Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 236 Fate
“President Jiang, my name is Yan Hui, Yan as in color and Hui as in brilliance.” Yan Hui immediately stood up and replied.

"You used to be in the timber business?" General Manager Jiang stood still, as if scrutinizing Yan Hui.

He is in his fifties and has met countless people. Although he is rather thin, he still exudes a strong presence.

"Yes, I've been in the timber business for five years," Yan Hui said truthfully.

Back in Northeast China, although he was a timber mover, he also worked as a middleman, which was part of the timber business.

"How old are you?" Mr. Jiang frowned slightly.

"21 is old."

"Hmm," President Jiang nodded slightly, "Alright, let's do it."

After saying that, President Jiang went to have dinner.

Perhaps because of the rain, General Manager Han didn't come today. Yan Hui diligently finished all his work and went downstairs with the security guard.

Yan Hui had been a boss before, so he knew what kind of people bosses needed. If he met someone like himself, he would still like them. Although Yan Hui wasn't particularly aware of "cultivating his own people" or "building a team" yet, he still understood it to some extent.

It rained this morning, and Yan Hui didn't find any breakfast stalls near his home, so he had to walk over early in order to save time.

Now that he'd finished his work, his stomach was growling with hunger. He looked at the security guard and said, "Hey bro, got a smoke? Can I ask you something?"

Yan Hui handed over a pack of cigarettes as he spoke.

"What is it?" the security guard asked cautiously. Cigarettes were allowed to be smoked freely, but taking them was not.

"Are there any good breakfast places around here? Recommend one for me," Yan Hui said, handing a cigarette to the security guard.

"I thought it was nothing! Why are you being so polite about such a small thing? Let me tell you, there's a meat sandwich shop over there that's really delicious! People around here go there all the time to satisfy their cravings!" The security guard pointed in a direction, "Go 200 meters that way, then turn right and go 50 meters."

"Okay, thank you." Yan Hui put on the woven bag and walked in the direction the security guard pointed.

Normally, he wouldn't want to eat something so greasy in the morning, but today he was really starving, and it was raining and a bit cold. Just thinking about the "meat bun" made Yan Hui's mouth water.

Braving the rain, Yan Hui walked for six or seven minutes and finally arrived. He put the woven bag at the door, pushed open the curtain and went in. The fragrance immediately filled his nose.

Eat three!
No, eat four!

Yan Hui strode to the ordering area, looked at the size of the meat buns, and thought for a moment: "Boss, three meat buns, do you have soup with them?"

"Yes, we have soup and porridge!" The owner was very enthusiastic, responding to Yan Hui's words while serving dishes to the others.

"You have tofu pudding? I'll have a bowl, um, that's all." Yan Hui saw the tofu pudding and ordered a bowl.

"Okay, take a plate and carry it over yourself. Help yourself to the side dishes, and pay the bill when you're done." The owner quickly served Yan Hui some tofu pudding.

Soon, Yan Hui, holding a bowl of tofu pudding in one hand and a plate of meat buns in the other, found a secluded spot and began to feast.

After eating half a baked bun, Yan Hui realized that President Han was actually having breakfast here, and was almost finished.

It seemed that President Han had seen him long ago, and when Yan Hui made eye contact with him, President Han nodded slightly.

Yan Hui immediately greeted him as well.

Mr. Han didn't say anything. He had already finished eating, got up to pay the bill, and left.

It was quite normal for President Han to have breakfast here, and Yan Hui didn't think much of it. In fact, he felt more at ease eating after President Han left.

He ate two meat buns in one go, and only started to savor the taste of the third one. After finishing three meat buns and a bowl of tofu pudding, Yan Hui felt full of energy and stood up to pay the bill.

"The shop owner just paid your bill," the shop owner said, pointing towards the entrance.

"Huh?" Yan Hui was taken aback for a moment. "Oh, okay, then I'll pack a few more to take home and eat. How much?"

This meat-filled bun was really delicious. On the way back, Yan Hui put the meat-filled bun in his bag, thinking that he wouldn't need to buy food today.

It's raining today, so it's really inconvenient to go out and discuss business. If there's nothing else to do, he stays indoors reading.

Walking back for an hour, Yan Hui arrived at the warehouse. As usual, he checked his surroundings and suddenly heard a strange sound. When he went closer, he saw a small yellow dog.

The dog was shivering from the cold, hiding in a place to avoid the rain.

Yan Hui has always loved dogs since he was a child, but he has never had the chance to raise one. When he saw this drenched dog, he was immediately moved with compassion.

"Was this abandoned by someone? Let me see." Yan Hui reached out and touched the puppy.

The puppy glanced at Yan Hui, its body trembling violently, but it still didn't refuse, letting Yan Hui pet it a couple of times. Its eyes were fixed on Yan Hui, as if begging him not to hurt it.

Yan Hui examined the puppy and found that it was very thin, but had no external injuries; it looked like it was starving.

"It's nothing, come with me. You're lucky, I still have meat buns here." Yan Hui picked up the puppy, opened the warehouse door, and led the puppy into the warehouse.

He wiped the puppy's body, found an old, unused mat, and then gave the dog a meat-filled flatbread.

meat!
The puppy hadn't eaten meat in a long time. At this moment, it struggled to stand up, using its last bit of strength to wag its tail and look at Yan Hui ingratiatingly.

"You can't eat this directly. Wait a minute." Yan Hui found a plastic shell, tore the meat bun into pieces and threw it inside, then tore up a steamed bun and mixed it in. He then took the kettle and poured some hot water into it.

The steamed buns were cold, but when I rinsed them with hot water, the temperature was just right.

After a simple stir, the dog food was ready.

The puppy couldn't wait any longer, but Yan Hui wouldn't let it eat, so it didn't dare to.

"Eat up, eat up," Yan Hui called the puppy over.

Upon hearing this, the puppy immediately hopped over and began munching away as if drinking water.

"Slow down," Yan Hui gently stroked the little yellow dog.

The moment Yan Hui's hand touched the little yellow dog, the dog trembled instantly, but it seemed to understand something and did not pull away.

Yan Hui continued to pet it, and the puppy would twitch occasionally. Finally, it stopped resisting and allowed Yan Hui to pet it.

"Slow down, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." Yan Hui stood up, found a place to wash his hands, and then began to ponder the dog's problem.

There is no place to keep dogs here. The entire warehouse is very clean. If you want to keep a dog, you can only do so outside.

“I’ll build you a makeshift shed outside and provide you with some food every day. You can stay here if you want, or go wherever you want if you don’t,” Yan Hui decided.

The warehouse had plenty of air conditioner boxes and scraps, as well as food foam, plastic bags, and plastic shells. Yan Hui quickly made a simple doghouse and placed it on one side of the warehouse.

"That's settled then, the choice is yours." Yan Hui nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)