A century-old wealthy family that rose from Shanghai

Chapter 7 The First Pot of Gold
Another half month passed.

Chen Guangliang met a guest who was wearing a pair of glasses and looked very gentle. Most importantly, he was holding a few books in his hands.

"Xiaoshifu Xiafei Road, Ace Apartment"

"Yes, sir"

It’s incredible that he actually lives on Xiafei Road.

This road was later called "Huaihai Middle Road".

But in fact it was more famous when it was called "Xiafei Road" because during that period, it was where the wealthy people in Shanghai lived.

Ding Li in the later TV series "Shanghai Beach" always dreamed of moving into Xiafei Road.

"Sir, you are a university teacher, right?"

"Young Master, why do you say that?"

Zhang Qihua sat in the rickshaw and looked at Chen Guangliang who was pulling the rickshaw with great interest, because his guess was correct.

"Others call us 'Red Man' or 'Little Red Man', but you call me 'Little Master'. This shows that you are a very cultured scholar. After all, you have so many books in your hands. Plus, we usually know a lot of people, so we can guess some of them correctly."

Zhang Qihua felt a surge of sympathy and secretly decided to give the other person a little more fare later.

"You really have a hard time and deserve respect. I do teach at a university."

"Then you should have published some articles, right? Have you written about us rickshaw pullers?"

Although Chen Guangliang was prying into other people's private affairs, his questions were very secretive, so that no one could discover them and no one would be disgusted.

Zhang Qihua also thought that Chen Guangliang was just concerned about the issue of society's attention to rickshaw pullers and was eager to get attention.

"I have published some articles, but nothing about rickshaw pullers. The main reason is that I don't know much about your industry. It would be bad to write rashly."

The tone was a little ashamed!
This society does not care enough about these people at the bottom of society.

"What you said is that, as far as I know, Hu Shi and Lu Xun both wrote articles about rickshaw pullers, but both expressed their sympathy for the pullers from an intellectual perspective, looking down on them, without delving into their hearts and souls to experience their lives."

Zhang Qihua was surprised and said, "Young man, have you read their articles?"

It's incredible that a coachman has such knowledge.

"I've read a little, but I can't really afford to buy books, so I usually read in newspapers. By the way, would you be interested in writing a novel about us rickshaw pullers? I think it could leave a lasting mark in modern literary history, and it would also be of great interest abroad, because we're a large group, and we're so miserable, so representative of the lower classes of society."

As a writer, you will never become famous if you don’t write about the lower classes of society. You must show your concern for the country and the people.

Zhang Qihua couldn't help but nod, then smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid that if I write it, not only will it not reach the heights of Mr. Hu Shi and Mr. Lu Xun, but it won't give me much insight into your industry either."

There was a slight movement in his heart.

Chen Guangliang took this opportunity to stop and take out the manuscript he had recently written.

"Sir, I did write some information. Could you please take a look at it for me?"

"it is good"

Next, Zhang Qihua was deeply attracted by Chen Guangliang's writing, which was about 10,000 words.

"Is this more like an outline?"

"Well, my writing is terrible, so I only made an outline and some materials."

Zhang Qihua exclaimed: "The story is very good, and the characterization is very profound. If it can be written into a long story, it will definitely be an excellent piece of modern literature."

It's here, it's finally here.

Finally met a soulmate.

During this period, Chen Guangliang hinted to many clients, but none of them was more suitable than Zhang Qihua.

Moreover, Zhang Qihua was also the first person to see his manuscript.

Chen Guangliang immediately said: "Sir, I want to sell this 'information' to you!"

Zhang Qihua never thought that such a good thing would happen.

He really liked the stories and information in the manuscript, but he just didn't feel comfortable talking about them.

"Sell it to me?" Chen Guangliang, who happened to have just arrived at the apartment, put down the rickshaw and faced Zhang Qihua.

"Yes, in fact, with my writing skills, I simply can't meet the requirements for publication. But I still have great confidence in this information and story. You are a university professor, and you can definitely complete it. Whether from the perspective of royalties or from the perspective of caring about society, he will not let you down."

Zhang Qihua is only in his thirties, still very young, and facing the temptation of this "honor", he can only suppress the greed in his heart at this time.

"I can give you some guidance. After all, I can see that you have put in a lot of effort and done a lot of homework."

Chen Guangliang immediately said, "Actually, I just want to sell it for money to buy my own rickshaw. And I definitely can't write a good article. Just treat it as information, a good subject matter, and don't worry about it."

Zhang Qihua couldn't help but blush. She was actually discovered by a teenager.

"How much do you want to sell?"

"200 yuan is less than one month's salary."

At this time, Chen Guangliang was feeling uneasy, after all, the price he offered was quite high.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll write down your story and not pay you?"

"Don't be afraid, you are not that kind of person!"

Since Zhang Qihua had decided to buy it, he was willing to negotiate: "I am worried that you will sell it to someone else."

"Sir, it's very rare for us to meet university professors and writers, not to mention that you can tell from my writings and stories that I'm not that kind of person."

He was not worried that Zhang Qihua would default on his debt, after all, he could really continue to sell it to others.

Of course, as long as Zhang Qihua gives him money, he will definitely keep his promise.

Zhang Qihua couldn't help but pick up the paper and read it again. After confirming that it was the 'material' he needed, he said:
"Okay, take me to the bank and I'll withdraw the money for you."

Chen Guangliang never dreamed that an outline of "Camel Xiangzi" could be easily sold for 200 dollars.

Originally, he was just asking for too much!
Even if Zhang Qihua offered 50 taels of silver, he would agree.

As a result, Zhang Qihua readily gave him two hundred dollars, but only asked him not to sell it to anyone else. The two parties even signed a contract and kept it in Zhang Qihua's hands.

But no matter what, when he returned to Fangua Lane, Chen Guangliang already had deposit receipts for 150 yuan and 50 dollars in his hand.

After changing into clean clothes, he went to the home of his second uncle Yang Qingshan.

"Second uncle, let's talk inside!"

"Um"

When they walked into my second uncle's house, it seemed very crowded, so the two of them sat down directly on the bed.

"Second uncle, look!"

Chen Guangliang took out fifty dollars, which immediately stunned Yang Qingshan.

Yang Qingshan said tremblingly: "Guangliang, have you done anything illegal?"

He took out fifty dollars at once, which his family had saved for many years. How could his nephew have so much?

"Uncle, I received financial support from a university professor. The money came from a clean source."

"Really? That's great! Then we can buy a rickshaw together."

Chen Guangliang dropped another bombshell, saying, "Don't worry, Second Uncle. This university professor has given me a total of 200 yuan, and I have another 10 to 50 yuan deposited in the Shanghai Commercial Savings Bank. So, I plan to invite more people to join me and start by buying two rickshaws."

"So many? Two?"

Yang Qingshan was frightened by his nephew's ambition and shocked by his nephew's luck!
"That's right. I calculated that buying a rickshaw would cost about 100 yuan. Add in the license fee and the handling fee, and it would cost about 120 yuan. So two rickshaws would cost 240 yuan. At 12 yuan per share, that would be 20 shares. So, we need to bring in other people to join us."

Take it step by step. The key is to have "momentum" and then slowly develop "wealth".

Those who share the same ideals are the "trend".

Yang Qingshan touched the back of his head and said with a wry smile, "I'm a little confused by what you said. But you have the final say. I can invest 50 yuan anyway."

His nephew has become a different person in the past month, and he is very relieved.

"Okay, then let's resign first."

(End of this chapter)