Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Song Jianguo was lying on his side on the sofa at home, watching the news on TV while flipping through a law book. Since his release from prison...

I'm going to teach myself how to be a lawyer for fun.

After all, during his ten-plus days of detention, he heard countless stories, which provided him with a great deal of inspiration.

If you were a lawyer, you would never lack clients.

Just then, the doorbell rang. He walked to the door with his head down, holding a book in his hand. When the door opened, he didn't even look at who it was; his mind and body were completely absorbed in his book.

He casually remarked, "You didn't bring your keys again?"

"Then will you provide me with one?" Tian Le asked with a grin.

Upon hearing a man's voice, Song Jianguo immediately shuddered in fright and turned to look.

Upon recognizing his good buddy from the cell, he exclaimed with delight, "Brother Le! What are you doing out here? This notice says theft is punishable by a minimum sentence of seven years!"

As he spoke, he brandished the criminal law book in his hand.

Tian Le's face darkened, and he said irritably, "I escaped from prison."

Song Jianguo hesitated, but he didn't doubt the other party's words. After all, he had witnessed the other party's skill in picking locks and breaking doors.

He glanced left and right outside the door, then pulled Tian Le, intending to drag him inside to hide.

But unexpectedly, there was another person standing behind the other party.

Song Jianguo glanced at the man and immediately noticed that this man with the broken eyebrow exuded an air of arrogance and unruliness.

It's like a man-eating beast wearing human skin.

However, the other party concealed it very well, so at first glance, one would only think that he was a little fierce.

But he knew he was absolutely right; he had seen the same kind of aura about the other person in his brother-in-law.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously said, "Brother Le, this must be one of your brothers who escaped from prison with you, right? Come in quickly..."

Tian Le slapped the other person on the back of the head.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is my older brother!"

"Besides, we were released after serving our terms, don't spout nonsense!"

Only then did Song Jianguo realize what was happening, and he hurriedly said, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I really thought..."

Tian Le slapped the other person on the back of the head again.

"Don't be so polite, I need to talk to you. Come inside."

As Tian Le spoke, he flexed his wrist. And you know what? It felt really good. No wonder Brother Shu liked patting people on the back of the head so much...

Song Jianguo didn't mind, after all, he was in the cell and if the other party hadn't been protecting him, he might not even have been able to get food.

He welcomed the person in, tidied up the books and dirty clothes on the sofa, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Please have a seat. I've been quite busy lately, so the house is a bit messy."

Then they poured tea for the two of them.

"Alright, stop busying yourself. What are you doing now?" Tian Le asked.

"Hey, Le-ge, look! This is something I've been researching lately! You know about forex, right?"

"This is really profitable now..."

Once Song Jianguo started talking, he launched into a long monologue, covering everything from financial analysis and the international situation to the current issue of insufficient national foreign exchange reserves.

They talked for a while, but Tian Le couldn't understand any of it. All he understood was that they were collecting grain coupons and reselling them.

"Alright, alright, I know you've been speculating and doing nothing good, so I'm relieved. I came to see you this time to ask you to..."

Please introduce us to your father.

"Grandpa? My dad's retired, why are you looking for him?" Song Jianguo asked with a surprised look.

Tian Le immediately told Song Jianguo about his idea to make seasonings, and Song Jianguo immediately became interested.

As the son of a chef, he naturally had a deep understanding of food, but when he heard that the other party wanted to study red-clad dishes,

They immediately lost interest. This stuff has been around for fifty or sixty years, but if a family has bran or rice to eat, no one would want to eat this kind of fishy, ​​tough stuff.

After listening to everything, it wasn't as interesting as his foreign exchange talk.

But he still agreed to help with the introduction, since the other party wasn't asking him to commit murder or arson, nor was they trying to extort money from him.

It was just an introduction to my father.

He immediately dialed the old man's number, and after a few words, they made an appointment.

After hanging up the phone, he smiled and said to Tian Le, "It's settled, let's go now."

"It just so happens that the old man can show off his skills at home, so let's have a welcome dinner for the two elder brothers!"

Tian Le had no problem with it, but he still looked at Wu Shu.

Wu Shu nodded slightly, which was considered an agreement. After all, a chef's skill could be judged by his dishes.

Seeing how understanding Song Jianguo was, Wu Shu didn't want to owe him anything, so after thinking about it...

He said calmly, "If you've hoarded a lot of food coupons, you'd better sell them as soon as possible."

Song Jianguo was slightly taken aback by Wu Shu's sudden suggestion and asked, "Brother, you know about these things too?"

"I don't understand, but the government will abolish the food rationing system by the end of the year at the latest."

Wu Shu's tone remained nonchalant, as if he were talking about something everyone already knew.

However, the abolition of food coupons was not fully implemented until the end of 1993.

Song Jianguo smiled wryly, thinking to himself, "It seems the other party doesn't understand at all."

The food rationing system has been in place for forty years. How could it be that if you hoard food this year, it will be canceled this year?

That's simply a fantasy.

Song Jianguo didn't argue verbally, only nodding in agreement, but in his heart he was thinking of stockpiling another batch, taking advantage of others' fear to fuel his greed.

Wu Shu didn't mind that the other party didn't take his words to heart; after all, it's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words.

It was a bit of a pity, though, because he saw that the other party's law book was covered with all sorts of annotations, and some pages were even worn out from repeated readings.

It's obvious they're genuinely studying, not just casually flipping through pages.

He also noticed that the foreign classics the other person was reading were mostly in English, which he himself might have some difficulty reading.

And what the other person just said about finance and such was indeed very insightful; they are a talented person.

They were simply blinded by the times.

Along the way, Song Jianguo kept chatting with Tian Le about interesting things that happened in prison, and soon they arrived at his father's house.

Song Jianguo's father, Song Qing, was a man of small stature but with sharp eyes. Apart from his right hand, which was bony and protruding from years of wielding a knife,...

Otherwise, they are basically no different from ordinary elderly people.

When Song Qing saw Tian Le, he was able to greet him normally, but when he saw Wu Shu, his eyes involuntarily narrowed.

And he spoke a little softer.

Tian Le recounted the crayfish story again. Song Qing seemed very interested, but still hesitated. It wasn't that he found the matter difficult;

Rather, he was somewhat wary of Wu Shu. He had worked in a state-run restaurant for nearly forty years; what kind of people hadn't he seen? From provincial leaders...

Even the humblest peddler could say that he had never misjudged a person; the menacing aura and fierce intent emanating from them were impossible to conceal.

He was afraid that if he couldn't make the recipe the other party wanted, they would blame him, which would be asking for trouble.

But he refused...

He's an old man, but he's not afraid of hardship; it's just that his son and daughter-in-law are still young.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, Wu Shu saw through his concerns, leaned forward slightly, and said with sharp eyes, "Fifty thousand, I won't let you work for nothing."

Before Song Qing could agree, Song Jianguo immediately agreed as soon as he heard there was 50,000.

Fifty thousand! That's enough for him to hoard a lot more grain coupons. Then he just needs to sell them for several times the profit.

Not only could I pay the full amount for the villa I wanted right away, but...

Even if it can't be completed in the end, we can just refund the money. Anyway, after buying the villa, we'll have plenty of money left over.

He himself has only hoarded thirty to forty thousand grain coupons so far.

With this 50,000, he can aggressively lower the price and buy even more!

As for being difficult to deal with? Just give them an extra 10,000, and if that doesn't work, add another 10,000. It's just a matter of money.