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In the restaurant, a table of dishes was ordered as usual, and Wang Yan and Wang Dashan's family were eating, drinking, and laughing.

Wang Yan picked up a chopstick and said: "Currently we don't have enough funds. It's impossible to make big moves. We still have to accumulate step by step. It just so happens that the goods I bought last time are almost sold. You can look for them in the next two days. Let’s rent another store. There are still more than two months before the Chinese New Year, and business will definitely be good during this period, so I will make more trips to Pengcheng.”

"In addition, I have also designed a few half-sleeves. When the time comes, I will find a factory to make more goods. The money I earned before the year will be used as a deposit. When the weather gets warmer after the new year, I will definitely make a lot of money. It will definitely be enough to build a factory. Use it." Seeing Luo Yuzhu's suspicious eyes, Wang Yan took a sip of wine and said, "You will know when you look at the design draft I drew later. I guarantee there will be no problem."

Wang Dashan didn't know much about these things, so he didn't talk nonsense and listened carefully while eating.

Seeing that Wang Yan was sure and did not say anything sarcastic, Luo Yuzhu said thoughtfully: "What factory are you planning to build in the first step?"

"The garment factory does not require high technical requirements. We make clothes, hats, shoes and pants. We need to put up the brand first."

"Have you designed all of these?"

Wang Yan nodded: "Of course, it's absolutely novel."

Luo Yuzhu said nothing as she took a bite of food for her son. If it is true as Wang Yan said, then making money is certain. She has sold clothes before, so she knows how much profit there is, not to mention that they produce them themselves. Although it is inevitable for others to follow suit, the first wave of reputation is the real long-term benefit.

Wang Dashan said strangely: "When did you know how to design clothes? Why didn't I know?"

"You don't know if the real person doesn't show his face, where are you? I know a lot. Come on, have a drink." After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and touched it with Wang Dashan.

How can he design clothes? It's just that he has LV1 painting skills and can draw the things he has seen in a decent way. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, the meaning is that, and it's enough if you can understand it. In such a fast-changing era, because people are eager for new things, he does not need to be too ahead of his time. As long as you give it three or two years in advance, it will be an absolute hit, and you won’t have to worry about selling it at all. It’s a complete seller’s market.

The next morning, in the shop in Qiancheng, Wang Yan looked at the pictures and talked, explaining to Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu, who were attentive, what the real effect of the things he painted would be. Looking at the dark circles under their eyes, you can tell that they didn't sleep well yesterday. They were struggling with their reckless decisions and worried about the uncertain future.

Wang Dashan stared blankly at the drawing in his hand: "I didn't expect that, Wang Yan, you are really professional and presentable. No worse than those other... fashion designers."

"Indeed, with this hand and the plan you mentioned, we really took advantage." Luo Yuzhu said with a smile, slapping away his son's dirty hands.

She has never seen what the real design looks like. Anyway, based on her intuition, there is nothing wrong with it and it will definitely sell well. She didn't have high hopes either, or she wouldn't have slept well at all.

Mr. Wang has such a big face. He recognizes everything he says: "I've already said that real people don't show their faces. Now believe me. As for whether you take advantage of others or not, let's not talk about it in the future. We have discussed and decided things, so you can I wish that those students should be separated."

Luo Yuzhu smiled and said nothing. Wang Dashan looked at Wang Yan sincerely: "Wang Yan... thank you..."

"Okay, what you said is new." Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "I'll leave it to you, I'm leaving."

"Be safe, I'll wait for you to come back."

Wang Yan went south to Pengcheng, and the couple got up to see each other off.

In the following period, Wang Yan traveled between Pengcheng, Gan Province, accumulating wealth bit by bit. He registered the familiar Longteng Group, and he and Wang Dashan's family owned half of the shares. Then there are various registered branches and trademarks under it, including clothing, department stores, real estate, electronics, the Internet, and his old business logistics, and so on, a series of companies starting with Longteng. There are also those famous foreign brands that basically have registered first-hand trademarks. Not only can it disgust people, but it might also bring some benefits, so why not do it by hand?

Looking at the increasing wealth on the books day by day, Luo Yuzhu was okay, but Wang Dashan became red-eyed when he suddenly became rich, and regretted that he slapped himself in the mouth. If he had come out with Luo Yuzhu earlier, he would have earned more.

It’s not that we don’t work hard or that we don’t make progress, it’s just that many times people can’t see the direction and don’t have a clear goal. Visible benefits are the best driving force for one's own progress. Just like Wang Yan back then, when the system worker first came, he really tried his best to absorb nutrients to strengthen himself. After persisting like this for many years, he has developed a habit, used to growing, and used to making progress.

Wang Dashan is no exception.

With the rapid increase in wealth, everything in front of him is progressing steadily according to the original plan, and it seems that he is getting closer and closer to the blueprint drawn by Wang Yan. He couldn't lag behind, couldn't always point to Wang Yan to take care of him, and rely on his wife to get by.

An unknown person who has worked as a railway worker for many years has no shortage of perseverance, not to mention the motivation for profit. I know that Wang Yan reads a lot and understands a lot. With a silly smile, he asked Wang Yan for advice on what he should do to be like him and Luo Yuzhu.

It would be impossible to reach his level in this life, and it would be quite difficult in the next life. Wang Yan did not hesitate to give advice. After all, Qiu Yingying had set a precedent. As long as she was not stupid and given a chance, she could always practice. Wang Yan made a reading list for him and left him alone with the words "listen more, read more, and think more". These are enough. With Luo Yuzhu's constant guidance and his own understanding, he will always improve in all aspects.

In April 1990, outside a factory on the outskirts of Hongdu.

"Haha, Boss Luo, there's no problem. It's just right. It's just right."

One person put the last package into the car and said something back.

Luo Yuzhu shook a bunch of money in his hand and said with a smile: "Boss Song, the money is just right, not bad at all."

"Then I'll have a good time cooperating with you. If nothing happens, I'll leave first?"

"Wait a minute, Boss Song, I have some news for you. Today is the last batch. Our company will no longer ship here. The address is in Qiancheng... The quality is definitely high but not low. , you can go and take a look when you have time. And let me tell you, we are going to build our own store, and the more we sell in the future, the less bulk goods we will sell..."

Without even thinking about it, Boss Song laughed and said, "It's certain, Qiancheng... right? Boss Luo, don't worry, I'll go over and take a look once this batch of goods is sold out."

"Okay, I look forward to our cooperation again. Goodbye."

Watching Boss Song walk away, Luo Yuzhu put the money into the bag she was carrying, took out her notebook and made a note. After finishing this yesterday, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at Wang Dashan who was counting people not far away and smiled slightly. Life is really getting more and more promising.

Wang Dashan saw off the customer, passed the kettle and said, "Yuzhu, are you tired? Come on, have a drink of water."

Rolling her eyes at him, Luo Yuzhu took the kettle and took a sip and threw it back to him: "No one is tired of collecting money. Really. Let's go, let's go to the factory director to settle the balance."

Taking the kettle and following Luo Yuzhu's footsteps, Wang Dashan looked at the short-sleeved shirt with the word 'Huaxia' printed on it under her coat, then looked down at the short-sleeved shirt with the word 'Longteng' printed on it and smiled: "Don't tell me, this Wang Yan is really good. Just printing a few words and some colorful patterns can sell so hotly."

Luo Yuzhu said: "Okay, let's see what fun you have. This time we will use the name 'Long Teng'. It will be even more popular in the future, and it will be fun for you. Come on, we have been apart for two days. I don’t know how my son is doing.”

Wang Dashan shook his head and followed without saying a word.

After making the final payment with the factory director, and with his unintelligible look in his eyes, the couple rushed to the train station and got on the train back to Qiancheng.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, the two came to a factory on the outskirts of Qiancheng. They stood at the door and stared at the 'Longteng Clothing' on the wall for a while before walking in. Half of them were here...

Wang Yan, who was reading quietly in the guard room, heard the commotion, stood up and took a look, then called out to Wang Xu, who was fascinated by the little book and unwilling to move, and led him to open the door and walk out.

Seeing her son come out, Luo Yuzhu ran two steps and picked him up: "Son, do you miss your mother?"

Looking at the little book in his hand, Wang Xu laughed: "I think I miss my dad too. What have you been doing these days?"

"We went to make money so that we can buy you a lot of little novels to read."

How could Luo Yuzhu not notice that look in his eyes? He said angrily at the moment.

"Really? That's great, mom." After saying that, Wang Xu lowered his head and took a bite of Luo Yuzhu: "I want to watch Dragon Ball."

Wang Dashan couldn't bear to see his son suffer so much, so he quickly stepped forward and took him from Luo Yuzhu's arms: "Okay, okay, let's go see our factory with your uncle." As he said that, he turned his head and looked aside. Wang Yan: "Is everything done, Wang Yan?"

"Okay, let's wait until the two whips are released tomorrow. Let's go and have a look together."

Wang Yan smiled and led the way towards the workshop.

Looking at the machines and workbenches in front of them, Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu imagined that there were busy workers here, and they couldn't help but feel high-spirited.

Seeing Wang Dashan looking at the machines with pain, Wang Yan said with a smile: "These are all necessary investments. The chief engineer said that science and technology are the primary productive forces. In the future, we will have to recruit talents to develop our own research, and the money will be spent even more." Much faster.”

"I know, I'm just afraid of being poor. Now I can't even think about spending so much money on buying a machine. In the future, we have to develop it ourselves and make money from others. This is much faster than selling clothes."

Luo Yuzhu couldn't bear to see Wang Dashan's wealth. Now he has a stronger desire to become bigger and stronger than she does: "Let's take a walk and look around. This will be our base from now on."

Afterwards, everyone strolled through the entire workshop, and the couple walked out with their children in their arms, smiling happily, hoping to come soon tomorrow.

"We haven't eaten yet since we came back from Hongdu. Let's go back to the city and have a nice meal." House prices are not high now. Compared with what they earn, the money is really not much. They have moved to the city a long time ago. In town.

………

In October 1992, there was a three-story building in Qiancheng that occupied a large area and faced the street on three sides.

The first floor facing the street is all clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking through the glass windows, the first thing you see is a row of original-color solid wood tables and chairs next to the window, with fathers and mothers sitting at a few scattered tables with their children reading. Inside are rows of tall bookshelves filled with books. Some people are looking through them here and there, and they have no time to spare. There are also people holding a book, leaning against the bookshelf, quietly reading it with relish.

You can tell at a glance that this is a bookstore, and the name of this bookstore is exactly the bookstore.

On the second floor, Wang Yan sat on a chair by the east window, listening to soft and soothing music, and put down the book in his hand. Turning his head to look out the window at the crowd of people hurrying with their heads in their hands, and looking at the ripples on the water on the ground, Wang Yan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, savoring the sweetness in his mouth. A sense of calmness amidst the chaos and the pretense of looking at the world with a smile arises spontaneously.

Since opening the factory, Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu, under Wang Yan's instructions, have invested in raw materials upstream and hired people with relevant expertise to research new materials. At the same time, they have opened stores in major cities and horizontally expanded the daily necessities industry. Develop new financial resources.

But last year, it was still thanks to the help of Brother Su, whom he respected very much, that he, Wang, was so skilled at this job. After a few rounds, the equipment came out, some technology was obtained, and the money was not wasted, Long Teng immediately raised its head.

Longteng is basically the big brother of Qiancheng now, and all citizens know such a company. Promoting employment and consumption has made a great contribution to the city.

At this point, other than controlling the direction, Wang Yan no longer had to worry. Long Teng is today because of his decision-making, and facts have proven that he is right. He believed that Wang Dashan and Luo Yuzhu knew what was going on and would not mess around.

After much deliberation, he simply bought this place, renovated it and built a bookstore. It was good to read books and drink tea when he had nothing to do. He liked this.

After gathering his thoughts, Wang Yan drank all the tea in the cup, picked up the teapot and wanted to refill it, only to find that it was empty. Before he could get up, a soft hand lifted the teapot, and a gentle voice sounded in his ears: "I'll do it, you just sit down."

Looking at the beautiful figures walking away, Wang Yan shook his head, this person can't be too charming.

This woman's name is Zhao Ruyun, she is thirty-two years old and a lonely widow. Her parents and husband are gone, and all her property is in her hands. Not far from here, a hotel two blocks away is hers...

I remember it was a summer afternoon. Zhao Ruyun opened the door and walked in. The first thing she saw was Wang Yan, who was quietly drinking tea and reading a book.

Wang Yan also noticed this woman who was not inferior to celebrities in terms of beauty and figure, and also discovered that the other party had the idea of ​​​​exploring her. But for him, the heartbeat is the desire to see sex. So Wang Yan very politely invited her to drink tea, read and chat with her.

After the first pleasant contact, then the subsequent in-depth contact will be a matter of course, not to mention that both parties intend to do so. To this day, it has been almost a month since the two of them slept together.

They both have a lot of free time. They read books and drink tea together during the day. If not, they go out for a walk and do whatever they want in the evening. Anyway, it's quite comfortable. In Zhao Ruyun's words: much better than my damn husband.

After a while, Zhao Ruyun came back with a teapot, passed by the bookshelf and took out a book, served Wang Yanxu tea, and poured another cup for herself. Then he tossed his hair, sat down opposite Wang Yan and read quietly. After chatting thoroughly, this is the normal situation between the two of them most of the time, silence is better than sound.

At the same time, a man with single eyelids and small eyes, holding a briefcase and constantly taking deep breaths to control himself, walked nervously towards the cabin next to the railway that he did not want to face and had never let go of, but could not help but want to take a look at. .

I don’t know whether I love him or not, and I don’t want to know. He only knows that he wants to see that woman...

Just take a look...that's enough...

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