King of Technology: A Fresh Start in 1983

After hanging up the phone, He Fan hurried upstairs to get the money and the 200 workers' ID cards that Zhang Wei had collected.

When I arrived at the securities brokerage, there was no one around. All the idlers on the street had gone to Shennan Middle Road to watch the excitement.

Just after 10 p.m., the number of "staff members" who had been queuing for the past two days finally reached 20.

He Fan gave them a few instructions and told them to quickly line up at the entrance of the business department.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from the direction of south to north.

A swarm of people rushed toward the securities brokerage.

He Fan tried his best to maintain order in the group.

Once a reasonably orderly queue had formed, he asked the newcomer, "What exactly happened?"

The young man behind He Fan's team said breathlessly, "I ran back as soon as I heard the announcement from the loudspeaker, thinking I could be first, but I didn't expect you guys to get here before us."

"What announcement?"

He Fan quickly pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "I was running too fast just now and didn't hear you clearly."

The young man said regretfully, "I should have been like you and run away before the announcement was even over..."

"They are preparing to issue another five million subscription lottery forms, and sales will begin first thing tomorrow morning."

At this moment, He Fan was extremely proud but had no way to show off.

He secretly thanked Chen Jianghe for his foresight, but dared not show off in front of everyone, and could only keep his joy to himself!

Unexpectedly, a text message from Zhao Lin saved him a lot of money from buying a seat.

Another all-nighter...

But this time there were fewer people in line than last time, and the order was much better.

The following afternoon, just before the sale was about to begin, they suddenly announced that what they were selling were not real subscription lottery forms, but vouchers.

Come back to the business office next month to exchange for the subscription lottery form. One voucher can be exchanged for ten forms.

Some people were skeptical, some complained, but He Fan was secretly delighted.

He was worried because he didn't have enough money left to pay the advance payment...

They even had their sights set on how to resell the vouchers and lottery forms they held for profit.

Since the lottery tickets can only be redeemed next month, the deadline for paying the winnings will also be postponed.

This would free up time for him to return to Beijing and then figure out how to raise the money.

The worst-case scenario is that I grit my teeth and sell a few sheets of monkey stamps.

The sales progressed quickly after they started, and He Fan and his "queue staff" all successfully completed their tasks.

After buying the vouchers, He Fan paid the bill and touched his now completely empty wallet, but he felt incredibly fulfilled.

He immediately checked out of the hotel and called Zhao Lin…

Then I took a taxi and immediately headed to Shenzhen Huangtian Airport.

...

When He Fan's plane arrived at the Capital Airport, it was already past 10 p.m.

Just as Zhan Yiling was drifting off to sleep, she was startled awake by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

She groggily sat up, listened intently for a while, then got out of bed, walked to the door, and asked softly, "Who is it?"

"It's me! Open the door quickly."

Hearing that familiar voice, she was immediately startled!

He immediately opened the door, only to be startled by what he saw!

Under the dim yellow light in the hallway, stood He Fan, his face covered in soot.

Only his gleaming white teeth and the light shining from his eyes revealed a hint of life.

Zhan Yiling quickly reached out and pulled He Fan inside.

He Fan dragged his heavy steps and staggered in.

He muttered to himself, "I flew back. Your place is close to the airport. I missed you so much after not seeing you for days, so I just came straight here."

After saying that, he hugged Zhan Yiling tightly.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"Why haven't you called at all these past few days? Zhang Wei and I were so worried about you."

As Zhan Yiling spoke, she took a towel and tried to wipe He Fan's face.

"Don't bother, you can't wipe it off. It's not dirty, it's from the sun."

He Fan chuckled and deliberately rubbed his face against hers.

Zhan Yiling didn't flinch, but instead hugged He Fan tightly with heartache, patting his back repeatedly.

He Fan kissed Zhan Yiling hard: "No, I'm too weak to talk, I have to sit down."

Zhan Yiling immediately poured him a glass of honey water and took out a bag of cream-filled cookies.

He plopped down on the bed, gulped down all the water, and then stuffed a few biscuits into his mouth.

Then, he recounted his adventures in Shenzhen from beginning to end.

After hearing this, Zhan Yiling felt extremely distressed.

A hand kept stroking his back, and the mouth kept repeating the same phrase: "It's been so hard, so hard..."

He Fan continued, "Do you know what my first impression was?"

"Those guys are fucking awful, far beyond your imagination."

"Hundreds, even thousands of people lined up outside for two days and two nights, and these people actually used back channels inside to split the subscription forms among themselves..."

Zhan Yiling said, "So you're still thinking about making this money? Why don't you get away from them as soon as possible?"

"Hey, you know what, this is the second thing I've learned..."

He Fan continued, "If you want to make money off them, you have to be worse than them."

After saying that, he pushed Zhan Yiling down onto the bed with a wicked grin.

"That's absolutely true."

While dodging He Fan's mouth, Zhan Yiling said, "Because you really are bad enough."

He Fan looked up, smiled, and said, "So you still want to be with me? Why don't you stay away from me as soon as possible?"

Zhan Yiling cupped He Fan's face in one hand, squinted her eyes, and said, "Because, I might be worse than you, do you believe me?"

Upon hearing this, He Fan's blood boiled...

Upon seeing this, Zhan Yiling immediately exclaimed, "No! Not today!"

"Why can't you do it?" He Fan stared intently at her.

"It's not safe today..."

He Fan snorted, reluctantly turned over, and lay on his back on the bed, puffing out his cheeks in anger.

"Why don't you wait a moment..."

Zhan Yiling quickly got up and took out a special film from the bedside table drawer.

Go into the bathroom…

Unexpectedly, when she came out of the bathroom and returned to the room, she found He Fan on the bed, fast asleep like a dead pig.

The snoring was deafening; you could probably hear it even in the hallway outside the door…

Zhan Yiling sat on the edge of the bed, staring at He Fan with pity for a while.

Then she tiptoed into bed.

She lay down next to He Fan, reaching out a hand to hug him...

He Fan suddenly sat up and exclaimed in surprise, "It's on sale?"

"What? It's on sale?"

Zhan Yiling was startled and withdrew her hand, then sat up as well.

"Subscription lottery form"

He Fan immediately came to his senses after speaking.

He shook his head with a wry smile, then lay back on the bed and said, "It's a problem I developed from staying up late for several nights. I can fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes, but I wake up immediately at the slightest noise."

Hearing He Fan say this, Zhan Yiling felt even more sorry for him!

She hugged him tightly, her eyes reddening.