Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

"Wenfeng, I've heard your plan, and I think it's feasible."

Wu Jiajun sat in his office, brewing the tea for the third time, and said:

"One cup of water, two cups of tea, three or four cups are the essence. This is this year's pre-Qingming Longjing tea, and this brew is the most flavorful."

Chen Wenfeng picked up his teacup, took a large gulp, and said:

"It is indeed good tea. Angkor, I'm not that particular about tea, as long as it has some color and doesn't look like water, it's fine."

"Haha, you're always trying to amuse me."

Wu Jiajun also took a sip of tea and continued:

"Old Feng's been talking about you a lot lately. Let's get together properly the three of us after this busy period. The owner of Li's Lamb Soup shop has come over a few times these past few days. I could tell Manager Li doesn't like him. I even joked that they're from the same clan!"

Chen Wenfeng put down his teacup and smiled:

"The last time Boss Li sent thugs to cause trouble for me, Manager Li has been unhappy with him ever since."

"That Boss Li doesn't seem very shrewd. By the way, there's something you might not know: do you know the relationship between Li's Lamb Soup and Han Laosi?"

Chen Wenfeng was taken aback; this was indeed unexpected. He quickly asked:

"Is there a connection between them?"

Wu Jiajun said:

"Yes, Boss Li is Han Laosi's wife's cousin. Boss Li himself said that the first place Han Laosi went to in the county was to see his father. The old man didn't say anything, saying he wouldn't get involved anymore and pushed it to Boss Li. Boss Li patted his chest and told me that he would help those in the right, not his relatives."

Chen Wenfeng smiled and said:

"Boss Li is truly a wise man who knows when to yield!"

It turns out that Li's Lamb Soup was originally run by Boss Li's father. The old man was sensible and knew how to run a business, and Li's Lamb Soup was very popular in the county.

The old man originally wanted to hand over the shop to his youngest son, but the youngest son was not interested in it and his health was deteriorating day by day, so he had no choice but to hand it over to his eldest son.

The eldest son is now Boss Li, but the old man doesn't trust his eldest son, feeling that he is unreliable, prone to making assumptions, and lacks a sense of proportion.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. Boss Li had a falling out with Chen Wenfeng after only a few days in charge.

When the old man found out, he gave his son a stern lecture, telling him to run the business honestly or he would lose the shop. Only then did Mr. Li behave himself.

This time, when Han Laosi approached Li Ji Lamb Soup, the old man didn't express his opinion and passed the buck to his son. Seeing that on one side was his own relative, and on the other side were Chen Wenfeng and Jiuzhou Restaurant, whom he couldn't afford to offend, Boss Li discussed it with his father early on.

The old man was very satisfied with his son's caution this time. Knowing Han Laosi's character, he warned his son to stay away from Han Laosi.

Boss Li was eager to get closer to the Kyushu Hotel, and hearing his father say this was exactly what he wanted, so he revealed the details to Wu Jiajun early on.

Wu Jiajun explained to Chen Wenfeng in detail how Han Laosi had made promises to Boss Li and how he had tried to poach Chen Wenfeng's old customers. At the end, Wu Jiajun gave Chen Wenfeng a word of advice:

"Wenfeng, you need to be careful with that Han Laosi. From what Boss Li said, I can tell that Han Laosi is very unfriendly to your family. It's not just targeting you; it seems like he has grievances against your parents as well. You could even describe it in one word: deep-seated resentment."

Chen Wenfeng never expected Han Laosi to treat his family this way. Even though he had been reborn, he didn't have God's perspective and couldn't possibly have imagined Han Laosi's resentment towards his father and mother.

But adhering to the attitude of "if you are unjust, I will be unjust" and the principle of "if someone offends me, I will retaliate," Chen Wenfeng made a decision and said:

"Brother Wu, I want to take this matter to the extreme. You give me your opinion."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jiajun became interested and said:

"How can we do this in a more ruthless way?"

"It's just that I'm not that trustworthy."

Chen Wenfeng then explained the plan to Wu Jiajun in detail.

Wu Jiajun listened attentively and then said:

"Wenfeng, this plan is excellent. There aren't that many rules and regulations in business. If everyone were a gentleman, a schoolteacher, following every rule, how would business work? The business world is like a battlefield; winning is the key. Occasionally taking shortcuts or hoarding goods isn't a big deal. Go for it!"

"With your words, I feel even more confident."

"I think you've already made up your mind, and you just want to see if I can confirm it with you!"

"Haha, Angkor, you're making fun of me again!"

......

Chenjiazhuang, Han Laosi's family.

Han Laosi sat with his legs crossed, smoking a new pipe.

He was heartbroken when he broke that cigarette holder last time, and he tried to get it repaired, but it's still not fixed.

The new cigarette holder wasn't as comfortable to use as the old one, but none of that affected his mood at the moment.

Han Laosi's trip to the county town was very fruitful, even exceeding his expectations. Taking over Li's mutton soup business was a given, and he even managed to poach Chen Wenfeng's other two restaurants as well.

Without a sales channel, let's see how this kid can cause trouble now.

What kind of loyal customer is he? He's just greedy for money. Whoever has money can get things done. What future can that penniless Chen Shouyi's son possibly have?

Han Laosi hummed a little tune with great pride.

"The autumn wind blows cool in August, the sorghum turns red and the grain turns yellow. The harvest season is busy in August, so I carry my stove and load on my shoulder and travel far and wide. Every step forward makes a clanging sound, every step backward makes a clanging sound. I was a poor bachelor for the first half of my life, and I'm still a bachelor now."

"When I'm hungry, no one cooks for me; when my clothes are torn, no one washes or starches them. When disaster strikes or I get sick, no one cares; when I get home at night, the kang (heated brick bed) is ice cold. Today I'm not going anywhere else; I'm heading straight to Wangjiazhuang. In Wangjiazhuang lives Wang Erniang, a kind-hearted widow with deep affection."

Seeing Han Laosi's expression, Li Dahua knew that this time it was sure to work out. When she first married Han Laosi, his family was destitute, but whenever Han Laosi hummed a tune and acted like a wealthy landlord, a sum of money would immediately arrive at their home.

It's worked every time, no matter how many times it's done.

Li Dahua was delighted that she could count money in bed again. She washed a cucumber for Han Laosi, handed it to him, and said:

"Honey, the supply deal with the county town has been finalized. We need to hurry up and collect the eggs."

"What's the rush! That bastard Chen Wenfeng has no market, so naturally he won't buy the eggs. Do you think the eggs will just disappear? Didn't you see I've been running around for two days? I'm so tired my bones are practically melting. Come over here and give me a leg massage."

Li Dahua was scolded by the man, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she obediently massaged Han Laosi's legs.

"Make it stronger, haven't you eaten?" Old Han said critically.

Li Dahua then increased her strength.

"Oh dear, are you trying to kill me?" Han Laosi complained again.

Li Dahua reduced her strength a little more.

"It's a pity you can't buy a small one these days; no matter how much money you have, it's not enjoyable to spend it. Oh well. Turning off the lights and getting into bed is the same thing."

Looking at his wife's chubby face and barrel-like waist, Han Laosi muttered to himself.

When Li Dahua saw Han Laosi staring at her, she never imagined what the man was thinking and instead felt embarrassed.

"It's even uglier than fucking," Han Laosi cursed inwardly.