Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 32 Good Son

In the afternoon, Yan Hui was moving wood when Song Zhiyuan ran over again and told Yan Hui that the older sister in the morning said 1100 yuan per cubic meter would be enough.

Of course Yan Hui would not be angry with the customer. You know, this person bought 5 cubic meters. If he could negotiate the price to around 1070 yuan privately, then he could make 150 yuan from this order!

The problem now is that my second brother's truck has just arrived and it still needs two people to carry the long planks. It will be troublesome if he leaves.

If this deal was negotiated, it would be Yan Hui's salary for five days, which made him feel conflicted.

"Brother, I'll help you carry it, it's okay!" Song Zhiyuan knew that this was a big order, so he took the initiative to say it.

"Ah?" Yan Hui looked at Song Zhiyuan with some concern. The child was even thinner than him.

"It's okay. I do farm work every day. This is nothing."

"Okay, you give it a try." Yan Hui looked at Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang, I have something to do. Please take care of him."

"Okay, it's okay, you go and do your own thing." Uncle Wang, who was in the same group with Yan Hui, nodded.

At this time, Yan Hui's advantage of working more and getting paid less on a daily basis was apparent, and no one would give him a hard time. Previously, his second brother had offered to raise Yan Hui's wages back to normal, but Yan Hui refused, just to make it easier for him to ask for help at this time.

After handing the job over to Song Zhiyuan, Yan Hui immediately ran to the driver.

Obviously, this lady tried several times, but could only negotiate the price to around 1150, and 1100 was out of the question.

This is also normal. The cost is 970 yuan, and anyone can buy goods for 1100 yuan. How can this market operate?

But Yan Hui obviously had this confidence. Fortunately, the lady did not specify a store, so he found a boss he had worked with before, explained his purpose, and quickly negotiated the price to 1100.

But the problem arose again. The boss only paid Yan Hui ten yuan per square meter at most, because the boards in his store were of good width and the overall cost was more than 1000 yuan.

Yan Hui now has two choices, one is to change a store, and the other is to find a way to lower the price.

After thinking about it, I decided to change a store.

"Boss, there's nothing I can do this time. I can tell your boards are good. Based on the 1070 I mentioned, your profit margin is indeed low," Yan Hui thought for a moment, "Then I'll change stores and we'll have a chance to work together again next time."

After saying that, Yan Hui turned around and left. When the boss saw this, he felt a little headache.

He had worked with Yan Hui before and knew his situation. He had initially assumed that this was another case of a client specifically designating his shop, but that wasn't the case. With his experience, he could tell that Yan Hui wasn't just playing hard to get when he wanted to leave, but was truly determined to leave.

No, I want to run.

"Wait a minute," the boss called out. Yan Hui walked quickly and had already walked ten meters away.

"Ah?" Yan Hui was stopped by the call. "What's going on?"

"Come here, come here." The boss waved.

When Yan Hui approached, the boss said, "Just as you said, 1070, the customer buys 5 cubic meters, right? The customer pays me 5500, and I will give you 150."

"Okay! That's great." Yan Hui nodded and ran out to find customers.

He really wanted to change jobs just now because he felt that the current boss made too little money and there was no need to do so.

The customer, of course, was a discerning buyer. Seeing the shop's wood panels, she was very satisfied and paid without much hassle. She even spoke softly, leaving Yan Hui a little bewildered. Therefore, Yan Hui began to think more highly of this woman. It seemed her earlier bad temper was an attempt to get a lower price.

As someone who doesn't know much about the business, this lady was able to get such a price in the end. She is truly an expert!

While the driver was loading the goods, Yan Hui successfully received 150 yuan and immediately ran to his second brother.

Song Zhiyuan was moving things with Uncle Wang. He looked very painful, with beads of sweat dripping down his face. However, he gritted his teeth and persevered, and his speed was surprisingly similar to that of the others.

"I'm back," Yan Hui ran back, took a deep breath, and took over the job.

"Then I'll go back first." Song Zhiyuan panted and pointed to the door.

"You just rest here and wait for me. There's no one over there." Yan Hui said something that Wang Bo and the others couldn't understand.

The driver is moving goods now and will be busy all afternoon. There is no point in asking Song Zhiyuan to go there again.

After moving the entire truck, Yan Hui washed his hands and found Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan was trying to pick out a splinter, but he was so clumsy that he couldn't find it at all. Yan Hui was an expert at picking out splinters, and he didn't even use a needle, but simply pinched it out of Song Zhiyuan's hand.

"Brother, you are so awesome." Song Zhiyuan felt relieved all of a sudden.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yan Hui took out 50 yuan and handed it to Song Zhiyuan. "It went quite smoothly. We bargained down to 1070 yuan. We made 150 yuan on this order."

"100 is 30, 50 is 15, that's 45 dollars in total. Bro, you gave me 5 dollars more."

"I get 17.5 yuan for moving a truck. You helped me move it for more than half an hour, so I'll give you five yuan." Yan Hui said seriously.

"Ah?" Song Zhiyuan took the 50 yuan and felt it was a little unreal.

He made a total of 70 yuan today!

What does 70 yuan mean? A litter of his dog is not worth that much!

"It should be fine today. I asked the driver before I left, and he said it was a long trip and he wouldn't be coming back after unloading the goods today."

"Yeah, then I'll go back first and come back tomorrow morning."

"Go."

Watching Song Zhiyuan leave, Yan Hui was also very happy. If there is money to be made, we can all make it together.

That night, Yan Hui went to his uncle's shop to ask about the approximate cost of breaking various types of wood into planks, but his uncle wasn't there. While the cost should be roughly the same for all types of wood, and not knowing wouldn't hinder his calculations, it was still helpful to ask.

Since Fourth Uncle wasn't here, I didn't ask. I was lucky this time, as several letters arrived.

While walking on the road, Yan Hui opened all the letters. Most of them were letters from home, and there was also a letter from his sister.

It seems that Qinglan sent him two letters in a row.

Yan Hui smiled the whole time while reading Qinglan's letter, waiting to send money to his sister later!
"What's the matter? Why are you smiling so beautifully?" A voice interrupted Yan Hui.

"Ah? Old Guo," Yan Hui put the letter away, "my sister wrote to me."

"You have a younger sister?" Lao Guo was a little confused. "I haven't heard you mention that."

"She's in school back home. Why am I telling you about her?"

"How old is she? Is she pretty? If it's up to you, she shouldn't be ugly." "Of course she's pretty, but she just started elementary school and is only in the first grade this year." Yan Hui directly told his sister that she was five or six years younger. But it wasn't a lie, the first grade of junior high school is still the first grade.

As expected, Lao Guo lost interest as soon as he heard it: "Huh? So small."

"What are you doing here? Aren't you keeping an eye on Dakai?" Yan Hui changed the subject.

"What are you talking about? Where is he? I can't find him. I can't keep an eye on him every day."

"Too."

"Let's go and have dinner," Lao Guo suggested.

"What to eat?"

"I'm fine with that. I want to eat fried dough sticks."

"It's too expensive. One yuan a piece won't fill me up. Let's just eat steamed buns." Yan Hui refused. Steamed buns are so good. They're only 20 cents a piece and I can fill myself up with 40 cents.

"I vomited after eating steamed buns. How about buying a box of rice and some pickles?"

"That's fine. I'm craving rice too."

The two hit it off immediately and found a stall selling boxed lunches. Instead of buying any, they bought two boxes of rice and asked the owner for free chili sauce, but the owner refused to give it. They had no choice but to buy 3 cents worth of pickles, sprinkle them on the rice, and squat in the corner of the market to eat.

Having not eaten rice for several days, Yan Hui felt that this rice was particularly fragrant. He wondered if the rice from Northeast China was better than that from southern Fujian.

"Look who that is?" While eating, Lao Guo suddenly discovered something and pointed at a person about ten meters away.

"Da Kai?" Yan Hui took a closer look and found that it was indeed Da Kai.

There were a lot of people here, and Yan Hui and the other two were squatting in the corner, making it difficult for them to be discovered, so Dakai definitely didn't see them.

"What is he doing? Just by himself?" Old Guo looked around.

"Well, Xiaobao is not here."

"Then let's follow and see," Lao Guo said excitedly, as if he could catch Dakai in no time. "Don't forget, I told you, if you catch him, I'll give you 10 yuan! If you catch him with me, I'll give you 20! That'll be enough for several good meals!"

"Okay." Yan Hui was not actually doing it for the money, but mainly because he had nothing to do.

The two of them quickly shoveled the rice into their mouths, then stood up and followed.

It was almost eight o'clock at this time, and it was just getting dark, which was perfect for following.

But after less than ten minutes, Yan Hui felt bored: "Following him like this isn't a good idea. He's obviously just wandering around the market."

"I'll give you another 5 yuan!" Lao Guo was very excited. He had been looking for Dakai for so many days without seeing him, and today he finally caught up with him. How could he give up so easily?

"Look at him wandering around the market. He's probably looking for some kind of opportunity. The wood he bought from your store last time definitely wasn't worth the money, so he probably won't be going there anymore." Yan Hui pointed in the direction of Dakai, then pointed in the direction of the timber market. "He didn't even go into the market."

"That makes sense. What should I do? If he doesn't steal, how can I earn the 200 yuan?" Old Guo was a little frustrated. He knew Yan Hui was right, but he had never dared to admit it.

"Unless you can bribe Dakai to act with you. But I think that's too difficult. Dakai is much better."

"Hey! What a great idea!" Lao Guo thought. This is a really good idea! Give Dakai some money, ask him to come again, and then let Lao Guo catch him and beat him up. Then he can show off his strength to the surrounding shops. That's it.

It's just a few broken pieces of wood. There's no chance of calling the police. At most, Dakai will be embarrassed and get kicked a few times.

"Ah? Is he stupid? If he does this and his dad finds out, won't he be beaten to death?" Yan Hui was a little stunned. What was Old Guo thinking? How could Da Kai possibly agree to this?

Besides, is it really okay to cheat my dad out of his money like this?

"His father is just a porter at the station. He just happens to have dealings with my second brother's store and sometimes comes to load and unload goods. Do you really think his father is a big shot? There is no way his father would know that he was beaten in the North District!" Lao Guo said confidently.

"Anyway," Lao Guo stopped Yan Hui, "I'll go and try. I don't need you."

Having said that, Lao Guo did not give Yan Hui a chance to refute. He caught up with Da Kai in a few steps and explained his purpose.

Dakai was a little confused at first, but after listening, he actually started to think about the feasibility of the matter.

"Will they really hit me? I won't do it." Even if Dakai lost this person, as Lao Guo said, who could he lose? He never even came to the North District on weekdays. Plus, it was night time, so the show would only be visible to the surrounding shops, so it wasn't a big deal.

"Really hit you? If I hurt you, I'll have to pay for it. I'm just pretending. Just hold your head. I'll pretend to hit you a few times, and then you can just run away."

"Okay then," Dakai actually agreed without hesitation. "Then I'll do it if you give me 100 yuan."

"100? I can't even get 100!" Lao Guo was shocked. "I can give you 50 yuan at most!"

"80!"

"60, if you don't want to do it, just forget it! My dad gave me 100 in total, and you only take 80 so what am I supposed to eat?" Old Guo made up a lie.

Dakai thought about it for less than ten seconds and agreed directly. He was really short of money right now. 60 yuan was equivalent to Dali's two-day income. He was just going to lose someone!

"Then give me the money first. I'm afraid you won't give it to me later!"

"I don't have any money. I have to wait for my dad to give me the money before I can give it to you."

"You don't have money? Then I don't trust you. I must see the money first. At least, you have to give me half the price." Dakai said very firmly this time, "I must."

"Yeah." Lao Guo also understood Dakai's concerns, so he could only come to Yan Hui to borrow money.

As soon as Dakai saw Yan Hui, he immediately walked over and asked, "Why are you involved here? Are you two ganging up on me? Are you planning to tell my dad?"

"You're overthinking it, Dakai. You and I have no grudges against each other." Yan Hui acted harmless.

"I'm leaving, it has everything to do with you!"

Yan Hui didn't want to bother with Dakai, but he didn't want his own affairs to delay Lao Guo's, so he reluctantly took out 30 yuan and lent it to Lao Guo: "I'm also short of money. I'm going back to my room first. You guys go and do your work. After your dad gives you the money, come over and return the 30 yuan to me."

"Okay, then go ahead and get busy." Lao Guo took out 30 yuan, held it out, and handed it to Dakai, "Do you want it? If not, forget it!"

Seeing Yan Hui leave and seeing the money, Da Kai finally nodded: "Okay, if you don't give me the remaining 30, I'll find a chance to beat you back!"

Although Dakai is tall, this sentence has no deterrent effect at all. Lao Guo is not worried about anything and takes Dakai to his own store.

Yan Hui felt somewhat helpless, but given his relationship with Lao Guo, 30 yuan was the limit, and he wouldn't lend Lao Guo any more. 30 yuan was almost a day's wages for Yan Hui's moving, and it was the biggest loss Yan Hui could bear right now.

However, everything went smoothly. Around 9 o'clock in the evening, Lao Guo came to me with 50 yuan and a few bottles of beer.

(End of this chapter)