Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 170 Returning home in glory
Wang Rui and Zhang Huyu took the mission and ran off, while Ning Bishu and Huang Daoxian didn't really have much to talk about.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, maintaining proper boundaries, and before lunchtime, Ning Bishu took his leave, not wanting to force his second uncle to deepen their unnecessary relationship. So, a little after 12:30 PM, he returned to the city center.

With nowhere else to go, Ning Bishu suddenly had a brilliant idea and asked Zhang Long to drive the car to his old home where he had lived for decades.

Ning Bishu took the door key that was hidden on the lintel.

Upon entering, the room appeared rather empty.

Most of the garbage was moved to Bi Guifen's new home.

In each of the two rooms, there was only an empty wooden bed, a set of tables and chairs in Ning Bi's study, and an old, sturdy, and heavy wardrobe in Bi Guifen's room.

Ning Bishu, engrossed in the objects, seemed to forget the person and just groped around aimlessly, looking quite sentimental.

Zhang Long looked around and sighed softly, "Boss, you had it tough before too..."

"What do you mean by 'not easy'?" Ning Bishu laughed. "To be honest, the difficulties are all self-inflicted. It's not that we can't survive, it's just that we're mentally driven. You know, we Chinese, as long as we've had some education, are of sound mind, and have no mental problems, we're not afraid of hardship at all. What we're afraid of is actually being inferior to others."

Two people from the same school with similar grades have vastly different backgrounds. One comes from a well-connected family, while the other doesn't. The one without connections usually doesn't blame their family's shortcomings; instead, they wonder, "Why am I inferior to the one with connections? What makes you think you're so great? Don't you know how pathetic you were back in school?"
"Just because your dad's awesome, you think you're doing better than me now? Ha, I'm fucking not satisfied. Even if my whole family are losers, even if I know you're doing better than me only because your dad's awesome, I'm still fucking not satisfied. Hey, I'm going to climb up, I'm going to be on equal footing with you. My family's failure is my family's problem, my success or failure is my problem."

clap clap clap...

Zhao Hu said solemnly, "The boss has backbone!"

“It’s not about backbone,” Ning Bishu said calmly. “It’s something that’s ingrained in the bones of a normal Chinese man; it’s part of the social and cultural genes.”

“That’s right!” Zhang Long raised his head as well. “Boss, one day, I will definitely…”

Ning Bishu suddenly turned his head and said, "Think it through first before you speak."

Zhang Long immediately changed his tune: "I must become a person who contributes to society!"

Ning Bishu smiled.

Zhao Hu then asked, "What about the woman?"

"woman?"

Ning Bishu sneered, “Women don’t need to care so much. She doesn’t care who the county magistrate is. She just needs to be the county magistrate’s wife. As long as a woman can recognize her own position and distinguish who is the king or queen, she has made a huge contribution to her family and society.”

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu both nodded in strong agreement.

"Okay, let's eat first."

Ning Bishu revisited the place, but seeing that he couldn't take a nap there, he left again.

A little while later, the three of them found a small restaurant nearby and had lunch. After finishing their meal around 2 p.m., Ning Bishu wanted to rent a short-stay room nearby to take a nap, but Huang Qingqing suddenly called and asked him to go to the XX Building.

Zhang Long had no choice but to work overtime despite his sleepiness, and the three of them arrived quickly in less than twenty minutes.

Upon entering the 8th floor, Ning Bishu saw a lot of banging and hammering going on inside.

A large group of construction workers, wearing safety helmets and coarse cloth gloves, moved around inside carrying various building materials.

Ning Bishu quickly found Huang Qingqing, and Zhan Zhao and Ma Chao were also there.

Upon meeting, Zhan Zhao boasted to Ning Bishu, "Little Ning, isn't my efficiency pretty good? The renovation team arrived on the same day I called them. Didn't you want efficiency? I called six teams for you. They can get everything done here in three days at the latest!"

Upon hearing that it could be completed in three days, Ning Bishu was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, praising, "That's impressive, Zhan Zhao..."

Huang Qingqing then reminded him, "Brother Bi, this renovation cost was advanced by our neighborhood committee. This money isn't included in the discounts we agreed on, so you have to pay us back!"

"Of course I'll pay it back!" Ning Bishu laughed, took out a checkbook from his pocket, and asked, "How much?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"one million!"

Huang Qingqing and Zhan Zhao answered at the same time.

Ning Bishu looked up at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao said seriously, "One million also includes office desks, chairs, computers, sofas, and other miscellaneous office supplies and furniture."

Ning Bishu hummed in agreement, silently put the check back, and said, "I almost forgot, it needs to be accounted for by the company. Speaking of which, don't we need a finance person, accountant, cashier, or something... You guys keep working, I'll go out for a bit."

Huang Qingqing hurriedly chased after her and asked, "Where are you going? Is it on the way down the street? Can you give me a ride?"

Ning Bishu readily agreed to this small favor, regardless of whether it was on his way or not, and said with a smile, "Come on, it's not far anyway."

Huang Qingqing followed with a smile.

A moment later, after getting into the car, Ning Bishu asked Zhang Long to take Huang Qingqing back to her workplace first. Huang Qingqing sat down and immediately inquired about the project, asking Ning Bishu what it was all about. Ning Bishu gave her a brief explanation, but Huang Qingqing was quite puzzled after listening.

"Are you trying to sell scales, courses, or just earn interest?"

Ning Bishu laughed and said, "Can't I have them all?"

Huang Qingqing then asked, "So, how much profit do you expect to make in a year?"

Ning Bishu smiled faintly and said, "Why don't you help me calculate it?"

Huang Qingqing frowned, thought for a moment, and then actually started calculating for Ning Bishu: "Let's say you receive a deposit of 100 million. After a year, you'll earn at most 3.5 million in interest. And optimistically, about 10 million of that is from successful weight loss, so you'll get another 10 million. After a year, the gross profit will be 13.5 million."

Then, after deducting your operating expenses, mainly labor, hardware, property, and traffic, and adding in some cost by selling some weight scales, your annual profit would be around 1000 million, right?

Huang Qingqing asked Ning Bishu very seriously.

Ning Bishu smiled and shook his head, saying, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You don't know how to do this business?" Huang Qingqing asked, her face full of surprise.

Ning Bishu said, "You said it yourself, even if my business can only attract 100 million yuan a year, my pre-tax profit will still be around 10 million yuan. What if I can raise 1 billion yuan? Or 10 billion yuan? I'll be making money while lying down. Why would I care about the exact amount I earn? I'll just see the results later."

Huang Qingqing said, "No, you're being too casual. Besides, how could you possibly get 10 billion? Do you even know what 10 billion means?"

Ning Bishu glanced at Huang Qingqing indifferently and asked, "Then how did you calculate this?"

Huang Qingqing spoke faster than she thought, immediately saying, "First of all, it's unrealistic to expect everyone to lose an average of 10 pounds by directly paying 1000 yuan. Do you know what the average wage is in X Prefecture right now?"
In the city center, the monthly income is less than 6000, and this figure mainly covers those of us directly supported by the government. If you include those working in private enterprises, the figure is even lower. These people don't have time to exercise, let alone the money to do so.

The number of people who can afford to spend this money is inherently small. In X state, with 9 million people, at most one percent, that's 90,000. Let's round it up to 100,000. 100,000 people, 1000 yuan per person—that's not much at all!

“Exactly one hundred million,” Zhang Long interjected. “If we send people from 100 different X states across the country, that’ll be ten billion!”

"Bullshit!" Huang Qingqing immediately retorted, "I'm talking about capable people, and those who are both capable and willing, we have to divide that by ten! Besides, where in the city are there 100 X states? If X state is considered in the country, its economic strength is at least in the top 30, if not in the top 20!"
"If you can attract 1000 million yuan in funding across the entire city of X state, you'll be lucky. Next, you'll need to expand nationwide, which will incur costs and time. Third-tier cities and below are simply out of the question..."

"Stop, stop," Ning Bishu interrupted, "Qingqing, are you saying that I'm doomed for making this?"

“It’s not that…” Huang Qingqing said, “I just feel that your project is a bit… how should I put it, it looks very promising, but if you do the math, it doesn’t seem to be making that much money.”

Ning Bishu laughed and said, "Isn't it good enough to make a profit? There are still so many companies going bankrupt these days."

"Hmm..." Huang Qingqing was also confused for a moment about why she had said those things.

Deep down, she probably still couldn't quite accept that Ning Bishu had suddenly become so wealthy. After all, her husband was far superior to Ning Bishu in every way, yet he only earned a few thousand yuan a month in a fixed salary.

She felt a little resentful. "I was just helping you calculate..." Huang Qingqing explained vaguely.

Ning Bishu said calmly, "Alright, thank you for your concern."

Huang Qingqing remained silent.

A short while later, the car drove to the side of the road outside the street.

Huang Qingqing thanked Ning Bishu and then hurriedly got out of the car.

Watching Huang Qingqing walk away, Zhang Long asked Ning Bishu, "Boss, where are we going now?"

"Drive forward," Ning Bishu said.

Zhang Long then turned the steering wheel and slowly drove off.

Zhao Hu suddenly remarked, "This Director Huang talks a lot."

Ning Bishu sighed, "Yes, when someone wants to do something, there will always be all sorts of voices around, trying to dampen your enthusiasm before you even start. So it's best to achieve results first before speaking up. Or even if you achieve results, don't say a word."

Zhang Long said, "That's generally impossible, isn't it?"

“Of course not,” Ning Bishu laughed. “What if you work for ten or twenty years and still don’t achieve anything? You can’t keep asking and asking. Even if you don’t tell outsiders, you’ll have to tell your family, right? And once your family finds out, they can’t stand being asked too. Sooner or later, people will find out what you’re doing.”

Generally speaking, though, not many people really care. They're just asking casually. To gauge how well you're doing, they only need to see what kind of car you drive, what kind of house you live in, how pretty your wife is, and how arrogant you sound. That's basically their opinion.

"Yeah, that's right," Zhang Long sighed. "Some people just love to pry, it's so annoying!"

“There’s nothing we can do about it.”

Ning Bishu casually chatted with him, "We are social animals, so it is natural for us to distinguish between high and low, noble and base. Otherwise, if social hierarchy is lost, organization will also be lost, and the social system will collapse."

The overt hierarchy refers to the amount of power a person wields in society, something you can't criticize. The covert hierarchy, however, is between ordinary people, it's about who controls more social resources—who has more money, who can influence more people, and who has more connections.

So tell me, if you bump into someone and have even the slightest urge to show off, don't you always try to find out their background first? If you've made a lot of money this year, don't you want to brag to everyone you meet? If your son or mother got first place in school, don't you want to ask old friends what their score was when you run into them? There's an old saying, "Returning home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night." Isn't that right?

Zhang Long laughed and said, "Living in a society where everyone wants to show off is exhausting..."

Zhao Hu said, "From now on, we'll all be relying on the boss to carry us to new heights."

"Be optimistic, believe in yourself, you will definitely take off." Ning Bishu looked at a building in front of him and pointed to the roadside. "Let's park here. Brother Long, find a parking space. Ah Hu, come up with me."

"Okay." Zhang Long slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

Ning Bishu got out of the car and, with Zhao Hu in tow, went straight into the XX Building.

Before long, we entered Mingshan Foreign Trade Transshipment Business Co., Ltd.

"Hey... Ning Bishu!" The young receptionist at the company screamed upon seeing Ning Bishu.

The next moment, everyone in the room immediately stood up.

The entire company stood at attention and saluted, looking at Ning Bishu with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Li Pandeng said with a big smile, "Hey...you kid! What brings you here again, big boss?"

Ning Bishu smiled, strode forward, grabbed Old Li's hand, and shook it tightly. "President Li! How have you been lately?"

"What do you mean, how come? No matter how you do, you can't compare!" Li Pandeng laughed heartily.

At this moment, the three big bosses, Dong Jianmin, Wang Feng, and Zhou Tianyi, heard the commotion and immediately opened their doors and came out. President Dong, with a beaming smile, quickly stepped forward, grasped Ning Bishu's hands with both of them, and shook them firmly twice.

"Bi Shu, welcome, welcome! Is there something you need from us?"

"Can't I come back to see you guys even if there's nothing wrong?" Ning Bishu turned to Zhao Hu and said, "Hu, order some milk tea and snacks for everyone. I'll treat you all to afternoon tea!"

"Brother Bi Shu! I love you, stock god!" Ma Xiaofan shouted.

Ning Bishu turned to look at the young man and gave him a faint smile.

They then pulled President Dong up and headed straight for his office, with Zhou Tianyi and Wang Feng following naturally inside.

Ning Bishu, with an air of authority, sat down in the chair opposite President Dong's desk and said, "Old Dong, our company has connections with several manufacturers of weighing scales, right?"

Mr. Dong smiled and asked, "Do you need anything?"

Ning Bishu laughed and said, "I plan to make a batch of Bluetooth scales and sell them casually."

Zhou Tianyi couldn't help but ask, "Did you start a company? I didn't see you mention it on Weibo."

Ning Bishu turned to look at her and felt that she didn't seem as pretty as before.

She's nowhere near as good as Chen Tingting. At most, she's a bit younger than Mu Shanming, but she doesn't have Mu Shanming's good temperament.

Makeup: 6 out of 10, no more.

"That's why I came to tell you guys first," Ning Bishu replied casually, then seemingly nonchalantly asked Wang Feng, "Brother Wang, I'm short of an accountant. Do you want to work for me? I'll give you 12,000 a month, with a 13th-month salary."

"Huh?" Wang Feng didn't expect that he would be shot after just coming to join in the fun.

And it hit him right where it hurts.

It is said that Li Mingshan only paid him 8000 yuan a month.

Ning Bishu immediately asked for 12,000.

Still paying the 13th-month salary!

This is this...

Wang Feng couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

General Manager Dong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted, "General Manager Ning! Don't come after us! General Manager Wang is a vital asset to Mingshan Foreign Trade!"

"Just asking."

Ning Bishu chuckled, still not stopping there, "Brother Wang, if you're interested, let's contact each other privately."

“Okay…” Wang Feng couldn’t help but say.

Hearing this, President Dong gritted his teeth and quickly said, "Old Wang, go do your work first. I want to talk to Bi Shu alone! Tianyi, go make Bi Shu a cup of tea. Bi Shu, what kind of weighing scale do you want?"

"Oh, as long as it can weigh you and connect to a mobile app, that's fine."

Ning Bishu said calmly.

Behind him, Zhou Tianyi watched Ning Bishu's confident and composed demeanor.

Subconsciously, comparing Ning Bishu with Dong Jianmin, who was in his early fifties, I felt like I had missed out on hundreds of millions.

With a sigh of regret, he gently closed the door.

(End of this chapter)