Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 216 Awakening from Dream
Touching his Hainan rosewood bracelet, Yan Hui's only valuable possession now, it still couldn't bring him back to his peak.

If this bracelet were to be sold, its cash value would likely be lower than that of the previous watch.

Talking about anything else is meaningless. At this point, Yan Hui felt like he had reached a dead end, both financially and psychologically.

He wanted to turn things around and start over!
Now, all he needs to do is secure a few order contracts and a few tens of thousands of yuan in deposits, and he can temporarily get 20 yuan worth of goods from Northeast China to start over.

Yes, just a few orders are enough; it's too easy for Yan Hui.

Or, it doesn't matter if there are no orders; he only needs 50,000 yuan to get two truckloads of goods from Wang Hongjun to sell.

There's still a chance!

Yan Hui contacted one friend after another, asking them questions, and his mood gradually plummeted.

Those who used to address him as "President Yan" have all disappeared.

The fawning smile is gone.

As he entered the market, the noise around him increased, and people he knew started avoiding him.

The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and the market was already not crowded. Wherever Yan Hui went, he felt it was even more deserted.

Although those Putian businessmen had gained a great deal, they still didn't stop kicking him while he was down. They seemed to have told everyone about Yan Hui's ordeal.

Yan Hui couldn't find a single order, nor could he borrow a single penny.

Brother Lü and his friends have gone home for the Chinese New Year. If Brother Lü were here, would he be willing to lend me 10,000 yuan?

Yan Hui was confused. He continued to try calling a few of his best friends, but he ran out of phone credit.

He doesn't want to top up his phone credit anymore.

I might as well die in Jianye.

In the afternoon, Yan Hui topped up his phone credit and soon after received a call from home.

"You finally got through to Hui!" His mother's voice choked with emotion. "If you hadn't answered, your cousin and I would have gone to Jianye to look for you."

"Mom...I...I'm fine, I just ran out of phone credit." Yan Hui was a little flustered when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone.

“The New Year is just around the corner. No matter what, come back first. We’ll talk about it after the New Year.” The mother said anxiously. “Come back. Don’t worry about anything else. We’ll talk about it after you come back.”

"Mom, I'm not going back. I'll wait until I get the money back." Yan Hui didn't want to face his family at all.

In less than a week, his condition changed drastically, plummeting from a high mountain peak to the bottom of a valley.

“Your grandmother told me today that she hopes you will come home for the New Year. Please come back. If you don’t, the New Year at home will be in trouble. No matter what, come home first. Listen to me, come home first.” The mother’s tone was somewhat pleading.

"Okay, okay, Mom, I'll go back first. I'll buy a ticket and go home tonight." Yan Hui finally chose to go home.

There was nothing left for him to miss about Jianye.

Well, no, there's also Su Jin.

But Yan Hui really didn't know how to face Su Jin, and he instinctively wanted to escape everything.

If I were to go to Su Jin again now, would I be rejected?
Yan Hui still has a strong sense of self-esteem.

Perhaps a loser has no right to talk about self-esteem, and perhaps many people will laugh at him for being so self-conscious, but he has always had a strong sense of self-esteem, and he will never allow himself to lose it.

When he was successful, he didn't choose to take the next step with Su Jin; now that he's poor and destitute, he's even less likely to make that choice.

He would rather die.

This wasn't the first time Yan Hui had contemplated suicide in the past few days. Before going home, Yan Hui went to the police station for a final conversation.

“Teng Xunbo has been caught. I called you yesterday but you didn’t answer,” the policeman sighed. “However, we can’t expect any money from him. We’ve already checked, and he basically has no assets left.”

"You caught them?" Yan Hui was taken aback.

He was somewhat dazed and didn't know what the police were saying. He just silently left his information and the company's bank card number: "If you recover some of the money, or even a few hundred thousand, remember to transfer it to this card."

"Yan Hui, this..." The policeman was speechless.

How come Yan Hui has absolutely no common sense about handling cases?

"That's it, that's it. Call me if you need anything else. I'm going home now." Yan Hui said, then ran out of energy.

He left the police station in a daze, then bought a ticket and boarded a train home.

After getting off the train, he didn't even have enough money to take a taxi, so he squeezed onto a bus, and then...
Go home.

The previous liveliness was gone. He took a few steps into the house and then fell heavily onto the bed.

Seeing Yan Hui finally return, the family was filled with joy. This year was quite good for the family members.

Yan Hui slept for a long time; he finally fell asleep and didn't even dream.

When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

We cooked a delicious stew at home; it's Chinese New Year!

For the past few days, Yan Hui hasn't had a decent meal. When he saw the stewed chicken at home, he wanted to cry, but he gritted his teeth and didn't.

When his mother asked Yan Hui what had happened, Yan Hui refused to admit it: "The bank was closed for the Chinese New Year. I'm just waiting. The money will arrive after the New Year."

Yan Hui still held a sliver of hope that President Teng still had some brains and some assets to protect him.

He wasn't unfamiliar with law; he knew that if Mr. Teng reached a settlement with him this time, or returned part of the defrauded funds, he could get a much shorter sentence. If Mr. Teng didn't have a single penny, then stubbornly holding onto those 200 million yuan would make it very difficult for him to ever get out of prison.

In short, he had some hope that President Teng hadn't lived in vain all these years.

The third person was also a victim of fraud, but since he was also an accomplice and didn't receive the proceeds of the crime, his sentence will be lighter, though he will likely still be sentenced to several years.

Yan Hui will not forgive him and can only let him fend for himself.

Yan Hui has already been severely punished for his own mistakes; the rest should be the punishment of those others.

At this moment, the person Yan Hui least wanted to face was his grandmother.

Grandma once said that Yan Hui only had three friends at most, and this year, Yan Hui proved that with his actions.

The second son is still in Beijing and has no idea about Yan Hui's situation.

The eldest and fourth brothers came back for the Chinese New Year this year. When they heard about Yan Hui's situation, they rushed over to offer to raise money for Yan Hui and help him solve his problems.

The eldest brother had just gone to Brazil and didn't have much money. The fourth brother was still working and was not as well off as the second brother. If the two of them combined their money, they could give Yan Hui 10,000 yuan, which was an absolute fortune.

Yan Hui refused; ten thousand yuan was useless to him. If he really needed to borrow it, he would ask his uncle.

He told his eldest and fourth brothers that he would receive several hundred thousand yuan after the Chinese New Year, so they didn't need to worry.

He was deceiving everyone; he thought no one could tell.

He stubbornly believed that he had not failed until the seventh day of the first lunar month, when he went to the bank with his mother to check the accounts. The accounts were still empty, and he finally shattered his last dream.

(End of this chapter)