Chapter 2420
If you want to die, I dare to bury you.
Throughout the 1980s and 90s, after the reform and opening up, it seemed that the Chinese people were obsessed with the fantasy of making money.
Whether in the city or the countryside, when people meet, they talk about how much money they made this year, and then compare how capable a person is.
This statement is certainly inaccurate, but it conveys roughly the same idea.
Since the beginning of Chinese civilization, for thousands of years, or even just a few decades, we have had no wars, no famines, no class oppression; the only desire we have is to make money, which is something we can achieve and strive for.
So, besides this, it seems there's really nothing else to say.
This, in turn, demonstrates the greatness of the older generation.
Of course, Xiao Dang's desire to keep Huaihua in Beijing wasn't solely due to financial reasons.
Rather, she was well aware that Liu Guangtian's thoughts had changed.
That means Liu Haizhong is still alive, and someone can suppress him.
If Liu Haizhong were to pass away one day, Liu Guangtian might just be able to do something 'big'.
Therefore, given her current situation, she genuinely hopes to have a capable younger sister by her side who can support her in the future.
To put it bluntly, this kind of thinking is still selfish.
If people were selfless, the world would lose its vibrancy and diversity.
"Sister, what you should be thinking about right now isn't how to hold onto what you have, but how to make yourself better." Huaihua was smart after all; with just a few words, she had already figured out what kind of mental state her older sister was in.
Xiao Dang felt a little ashamed.
She glanced at the son in her sister's arms, but waved her hand dismissively and said, "What could possibly happen to me?"
"You play with the puppy for a while, I'll go cook."
Huaihua sighed inwardly, but her resolve to go to the South remained firm.
She lived her whole life only for herself.
No matter how good Xiao Dang is to her, she will not force her future for her sister's sake.
He Yuzhu has been living in a dream world for the past period of time.
Even if he were to live another life, he would still find some things to be just too dreamlike.
Putting everything else aside, his salary over the past thirty years has not been low.
However, in this day and age, compared to the income of some people...
He still felt it was quite a dream.
The vendors in the entire market seemed to live in another world, and their behavior was unstoppable.
He Yuzhu's total subsidies amounted to just over four hundred, less than five hundred a month.
This is already a top salary in Beijing.
This is because in the past two years, the CNC college has acquired several profitable factories, and he has no choice but to take some of the money.
Just like the management committee of the large market, He Yuzhu would definitely have to take on the position of director.
It's not that He Yuzhu wants to seize power.
Rather, it's because no one but him can control the situation.
If he doesn't want to be coveted by the city government and other departments, and if he doesn't want his subordinates to cause trouble, then he has no choice but to stay in this position.
Even if he sits in this position and does nothing.
Those who want to cause trouble are willing to give him face, and everyone gets along peacefully.
There are more and more varieties on the market.
Young people carrying double-speaker tape recorders, with long, flowing hair, wearing sunglasses and jeans, are a common sight in Beijing.
You can see it in any park.
People who genuinely work hard and live life to the fullest are, in the lens of cameras and video recorders documenting this era, portrayed as unsophisticated and backward.
It's impossible to say who deliberately led this.
Perhaps years from now, people like Xu Damao will become representatives of the new generation of trendsetters.
People like He Yuzhu are just fixed NPC characters.
Watching Xu Damao talk incessantly before him, boasting about how much money he'd made recently, and how much his friends had made, he felt a pang of envy.
He Yuzhu always felt uncomfortable.
So he looked at Xu Damao for a while before saying in a low voice, "I need to make a call to your little fat boy. Jiu'er must come back."
"No! Dear brother, can't you let me have a few days of peace?" Xu Damao almost kowtowed and begged for mercy.
With money, free time, and no one to bother him, this is the most comfortable time for Xu Damao.
However, He Yuzhu was thinking of sending his wife back to Beijing.
This threat is no less than holding a revolver to his head and playing Russian roulette.
I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself.
Da Mao, you should know that if someone else did what you did, I can report it directly to the city management.
Let the city authorities handle you.
"But you, I still can't bring myself to do it," He Yuzhu said leisurely.
He Yuzhu certainly didn't make these words up.
In Xu Damao's business these past few days, electronic watches delivered by waterway and goods delivered through legitimate channels accounted for about half of his business.
The Xu family actually earned several thousand yuan from their two stalls.
He Yuzhu wasn't jealous of this income, but he sensed danger in Xu Damao's business practices.
In our tax system, even without the help of computer networks in recent years, it seems that many things are still unclear.
But there are no fools in the world, and people naturally have ways to investigate these issues.
He Yuzhu originally set a bottom line for Xu Damao: counterfeit products could not exceed one-quarter of the goods sold.
In other words, if Xu Damao sells 100 watches, at least 75 of them must have come from legitimate sources.
But now Xu Damao has made it half and half.
He Yuzhu could protect such shady dealings, but he would still need to be given a few warnings.
"Brother, there's no other way."
I did indeed order the goods as you instructed at the beginning.
With a ratio of three to one, I didn't score a single extra ball.
But later, it wasn't enough to meet demand.
I did some cross-selling with other people in the same industry.
"I can't just let money slip by," Xu Damao complained repeatedly.
He Yuzhu frowned, staring blankly at Xu Damao. Xu Damao realized he had misspoke and quickly corrected himself, saying, "Brother, I misspoke. You didn't say anything. I was just talking nonsense."
He Yuzhu let out a long sigh, not criticizing Xu Damao's nonsense, but said in a stiff tone: "What choice you make is your business."
Da Mao, I'll just tell you one thing: all sales figures are documented and verifiable.
If I or my superiors find anything wrong, don't blame me.
Don't blame me for the liberation.
When the time comes, they will be fined if necessary, and detained if necessary.
I won't say a single good word about your family.
Another question is, how much is enough to earn?
What's the difference between earning three or four thousand in half a month and earning seven or eight thousand in half a month?
Is it worth it for you to drag your son and daughter-in-law's family into that risk?
The children don't understand the issues involved, and neither do you?
Stop talking nonsense...
Don't treat me like a fool.
If you want to die, I'll dare to bury you.
Without the slightest hesitation!
After saying this, He Yuzhu immediately stood up to see his guest out, showing Xu Damao no respect whatsoever. (End of Chapter)