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The Jiefang truck bumped its way back to the county town, its cargo bed filled with the hopes of the Hongshitun villagers, as well as the frustrations of Yu Gaoyang and Lin Xiumei.

Yu Gaoyang's grip on the steering wheel was so tight it was almost deformed, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

"Lu Qingshan! A peasant, what makes him think he's above everyone else?!"

"I'll tell my dad when I get back, and see how I deal with him!"

Lin Xiumei sat to the side, her already irritable mood worsening upon seeing Yu Gaoyang's repulsive face.

"Gao Yang, you're speechless."

"I was in a rush when I received this batch of goods, and I didn't check many of them carefully. What if..."

"What ifs could happen!"

Yu Gaoyang slammed on the gas pedal, and the car roared.

"My dad's the factory manager, how could he not accept a truckload of beat-up mountain goods?"

The truck screeched to a halt at the entrance of the county food factory's warehouse.

An elderly man with gray hair, wearing a blue work uniform, came out. He was Mr. Wang, who was in charge of inspecting the goods.

Without saying much, Master Wang walked directly to the side of the truck bed, reached into the sack, grabbed a handful of mushrooms, and smelled them.

He rubbed his fingers together again, and his brow furrowed instantly.

"no."

Master Wang threw the mushrooms he was holding back into the sack and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"This stuff is damp, and there's mold mixed in; it can't be put into storage."

Yu Gaoyang had just suffered a lot of anger in Baihuatun, and now he was contradicted to his face by an old worker, so he immediately got angry.

He slammed the car door shut and rushed to Master Wang.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Open your dog eyes and see whose car this is! My dad is Yu Bo! The factory manager of this factory!"

Master Wang raised his eyelids, glanced at Yu Gaoyang, and pursed his lips.

"So what if the factory manager's son? Even his son can't break the factory's rules."

"If we accept this batch of goods, the food we make will make people sick. That would ruin our food factory's reputation built over decades. Who will take responsibility for that? Will I?"

"You!" Yu Gaoyang was so choked up that his face turned red, but he didn't dare to make any promises to take responsibility. He just slammed his fist on the car door.

"I'll take responsibility! I'm telling you this now, you're taking this cargo whether you want to or not!"

When Lin Xiumei saw that an argument had broken out, she quickly got out of the car and spoke up in her defense.

"Master Wang, this is Gao Yang's first time receiving goods, he has no experience, please do him a favor."

"This isn't about inconvenience."

Master Wang has a temper as hard as a rock, and he always stands with his hands on his hips.

"This is a matter of principle."

The two sides remained deadlocked at the warehouse entrance, and the arguing attracted many onlookers who pointed and whispered among themselves.

Just then, a figure walked over unhurriedly from the office building.

The man, around fifty years old, had a slicked-back Mediterranean hairstyle and wore a well-fitting Zhongshan suit. He was Yu Bo, the factory manager of the food factory.

"What's all the noise about?"

Yu Bo's voice wasn't loud, but the factory director's authority was undeniable, and everyone fell silent.

As soon as Yu Gaoyang saw his father arrive, he immediately straightened his back and pointed at Master Wang to complain.

"Dad! You've finally arrived! I worked so hard to haul a truckload of goods back from the countryside, and this old man insists the goods aren't good enough and won't let them into the warehouse! Isn't he deliberately trying to embarrass me?!"

Master Wang was also afraid of offending the factory manager, so he quickly explained.

"Factory manager, this batch of goods does have a problem. The humidity is too high, and some are moldy. What do you think...?"

Yu Bo didn't say anything. He walked to the side of the truck bed, picked up a handful of hazelnuts and looked at them. He then glanced at Lin Xiumei, who was full of anxiety, and her exasperated son.

He knew perfectly well that this guy was no good.

But if my son is rejected on his first mission, how will he ever be able to hold his head high at the factory again?

As for the losses...

Yu Bo quickly considered the matter in his mind, and an idea came to him.

He threw the hazelnuts back into the sack, turned around, looked at Master Wang, and spoke in a flat tone.

"This is Xiaoyu's first time receiving a package herself, so it's normal that the goods have some minor defects since she has no experience."

"How about this? Treat it as a substandard product, reduce the price by 30%, and put it into storage."

After Yu Bo finished speaking, his gaze fell on Master Wang's face, and there was no room for negotiation in his eyes.

"Factory manager, this..." Master Wang's face turned pale, and he still wanted to argue.

"Go do it," Yu Bo interrupted him, his voice turning slightly colder.

Master Wang's lips moved, but seeing Yu Bo's unyielding expression, he ultimately didn't dare to say anything more.

He sighed heavily, his once straight back suddenly hunching over. He looked as if he had aged several years in an instant, and silently turned to retrieve the inventory receipt.

"snort!"

Yu Gaoyang snorted coldly at Master Wang's back, his face full of smugness.

Lin Xiumei also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the price was reduced by 30%, she finally managed to get rid of this hot potato.

She quickly moved closer to Yu Bo and began to embellish her story.

"Uncle, you have no idea, it's all Lu Qingshan's fault! He set up a point in Baihuatun, and I don't know where he got so much cash from, he's been throwing money around like a madman to buy goods, driving up prices to a whole new level!"

Yu Gaoyang chimed in, "That's right! Dad, this kid's too arrogant. You have to stand up for me!"

Yu Bo listened without much expression on his face, simply taking out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and slowly taking a puff.

"Hmph, let him take the money if he wants. I'll make sure he can't get the goods out. Let's see what he does when the goods are ruined."

"You don't need to worry about this."

Yu Gaoyang and Lin Xiumei went to the finance department to settle their accounts.

When the accountant handed Lin Xiumei a stack of money, her heart sank.

She made grand promises when she received the goods, but after haggling down the price by 30%, the money she received was much less than she expected, not even enough to cover the costs for the villagers of Hongshitun.

Holding the meager sum of money, the two walked out of the food factory dejectedly and strolled down the street without uttering a sound.

As Lin Xiumei passed by the county supply and marketing cooperative, she suddenly stopped.

She stared intently at the merchandise displayed in the shop window.

A brand-new Forever brand bicycle, a shiny black Butterfly brand sewing machine, and a small, exquisite Shanghai brand women's watch.

These things, as if possessed by magic, captivated her attention.

On what grounds?

Why should that bitch Lin Xiulan have all these things?

Why should I take this little bit of money and go back to face those poor villagers?

A wicked thought began to grow wildly in her mind.

She suddenly grabbed Yu Gaoyang's sleeve and pulled him to the corner of the wall.

"Gao Yang..."

Her voice was very low, and her eyes gleamed with an unusual light.

"Look, this little bit of money isn't even enough to share with those poor bastards in Hongshitun."

"How about... we use this money to get our 'three turns and one sound' (referring to a set of bicycles, a sewing machine, a radio, and a watch) sorted first?"

Yu Gaoyang was stunned. "Then...how do we explain this to the villagers?"

Lin Xiumei leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Just tell them the factory hasn't settled the payment yet, and ask them to wait a little longer!"

"Can't we just pay them back when the next payment comes through?"

"Gao Yang, think about it! If we buy all this stuff, how prestigious will we be? Then who in the village will dare look down on us!"

Yu Gaoyang clutched the stack of money that should have belonged to the villagers, his palms slowly sweating.

He looked at Lin Xiumei's encouraging face, then at the glowing items in the shop window, and his Adam's apple bobbed.