Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

Wang Qun raised his hand, his mouth full of disgust.

"Take him away and send him to the commune for processing immediately. I don't want to see him anymore."

Even if someone is not very smart, Wang Qun respects those who earn money with their own hands.

If you offer a cigarette every day, this kind of person will teach you something.

He despises people who use underhanded methods to make money.

I saw through Zhang Hao back then and tried to make him back down by offering him a pack of cigarettes.

Unexpectedly, he actually kept offering me a pack of the cheapest cigarettes every day, and I eventually took pity on him and asked him to stop.

I had hoped he could learn a skill that would lead him to a better life.

After completing the course, he discovered that the man had been secretly telling him that he needed cigarettes every day and wouldn't teach him anything real unless he gave him a pack of cigarettes.

Wang Qun was disgusted. Thinking that he would have to work with him in the future, he decisively transferred from the 100-ton ship to Yang Bai's ship.

Thinking that from now on they would have nothing to do with each other.

I met him today and he's still trying to make money through shady means, even considering getting parts for the ship's engine.

A ship can sink if even one screw is missing.

Zhang Hao touched on the most fundamental issues.

Wang Qun would not let him off the hook.

Watching Zhang Hao being taken away, Wang Qun looked at the engine.

"Just replace a few washers and screws, I'll fix it myself, it's free."

"Forget about Yang Bai and Hua Zi, it was my fault, I admit it. Give me back the notebook."

He sighed; he had been thoroughly tricked by the very person he had personally trained.

Yang Bai took out the notebook and returned it to him.

Throughout our time together, Lao Wang has always been a principled person, and he definitely wouldn't agree to leave the notebook behind.

Wang Qun picked up the notebook and put it away. "Alright, you can go now. Call a few workers from outside to come in and help with the loading. We can set sail tomorrow."

The two men stepped out of the engine compartment.

Wang An breathed a sigh of relief. "That was really close. Yang Bai, thank goodness you were here. If it were me, I probably would have let him continue repairing it."

Due to his different job responsibilities, he doesn't usually handle engine room maintenance.

Since it was all dark, he knew nothing about this and couldn't figure it out.

He truly hadn't expected Zhang Hao to do something like this.

He admired Yang Bai's shrewdness even more, for being able to detect the problem immediately.

Yang Bai laughed and said, "You can't blame yourself for that. It's so dark that no one can see it."

The scenario of a screw washer malfunctioning is the most frightening; people who don't know the situation can really be fooled.

Wang An was a professional ship captain, not a professional chief engineer, and did not understand this kind of in-depth disassembly and repair work.

I understand it because I have experience with it.

Wang An sighed, "Alright, stop comforting me. I'll study repair properly in the future so I won't get ripped off. I'll learn from my mistakes."

He rode onto the bike path: "I'm going to report to Section Chief Zhang. See you tomorrow."

At this moment, Hou Sanli came over with a big smile on his face.

"Yang Bai, the deal is done. As long as this ship is out of commission for five days, we only need to salvage 400,000 jin. After repairs are completed in five days, the larger ship can come and help us. This will lighten the burden considerably, reducing it by 260,000 jin."

He's feeling great right now; if he works hard, he'll definitely be able to finish the job.

That way, he can easily hold on until the change of leadership.

Once he becomes the Party Secretary, he can let Yang Bai cause as much trouble as he wants.

But then Yang Bai told him some shocking news.

"Manager Hou, after my investigation, the ship is ready to set sail tomorrow, so don't worry."

He had only taken two steps when Hou Sanli grabbed his shoulder from behind.

"Comrade Yang Bai, what are you talking about? I finally managed to negotiate this, why are you going to repair the ship?"

"Don't scare me, my heart can't take a fright."

Yang Bai shrugged.

"I'm not trying to scare you, the ship really can set sail tomorrow. Or do you want to see if you have any good solutions?"

"For example, what if we damage the boat again?"

Hou Sanli was truly devastated. He felt as if the appointment letter for the Party branch secretary had been handed to him, only to be snatched away by Yang Bai.

"Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to go to the ship and see what's going on."

His steps were extremely heavy.

You can tell he's really angry.

Yang Bai got on his motorcycle; the matter was resolved, and he could wait until tomorrow.

Instead of going home first, he went to the address of the cigarette vendor in the notebook Wang Qun had given him and turned onto a bluestone street to look for him.

I saw a two-story house, stopped the car, and knocked on the wooden door.

"Zzzzt"

The wooden door creaked open, revealing a gaunt old man in his seventies or eighties.

With a wooden pipe dangling from his mouth, his yellowed fingers tremblingly placed the door latch aside.

His cloudy eyes looked Yang Bai up and down, and his dry voice sounded like a bellows being pulled.

Who are you?

"Wang Qun sent me."

Yang Bai announced Wang Qun's name.

The old man nodded, turned around, and said, "Come in, and close the door behind you."

Yang Bai followed him inside and closed the door behind him. It was impossible to conduct the illegal sale of cigarettes in the open.

What do you want?

The old man asked.

Yang Bai bluntly stated, "I'll take as many Chinese cigarettes as you have here."

It's not just for Wang Qun; we'll need to use Zhonghua cigarettes for future networking and other things, just in case.

The old man laughed. "You wouldn't happen to be the belt maker, would you?"

Yang Bai shook his head and took out ten ten-yuan bills.

"No, I'll buy as many as you have."

"Belt grab" is a slang term used in Jebe because police officers often wear belts around their waists, and half of the people in the black market call it that.

The old man's eyes lit up when he saw so many happy reunions.

"Where's your notebook?"

Yang Bai was stunned for a moment. The notebook... what the heck? Zhang Qun didn't say he wanted that notebook.

"Is it a hard requirement?"

The old man glanced at Yang Bai. "No, we give out notebooks to new customers who are referred. If you don't have a notebook, you can call Wang Qun over."

Without any introduction, and being a complete stranger, there's no way he would sell it.

Yang Bai shook his head.

The person is still repairing the engine; calling them over would be too much of a hassle.

"Never mind, I'm leaving."

Yang Bai opened the door.

The old man followed, and just as he was about to close the door, he saw Yang Bai get on his motorcycle and insert the key. His eyes lit up.

People who own motorcycles are very important, and the motorcycle in front of us is definitely not a police motorcycle.

Private ownership can be considered as having been purchased on the black market.

Since he could buy it from the black market and drive it on the road without getting caught, the young man in front of him is definitely not simple.

At least, he wasn't a police officer.

If his road opens up, a huge number of people will come to patronize his business.

"Young man, please wait a moment and come in for a seat."

Yang Bai was taken aback when he saw the old man greeting him.

He slowly got out of the car and went inside.

The old man closed the door himself.

"Young man, all the Zhonghua cigarettes I have here are genuine, ten packs and three packages."

"You know Wu Anshun, right?"

Yang Bai nodded; he knew all too well.

The old man continued.

"He's dead. His family sold off all the Zhonghua cigarettes in his house, and most of them ended up in my hands. Guaranteed authentic, or I'll give you ten cartons back for every one you buy!"