I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 58 A Heaven-Defying Wonder

Zhang Daxiang was self-aware about the peanut and melon seed business at the end of the year. He couldn't handle doing betting with big players. Why should anyone trust a small-time hoodlum from Jiyang?
Furthermore, if price fluctuations are observed, large holders who have goods in hand will directly profit from the appreciation and even share the profits with you.
Who are you?

Therefore, the only major farmers Zhang Daxiang came into contact with was Shen Guangen's old classmate. The rest were small-scale farmers, and there weren't even any proper growers. They were just small farmers, or even not small farmers at all, since some of them were just old men and women in the countryside who casually picked up ten or twenty kilograms.

These small-time investors, who genuinely want to improve their lives, walk a bit to the village entrance under the trees to sell their goods to passing middlemen.

Things that cost a few cents a pound, ten pounds would only be worth a few dollars. Only someone like Wang Fakui would be so enthusiastic; anyone else wouldn't have the time or energy for that.

Wang Fakui's target wasn't the elderly left behind in the countryside; he was eyeing families with one or two acres of sunflower seeds. Later, because he still had a conscience, he started buying them from the elderly.

However, by sheer luck, his move to raise prices actually boosted the reputation of the place under the tree at the entrance of the village.

Whether someone is of good or bad character can be determined by the words of older people; the collective word-of-mouth effect is quite astonishing, and can be either good or bad.

A cunning old woman can gossip and spread rumors that a good man's wife is having an affair, and she can even make it sound convincing. Similarly, "Da Kuizi is a good person," "Da Kuizi is very kind," "Da Kuizi is a good person"... it's like a triple tap.

Wang Fakui himself was unaware that he was a great philanthropist.

So much so that in the mountainous area of ​​his hometown, Wuhui County, because the roads were difficult to travel, some village chiefs would drive donkey carts to the town at the foot of the mountain to guard Wang Fakui, which was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Wang Fakui readily agreed, letting the village chief take half a carton of cigarettes that Sang Yuke had brought from Jiyang City back with him to smoke loose.

The price of those cigarettes was much higher than that of sunflower seeds and peanuts.

Because of these little incidents, the county government of Wuhui County approached Wang Fakui and asked him to help collect melon seeds and peanuts. For the people in the government, every little bit helps, so that the villagers can earn a few more coins during the New Year.

It happened roughly one after the other. Wang Fakui had just gotten into the truck when a whole convoy of people arrived from Dongsangjiazhuang in Anbian County, including vans and small trucks, all with license plates from Youzhou.

These cars were a testament to Shen Guangen's old classmate's abilities; with a single phone call, he had his family go to the largest used car market in Youzhou and wholesale the forty cars Zhang Daxiang needed.

So impressive that it made Zhang Daxiang, thousands of miles away, question his existence, because there was something he couldn't explain.

"Director Shen, I find this a bit strange. I haven't even paid the deposit yet, and your classmate has already bought the car wholesale. This shows that his family is very powerful, and not just ordinary powerful. In a place like Youzhou, a boss who can do used car wholesale is not simple. To get them to agree to wholesale directly, they must be either rich or powerful."

"To be honest, Mr. Zhang, my classmate's family is indeed very powerful. Their hometown is in Dongdao, Henan, and they own three private oil refineries."

"..."

"But these are all minor matters. He has been saying since college that he wants to make a name for himself through his own abilities."

"..."

"So, these two thousand tons of sunflower seeds..."

"He can't solve this on his own, so he asked me if I could help. I helped out because it's a mutual assistance between classmates. As for you wanting to buy forty cars wholesale, for him, it's just a business deal, a small favor. What you do with those cars is none of his business."

"You're crazy."

"There's nothing we can do about it, that's just how he is."

Shen Guangen suddenly recalled his college days and said with emotion, "Back then, a meal for me only cost a few cents, while he used a pager worth nearly 10,000 yuan in his dormitory... and a personal computer worth more than 50,000 yuan. He usually rode a motorcycle to class."

"..."

"I can't even afford that motorcycle now. Damn it, it's been over ten or twenty years, and I still can't afford the motorcycle he had back then..."

Upon closer reflection, Shen Guangen found himself somewhat frustrated.

Zhang Daxiang, however, grasped the key point and asked, "So you two have a good relationship, didn't you help each other out?" "He said that in one's career, one must rely on one's own personal abilities and absolutely cannot take shortcuts."

"What kind of cerebral palsy idea is this? Is he mentally challenged?"

"Used to it."

Shen Guangen, speechless at the mention of it, gave a wry smile. "Actually, the reason I can live so carefree in the bank is largely because someone knows he's my classmate and gives me face. I just coast along in the loan department; there's not much pressure. It's just collecting some old debts left over. If I can collect them, great; if not, I can't."

Freedom is freedom, but unfortunately, that's all that's left.

For a moment, Zhang Daxiang lost interest in inquiring about Shen Guangen. These extraordinary individuals were basically well-fed and from privileged backgrounds; any cooperation with them would depend on their parents' generation.

Now, it would be better to ask Shen Guangen if he could inquire with the bank about any clean assets. The bank will recover the money after taking them, not leave them to rot in its hands.

Previously, the items sold at the storefronts and stalls in Huating were absolutely top-notch, and would normally be sold at a bargain price to others. This time, everyone thought that Shen Guangen had come to his senses and was planning to make a profit, so they gave him a hand.

As a result, Shen Guangen handed it over to Zhang Daxiang at a fair price. Whether others would suspect that Zhang Daxiang was Shen Guangen's "partner" or "front man" was completely irrelevant to Shen Guangen.

No matter what others think, he can withstand scrutiny.

To put it bluntly, Shen Guangen has an old-fashioned accounting mindset. He only needs to be responsible for managing the accounts. But times are changing, and so are moral requirements, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

Therefore, within the scope of rights and responsibilities between public and private entities, whoever can bring benefits to the bank while the bank can also demonstrate social responsibility is the one that the bank should serve.

For Shen Guangen, the word "service" is the core principle of professional ethics.

In the end, Zhang Daxiang treated him to a bowl of hand-pulled noodles at "Shizipo" and they became friends. It's rare to see someone this age still so stubborn and foolish.

When I got home for dinner that night, I talked to Sang Yuke about Shen Guangen and his classmates, which greatly surprised Sang Yuke: "Just one sentence, and forty cars are being sold wholesale like sunflower seeds?"

"What do you think? When you were just learning to walk, Yu-jie, they were living in villas and driving luxury cars. They were not even in the same league."

"Tsk tsk tsk, with our family's current situation, I feel like I'm not lucky enough. If what you're saying is true, shopkeeper, how much good fortune must our ancestors have had?"

"Then their old man must be more fortunate than our old man."

"Pah, you can't talk about your own ancestors."

"The old man didn't appear in my dream, which means he has no objections."

"Pah, you mustn't talk nonsense anymore. I need our ancestors to bless me so I can have a son or daughter soon."

As they were talking, Sang Yuke served Zhang Daxiang a bowl of shredded pork and pickled vegetable soup. Then, remembering something, she said, "Hey, shopkeeper, my cousin is still at her classmate's house in Pingjiang. She hasn't gone to university yet. Is it alright for her to miss classes for so long?"

"Huh? Still in Pingjiang?"

"Yes, should we talk to Auntie about this?"

"Let's not talk about it yet, let's mention it to Uncle first. Although the university is not so strict, it's already this late, how can we not go to school?"

Zhang Daxiang thought that if something happened, Li Zhaodi, that unruly woman, might blame Sang Yuke.

We still need to ask what the situation is first.

(End of this chapter)