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Lu Zifeng and Gu Quan pulled two carts before finally piling all the goods into the empty room in Qiao Ling's house.

These goods are not planned to be sold for the time being.

First, we need to wait for the business license to be expanded; second, we need to wait for the gift boxes to be delivered from the packaging factory.

Qiao Ling poured Gu Quan a glass of water and then took out five yuan: "Thanks, brother. Take this money to have some tea."

Gu Quan glanced at Lu Zifeng, who smiled and said, "You've worked hard today too, so take it."

Gu Quan was overjoyed. He took the money and headed straight for the Kang Le Game Hall.

Actually, this is quite good, letting Gu Quan experience the joy of earning money through labor.

Seeing Gu Quan run off happily, Lu Zifeng turned around and asked, "I also contributed, so why didn't I?"

Qiao Ling curled her lip: "Does your boss, Mr. Lu, even care about this little bit of money? Wait, I've made some white fungus soup, you can try it."

After saying that, she went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl.

The white fungus was finely minced and cooked until very soft, so it wouldn't get stuck in your throat at all.

A few bright red goji berries float on the pale yellow soup, giving it a slightly sweet taste.

"Sister Qiao's cooking is really good."

"Would you like to stay for dinner tonight?"

After saying that, Qiao Ling suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She didn't even know why she said that.

"Next time, I have plans tonight." Lu Zifeng didn't notice Qiao Ling's expression and got up to leave.

Before leaving, he reminded Qiao Ling not to put the goods from the supply and marketing cooperative out for sale in the next few days.

Lu Zifeng rode his bicycle to a teahouse.

I found a table in the corner and asked the owner to make two bowls of covered tea.

The tea had just been brewed when the person Lu Zifeng had invited arrived.

"Boss Qi, over here." Lu Zifeng waved his hand.

Qi Bo is a middle-aged man with a stubble beard who has been doing business in the towns and villages under Dongxian County since the 1980s.

He and Lu's father came from the same village. In the past two years, he had made many trips to Lu's house in order to obtain some canned food quotas. But Lu's father was just a mechanic, and the goods from Dongxian Canned Food Factory were destined for a large country in the north; there were no ordinary people among them.

After the two were seated, Lu Zifeng got straight to the point: "Boss Qi, would you like some more canned food?"

Qi Bo took a sip of tea and asked curiously, "You can get your hands on that?"

Lu Zifeng glanced around and whispered, "Do you dare take this thief's goods?"

Qi Bo's expression changed slightly: "Zifeng, I can say that I watched you grow up. It's fine if you're usually fearless, but you absolutely cannot do something like this. You'll end up in jail."

Lu Zifeng said, "Don't worry, I would never do anything illegal or criminal in my life."

Qi Bo was puzzled: "Then what kind of thief are you talking about?"

Lu Zifeng gave Qi Bo a few instructions, and Qi Bo picked up the large bowl of tea and silently watched the brown tea leaves floating and sinking in the bowl.

Half a minute later, Qi Bo made a decision: "I still can't take the stolen goods unless he can get an official shipping invoice. Otherwise, even if I get the goods, it won't be easy for me to sell them."

"Then we'll see what he's capable of."

He pointed Qi Bo to a place.

That is, the place where He Cheng often played cards.

He Cheng's luck was as bad as ever; the eight hundred yuan he borrowed from Jiang Ce was almost gone.

Qi Bo walked in, sat down on a lounge chair, and sighed, "Business is tough these days."

A servant boy came over carrying a teapot and said with a smile, "With your connections, Boss Qi, you wouldn't have any difficult business to do?"

Qi Bo smiled and took the teacup, saying, "In business, saving face is useless; you need to have the goods. I know perfectly well what those merchants in the towns want, but I just don't have any. How am I supposed to do this?"

The servant wasn't unfamiliar with Qi Bo, and he chuckled awkwardly, "You still want canned goods from the Dongxian Cannery? Oh, by the way, we have a regular customer here, he's the nephew of the Dongxian Cannery's manager."

"Xiao He, He Cheng!" the servant called out twice.

He Cheng overheard the conversation, but he was getting carried away with his losses and was becoming impatient.

"Please follow the proper procedures when ordering goods, don't bother me here."

Qi Bo's lips curled slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Before long, He Cheng had gambled away all his money and left.

He used to gamble, but not much, mainly because he didn't have much money.

But ever since Jiang Ce agreed to lend him money, he started gambling bigger and bigger, always thinking he could win back what he had lost in just a few hands.

As a result, they became increasingly entangled.

His close card-playing friends gave him an English name in the Jiangshi dialect: "John Johnson".

Back in his dormitory at the cannery, He Cheng felt increasingly uneasy and went to the workshop to borrow money from Jiang Ce.

Upon seeing He Cheng, Jiang Ce jogged up to him and, before He Cheng could speak, asked, "Brother Cheng, I was just looking for you."

He Cheng put his hands in his pockets and turned his head slightly towards the outside of the workshop: "What is it? Let's talk outside."

Jiang Ce followed He Cheng out of the workshop, but still felt it wasn't safe enough, so he pulled He Cheng out of the factory as well.

With He Cheng accompanying them, the factory gatekeeper couldn't say anything.

Anyone with eyes to see could tell that although the factory was a collective enterprise, it was practically becoming Wu Fucheng's personal fiefdom.

In an alley outside the factory, Jiang Ce looked around and asked, "Brother Cheng, can you pay me back the eight hundred yuan I borrowed?"

He Cheng was taken aback: "Why do you suddenly want me to pay you back?"

Jiang Ce said with a forced smile, "I wouldn't have brought this up unless it was absolutely necessary. A few days ago, my family introduced me to a woman, and I think she's quite nice, but her family is asking for a dowry of one thousand yuan. What do you think about this..."

He Cheng wasn't completely naive; he glanced at Jiang Ce and asked, "You've found a wife? Are you of legal marriage age?"

Jiang Ce blushed and said embarrassedly, "I couldn't help myself the night before last. The girl's family said they either have to pay the bride price and get engaged, or they have to send me to the police station. I had no choice."

Hearing Jiang Ce say this, He Cheng was both amused and exasperated.

"But, but where am I going to get eight hundred yuan to pay you back?"

Jiang Ce's expression changed drastically: "He Cheng, let's not beat around the bush. I'm only trying to build a good relationship with you because you and Factory Director Wu are uncle and nephew, and it's for my own future. If I don't have these eight hundred yuan, I won't get through this, and I'll have no future at all. Don't blame me for turning my back on you then."

He Cheng was startled; he had never seen Jiang Ce so fierce.

However, he had also heard that Jiang Ce was involved in some shady dealings and had a group of brothers who were willing to fight to the death. Just a few days ago, Director Luo from the workshop had asked Jiang Ce to settle some matters.

"Give me a few days," He Cheng said dismissively.

"No way, I'll probably be in jail in a few days." Jiang Ce would never give He Cheng time, otherwise He Cheng would find out about his lie as soon as he inquired.

"So what do you want? I really don't have any money on me right now."

Jiang Ce pulled out the IOU written by He Cheng and said, "It's in black and white. I didn't ask for a single penny of interest. If you're going to be so ungrateful, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

After he finished speaking, several people emerged from behind the alley, holding steel pipes, and stood silently around He Cheng.