hui could only hear the clanging sound of the train.

clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang
Yan Hui had never ridden in a freight truck, and he didn't know what it felt like. Trains, on the other hand, consist of individual rails, and they should all make the same sound as they move.

Perhaps, because the car is moving slowly and is heavy, the sound will be even deeper?

What kind of sound was that?

Thinking about these things, Yan Hui's thoughts drifted far, far away, as if he could see that freight train in the sky.

On that train, there was an entire carriage that belonged to him, to Yan Hui himself!
Thinking about it, Yan Hui felt a surge of passion again.

Outsiders could never possibly understand Yan Hui's emotions at this moment: excitement, tension, worry, fear, and anticipation—a complex mix of feelings.

The timber in the forest farm is not randomly piled up; it is usually graded. There's a saying, "The seller is always more shrewd than the buyer," and this applies to forest farms as well.

The stacking master had an exceptional eye, and Yan Hui sometimes followed him to observe. He knew he could never match the master's efficiency. However, the master had a terrible temper and wouldn't let Yan Hui get close at all.

Throughout the entire forest farm, Yan Hui had no one to talk to. After he arrived, Wang Yao disappeared, leaving him all alone.

Every day, Yan Hui had to buy his own food. There was no store in the forest farm; they just sold things at the meal area. Every time Yan Hui came, he felt out of place. No one spoke to him, and people would always talk about him behind his back, mostly saying bad things.

A week passed with great difficulty, and Yan Hui felt the pressure mounting, with more and more rumors circulating about him.

Fortunately, Yan Hui had no friends, so he was completely unaware of any rumors he didn't hear in person.

He wasn't so nervous anymore. He hadn't received a single phone call in the past few days, which meant the train hadn't crashed, and that was good news.

In short, Yan Hui's mood can change countless times a day.

He actually had no control over his own destiny; sometimes he firmly believed, and sometimes he was confused.

Fortunately, time moves forward on its own, otherwise Yan Hui might not have dared to turn the clock.

On Friday, May 9th, at 12:15 PM, Yan Hui was eating rice in the cafeteria when someone suddenly called him.

"The farm manager wants you to go to his office." The person who came was Wang Yao. "Coming." Yan Hui barely held his rice bowl properly before picking it up and putting it back on the table. Then he followed Wang Yao out of the canteen to the farm manager's office.

They arrived in just a few steps. Once inside, Yan Hui glanced at Wang Hongjun's expression and immediately felt reassured.

Yan Hui wasn't particularly skilled at fortune telling, but at this moment, he understood with just one glance. Wang Hongjun hadn't come to ask him for anything, so he must have received the money.

“You’re a good kid,” Wang Hongjun said without mincing words. “I’ve done the math, and you can make several thousand yuan from this truckload of goods. If that’s the case, you can make three or four more truckloads and you’ll have enough capital.”

"Thank you for your trust, Director Wang," Yan Hui said, feeling instantly relaxed, even a little weak.

"Here's your phone number. Hurry up and negotiate the second shipment." Wang Hongjun didn't waste any words. "I still have plenty of goods here!"

"Okay!" Yan Hui didn't waste any words.

Director Wang led Wang Yao out of the house, while Yan Hui took out his notebook and pen and made a phone call to General Manager Teng.

Mr. Teng successfully received the 80-cubic-meter standard panels and spoke highly of Yan Hui. This shipment from Yan Hui was over a thousand yuan cheaper than the lowest price he had paid, and the quality was excellent. Even Hao Tian, ​​the manager of his processing plant, said the goods were good.

"The goods are fine, and you've received the money, so let's continue. Send me another truckload; I need another 80 cubic meters. The price is non-negotiable; I won't take it if it's too expensive!" General Manager Teng said with a smile. "General Manager Yan is indeed a capable person; I knew I hadn't misjudged him!"

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Teng. I've been away for over a month, and I'm so glad you've been supporting me the whole time. Although I'm not very old, I understand the importance of cooperation and mutual benefit. Please feel free to let me know if you have any requests in the future, and I will do my best to fulfill them," Yan Hui said proactively.

"I believe you. When will the next batch arrive?" Mr. Teng asked proactively.

"14-17 days." Yan Hui had already calculated the time. "If there are delays in the railway, then it will be extended accordingly."

"Okay, ship it. Payment upon delivery." Mr. Teng was in a good mood.

After hanging up with President Teng, Yan Hui called his cousin.

Yan Hui offered his cousin a price of 800 yuan per square meter, a price that doesn't exist in the Jianye market. His cousin could make 50 yuan per square meter by reselling it on the spot!

"I've transferred the money to you! I got 6.6 cubic meters, which is 5280 yuan in total. I've transferred it to your account!" My cousin said with a smile.

“Okay, brother, you have to keep this a secret for me. I told President Teng it was 80 cubic meters per trip, so I gave him priority. However, after a few collaborations, he might find it troublesome and take the whole truckload, then you might not get any goods.” Yan Hui understood this in his heart.

Of course, General Manager Teng knew that Yan Hui was giving away goods to his relative. He had already found out about the relationship between Yan Hui and his cousin. Since it was just the beginning, General Manager Teng wouldn't refuse Yan Hui's request, but it was too troublesome to do it every time.

"I know, it's okay, I'll eat as much as I can," my cousin said nonchalantly.

"Okay, brother, thank you for your help."

"Be careful." Although his cousin didn't know how Yan Hui did it, he knew it must have been difficult, so he still offered a word of concern.

"Don't worry, brother." Yan Hui is safe now, very, very safe.

(Chapter 1 will be posted before 12 o'clock. Those who need to rest can read it tomorrow morning.)
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