King of Technology: A Fresh Start in 1983

A few knocks on the door pulled He Fan back to reality.

The knocking was very soft, just two short knocks.

Clearly, the woman was certain that the man in the room was behind the door.

He Fan held his breath and looked through the peephole; the finger had already moved away.

He saw the woman take a step back, seemingly checking the room number on the lintel, and then ring the doorbell again.

At this moment, He Fan had already made up his mind and would not be swayed by anything!

After several attempts, the woman's patience ran out.

He knocked on the door twice more, then pointed a finger directly at the eye in the peephole, and uttered two words in a low but clear voice: "You're sick!"

He then turned and disappeared from the peephole's view.

He Fan's heart suddenly jolted for no apparent reason!

He felt that although he had upheld his principles, he had unintentionally wronged the woman.

Because he wasted her time and disrupted her business.

The woman must have thought that he was deliberately teasing and deceiving her.

First, ignite her hope, then cruelly extinguish it.

He Fan couldn't bear it, but he didn't dare open the door.

After thinking for a moment, he imitated the woman's force and frequency and knocked on the door twice.

Unexpectedly, a moment later, footsteps approached from afar, and the graceful figure reappeared in front of the door.

He Fan quickly took out his wallet and pulled out three hundred-yuan bills.

He crouched down, slipped the banknotes through the crack in the door, and then stood up to observe the outside through the peephole.

The woman had clearly noticed something peeking out from under the door, and she ducked and took a step forward.

First, he rubbed the banknote with the tip of his shoe, then bent down to pick it up, twirled it in his hand, and put it in his bag.

Seeing this, He Fan let out a long breath, as if he had completed a major task.

However, the woman's next move completely overturned his understanding.

He had assumed that the girls were doing this job just for the money.

They'll just take the money and leave.

Unexpectedly, she stood stubbornly at the door.

I rang the doorbell once and knocked on the door twice.

After a while, he repeated it again, relentlessly.

He Fan was immediately astonished by the young woman's professionalism and dedication.

Since we've taken his money, we're obligated to serve him!

He dared not breathe loudly, much less open the door.

After a brief standoff, the woman took out the three hundred yuan bill she had just put in her bag, bent down, and slipped it through the crack in the door.

He immediately stood up, put one hand on his hip and pointed at the peephole with the other, cursing even more viciously than before: "You're sick!"

Then he left in a huff.

Watching the woman's departing figure, and then looking at the three hundred yuan slipped through the crack in the door, He Fan was completely baffled.

Logically, she should be overjoyed and even grateful to have easily received three hundred dollars. Why is she so angry?

Still shaken, He Fan picked up the three hundred yuan and walked back to the bedside.

He immediately unplugged the phone line; he didn't want to go through what had just happened again.

It wasn't until he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror that he suddenly realized what had happened.

It seems that the young woman has self-respect; she is not begging, but treating it as a way to earn a living.

She wanted a reward, not charity.

You can praise or criticize her as you please, you can bargain with her, or you can simply walk away.

But if you simply toss a few bills at her and walk away with disdain, that would be the greatest insult to her character.

Because you have disregarded and denied the very foundation upon which she relies for her livelihood.

After figuring this out, He Fan became even more frustrated.

Why did I do this to myself?

Did a donkey kick your brain, or is something else wrong with you?

Not only did I almost wrong Zhan Yiling, but I also completely wronged that young woman.

He glared at himself in the mirror and blurted out, "You're sick!"

At that moment, a spray of toothpaste foam shot out of his mouth and landed on his face in the mirror.

After leaving the bathroom, He Fan angrily collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, I slept for more than ten hours, until 8 a.m. on August 10.

August 10th was a Monday. After finishing breakfast, He Fan left the ID cards of the two hundred workers that Zhang Wei had obtained in the room.

Take the rest of your belongings to the securities brokerage to submit the forms and make the payment.

Based on the lottery results posted at the business office, he picked out the winning purchase forms and the corresponding thirty ID cards.

Following the detailed process of submitting forms, reviewing applications, opening accounts, and making advance deposits, the relevant procedures for each person were completed one by one.

I was the first one to enter the business department in the morning, and it wasn't until almost noon that I finally succeeded.

He Fan returned to his hotel room with a joyful heart and a weary body.

After carefully counting the remaining money, there was less than 50,000 yuan left.

He glanced at the two hundred workers' ID cards that Zhang Wei had obtained, which had never been used...

Thinking to myself, if there hadn't been any problems during the second round of queuing yesterday, I could have processed twenty more applications today, and I immediately felt a little regretful.

But then I thought, even if I could exchange these ID cards for a lottery form yesterday…

After deducting the money spent on purchasing the subscription form, the remaining money can only be used to make a few pre-deposits at most.

Thinking about it that way, I immediately felt a little better.

At this moment, due to the excessive physical and mental fatigue and stress of the past two days, coupled with being surrounded by the summer heat, I was starving but had no desire to eat anything.

In order to recover his strength as soon as possible, He Fan forced himself to go out and find a street shop to buy two baskets of beef buns.

After finishing our meal, we planned to check out of the hotel and catch our flight home that same day.

Just as he was circling the table looking for soy sauce and vinegar, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the direction of the sales department.

With a steamed bun in his mouth, he stood up and peered ahead...

The scene from yesterday's second round of queuing has played out again!

Nearly a hundred people were surrounding the sales office, shouting and cursing.

He stopped a man who was running in that direction: "Hey bro, what are those people doing?"

The man exclaimed indignantly, "This is outrageous!"

"They suddenly announced they'd stop processing applications and were delaying the collection of subscription forms. Isn't that blatant cheating?"

He Fan's heart skipped a beat!

Fortunately, I was the first one to enter the business office this morning and got everything done.

If we wait until now to process it, and encounter this situation, we don't know how long we'll have to wait in Shenzhen.

After finishing the two baskets of steamed buns, He Fan had figured out what had happened.

It must be a lottery form that was smuggled out from within the company yesterday through various backdoors; it can't be dealt with in a short time.

Either those people couldn't find enough ID cards at the last minute, or they couldn't raise enough money for the advance payment.

Therefore, they need to delay in order to find a way to sell the subscription forms and cash out.

These guys not only had the audacity to intercept and embezzle subscription forms, but they also had the ability to get the bank to postpone the deadline.