King of Technology: A Fresh Start in 1983

Zhan Yiling exclaimed in surprise, "So many! Teacher Gao, you're amazing!"

Upon hearing Zhan Yiling's words, Gao Jianmin immediately looked smug.

He then switched to a humble smile: "There are three hundred ID cards here. Would you like to count them?"

"No need!" Zhan Yiling casually flipped through the list, then asked, "Are there many in Pengcheng?"

"Only five or six. Our school doesn't have many students who come from Shenzhen every year."

"Something is better than nothing, thank you!"

Zhan Yiling continued, "I'm sorry, the boss is calling a meeting at 2 pm, I have to go back now."

"I won't eat here; I'll treat you next time!"

After saying that, Zhan Yiling picked up the shoebox and walked out without looking back.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Zhan Yiling opened the taxi door, Gao Jianmin caught up, opened the shoebox lid, and stuffed a stack of papers inside.

"What is this?" Zhan Yiling asked.

"This is a list of 300 students that I have compiled. Their majors and academic qualifications are written on it, so it's easy to see at a glance."

"This will make compiling the roster much easier for you!"

Zhan Yiling was stunned for a moment!

She looked up at Gao Jianmin, her eyes filled with gratitude, but even more so with guilt.

"Thank you, Gao Jianmin. I'm leaving now."

...

After having dinner at home that evening, Zhan Yiling immediately went to He Fan's house.

Upon entering, she displayed a shoebox full of ID cards in front of He Fan.

Upon seeing this, He Fan exclaimed in surprise, suddenly picked up Zhan Yiling, and spun her around the room.

He held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to melt her into his own body.

Zhan Yiling was so tightly held that she could hardly breathe, her face turning red, and she desperately shook her hands, signaling him to put her down.

At that moment, Zhang Wei pushed the door open and came in…

Seeing this, he immediately turned and walked towards the door, muttering, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I forgot to knock."

He closed the door behind him.

He Fan immediately released Zhan Yiling and shouted loudly at the door, "Come in, what are you pretending for? It's not like we've never seen this before."

Zhang Wei pushed the door open again, carrying a large paper bag.

After greeting Zhang Wei, Zhan Yiling said to He Fan, "Let's quickly pick out those guys from Pengcheng and see if any of them look like you."

He Fan immediately dumped the ID cards from the shoebox onto the bed sheet, and he and Zhan Yiling lay down on the bed together, looking through them one by one.

A total of six documents were found to have been issued by the Pengcheng Public Security Bureau, five by men and one by woman.

Zhan Yiling picked up the ID cards of the five boys and held them up to He Fan's face one by one for comparison.

Finally, I chose one: "I think it's him. But you'll need to get a short haircut and wear non-prescription glasses, the kind with black frames like his."

"Also, remember to frown. Look, like him." He handed him his ID card.

He Fan took out his ID card and recited his name, birthday, and address.

Then he read the ID number twice more: "These past few days I've been staring at him every day, supposedly that way the more you look at him, the more similar he looks."

Zhang Wei walked over: "Come on! You've been staring at Zhan Yiling for over six years, has it had any effect?"

As he spoke, he handed the large paper bag in his hand to He Fan.

"What is this?"

He Fan was taken aback. He took the paper bag, peeked inside, and exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening, "Holy crap! Zhang Wei, you're amazing! Where did you get this?"

Zhan Yiling quickly took it and saw that it was also full of ID cards.

Zhang Wei explained, "I asked Teacher Li for help. His relative runs a factory in Wencheng, and the workers' ID cards are held by his relative."

"He told his relatives, and they sent him this bag, a total of two hundred sheets."

He Fan opened his arms, ready to give Zhang Wei a warm hug…

But after weighing Zhang Wei in his arms, he smiled wryly, shook his head, and gave up.

Then he dumped the paper bag onto the bed: "Quickly, see if there are any from Pengcheng."

Zhan Yiling quickly separated the two piles of ID cards: "Hey, hey, hey, don't mix up the school ID cards and the factory ID cards. They have to be returned to their rightful owners after use."

Zhang Wei slapped He Fan on the back: "Don't bother, it's a waste of time. Do you really think someone from the Special Economic Zone with a Shenzhen ID card would go and work in a small workshop in Wenzhou?"

"You're right. Hey, you know Zhang Wei, that boss from Wenzhou has so many workers' ID cards, why doesn't he use them to subscribe to new shares?"

He Fan looked at Zhang Wei with great confusion.

Zhang Wei laughed: "You think everyone is like you? I asked Teacher Li, and he said that people in Wencheng don't believe in stocks; they think they're unrealistic and unreliable."

"Besides, they own their own companies and factories, why would they invest their money in someone else's company?"

"Hey He Fan, how did you know Pengcheng was going to issue new shares?"

"A scholar can know the affairs of the world without leaving his home."

He Fan chuckled, "You think I really just stay home all day? I've told you before, my brain is never idle for a minute."

After He Fan finished speaking, he rested his chin on his hand and continued to stare at the two piles of ID cards on the bed.

After carefully counting the total amount, he turned to Zhan Yiling and asked, "How much money do you have?"

"Approximately... thirty thousand..."

He Fan immediately adopted a posture of "selling everything he owns and burning his boats".

"Give it all to me! I've already withdrawn all of my parents' money from their current and fixed deposit accounts, and exchanged all their treasury bonds for cash."

"If the 80 Year of the Monkey stamps weren't still rising in value, I would have exchanged them all for cash."

Zhan Yiling exclaimed in surprise, "What? Why does it cost so much?"

"One ID card buys one lottery ticket, and one lottery ticket costs 100 yuan. You do the math, and that adds up to tens of thousands of yuan."

"Huh? I have to pay for the watch? That doesn't make sense."

Zhan Yiling exclaimed again, "These bastards make money way too easily! They're distributing five million lottery forms, that's five hundred million!"

Zhang Wei, who was standing nearby, suddenly remembered something: "Oh right... I'll tell Zhao Lin when I go to work tomorrow that you're going to Pengcheng. She's been at Tiangong's Pengcheng headquarters lately..."

Zhan Yiling immediately chimed in, "Absolutely, He Fan can ask her for help if he needs anything..."

Hearing Zhang Wei and Zhan Yiling's words, He Fan slapped his forehead, "Hey, do you think Chen Jianghe might also know about this and be eyeing the subscription certificates too?"

Zhang Wei shook his head: "Even if I knew, I wouldn't buy it. Tiangong is planning to go public right now; how could they possibly invest their money in someone else's company?"

Zhan Yiling looked at He Fan: "Are you after the ID cards of the workers at Tiangong Pengcheng factory?"

"It's not too late if we need it now, but we only need a few dozen workers..." Zhang Wei continued.

"No need. With just these 500 ID cards, we might not even have enough money."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei immediately turned and walked towards the living room.

He Fan then pointed at his back and laughed, "Hey Zhang Wei, you don't need to leave. I won't borrow money from a stingy old man like you!"