Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

Su Min returned home, casually tossed her bag onto the sofa, and plopped down on it.

The color TV in the living room is playing "Desire," starring Li Xuejian and Zhang Kaili.

The newly appointed cannery manager, Zhou Hai, was writing a document when he noticed his wife was even distracted while watching her favorite TV series. He asked, "What's wrong? Who made you angry?"

Su Min said irritably, "Old Yang at the grain station went back on his word, saying the employees below are making a huge fuss. Is this the connection you used?"

Zhou Hai took off his glasses, looking thoughtful.

"What if someone else has their eye on that warehouse and wants to compete with you for it?" Zhou Hai asked.

Su Min was still indignant: "Fine, then let's fight it out. At worst, we'll give Old Yang more money."

Zhou Hai put down his Parker pen and sat down next to Su Min: "Since the employees are making a fuss, it's not just about money anymore; we need to go through the proper procedures. The most important thing now is to find out who else is eyeing that warehouse. Otherwise, no matter how much money you offer, it will all be ruined."

"The best way to handle this matter is to reach an off-site settlement."

"So we have to tell Lao Yang to follow the proper procedures and first make it public to the internal staff."

"Public announcement?" Su Min immediately bristled upon hearing this.

She wasn't worried that someone inside the grain station could afford the 300-square-meter street-front warehouse, but rather that once the process started, it would involve project approval, evaluation, and review by the relevant authorities—a process that could take at least two months.

Zhou Hai said, "A long process is not a bad thing; it gives us enough time to find the person who caused the trouble."

Su Min sneered: "Investigate? How? You've been in Dong County for a while now. I asked you to investigate that Lu Zifeng, have you found anything?"

Zhou Hai sighed: "I told you, the fault in that matter did not lie with Lu Zifeng."

Su Min picked up her bag from the sofa and slammed it down: "How can you say the fault isn't his? If he hadn't reported Wu Fucheng after he was full, you would already be the factory manager of Jiangmian No. 1 Factory in the city. Why would you have been sent to this poor, remote place in Dong County?"

Zhou Hai jumped up abruptly, feeling helpless and frustrated with nowhere to vent his anger, before slumping back onto the sofa.

As he said, the downfall of Aaron Kwok was Aaron Kwok's fault, not Lu Zifeng's.

But he was indeed affected by this incident.

The Light Industry Bureau had already confirmed his appointment as the director of Jiangmian No. 1 Factory, but then this incident suddenly happened in Dong County. From the factory director to the accountant and the sales manager, everyone was arrested. The higher-ups couldn't just watch the Dong County Cannery be dissolved on the spot, could they? There were still so many people to feed!

Zhou Hai was appointed in a time of crisis and sent to Dong County, thus missing out on the opportunity to work at Jiangmian No. 1 Factory, which was among the top performers in Jiang City.

He was wronged.

The banquet at the Hokkien Restaurant was finally coming to an end.

Alcohol-numbed Gu Quan shouted, "Chef Wang, the bill! This meal is on me."

As he spoke, he pulled out some loose change from his pocket, about forty or fifty yuan, and slammed it on the table: "Nobody can take it from me."

Lu Zifeng laughed and said, "Brother Quan's really putting on airs today, huh?"

Jiang Ce chuckled awkwardly, "This is two or three months' worth of my allowance."

Chef Wang came out and was quite moved by the scene before him.

These guys went from not paying for meals to scrambling to pay for them. What exactly happened behind the scenes?

"It's 112 yuan in total, you can just give me 110," Chef Wang said.

Gu Quan's face stiffened. He drunkenly picked up the money from the table, counted it again and again, and then threw out eleven yuan: "The rest will be on the tab."

"This..." Chef Wang felt a chill in his heart.

Lu Zifeng took out a hundred yuan, but instead of putting it on the table, he placed his hand underneath and touched Chef Wang's thigh.

Chef Wang lowered his head, finally feeling a sense of relief.

Then everyone went back to their own homes and to their own mothers.

Lu Zifeng pushed his bicycle, trying to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

Qiao Ling also walked with him.

As they passed the workers' square, Qiao Ling suddenly had an idea: "I want to learn to ride a bicycle, so that when you're not around, I can ride it."

"Sure." Lu Zifeng didn't refuse and pushed his bicycle to the staff square.

It's already past 10 p.m.

In the days before nightlife, the square seemed deserted.

Qiao Ling lifted her legs from in front of the seat, grabbed the handrail, and pushed off with her feet, causing the bicycle to wobble and sway as it rode away.

Lu Zifeng steadied himself on the back seat with both hands, following closely behind, constantly reminding him: "Look ahead, don't look down..."

"Ah!" Qiao Ling's body swayed, and she and the car overturned to the right.

Lu Zifeng was prepared and stepped forward to embrace her.

Qiao Ling's face flushed, and her eyes reflected the glow of the streetlights, shining slightly.

Lu Zifeng released his grip and said, "You'll get used to it after a few more practice sessions."

"Okay." Qiao Ling got into the car again.

"Look ahead, you can go a little faster. The faster you go, the more stable the car will be."

After riding for more than ten meters, Qiao Ling's hands swung rapidly, and the bicycle veered off course again.

However, this time she had grasped the rhythm and put her feet on the ground just as the bicycle was about to fall over.

Gradually, Lu Zifeng let go.

Gradually, she rode further and further away.

When she first let go, Qiao Ling was still flustered, but she managed to hold on and didn't fall.

Seeing that she had basically made up her mind, Lu Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the steps at the edge of the square, and lit a cigarette.

In the darkness, Qiao Ling couldn't see Lu Zifeng's face, but she knew he was there by the flickering fireworks.

Every time she rode her bike past Lu Zifeng, she would make a point of ringing her bell...

The clothes I bought last time have almost all sold out, and there are only a few left. They don't look right for me to put on a stall.

So, it was time for Lu Zifeng to go into the city to pick up the goods again.

Gu Quan accompanied Lu Zifeng into the city as always.

Sitting on the long-distance bus, Gu Quan seemed lost in thought. Finally, he couldn't help but ask Lu Zifeng, "Brother Feng, are you treating Reporter Du to dinner again this time?"

Lu Zifeng was mentally reviewing the last sales performance and this time's order volume when he heard Gu Quan's words. Without giving it much thought, he simply said, "Do you think I have a lot of money?"

Seeing Gu Quan's slightly disappointed expression, Lu Zifeng explained, "The relationship with Reporter Du is definitely something that needs to be maintained long-term, but it doesn't mean we have to ask her out for dinner every time. Also, we're leaving quite late this time, so let's not bother her."

"Oh," Gu Quan replied.

Outside the car window, everything was lush and green.

The orange harvest season is over, and the branches are no longer adorned with bright red fruit.

But the thought that the orange groves would be so red next year at this time would make one's heart bleed, Lu Zifeng couldn't help but sigh.

"If I have to see an acquaintance during this trip to the city, I really would like to contact someone," Lu Zifeng said.

"Who? Is it the one you had dinner with when I went to the movies?"

Lu Zifeng glanced at Gu Quan and said, "Qin Deshou!"

"Him?" Gu Quan said dismissively.

In Gu Quan's mind, Qin Deshou was neither a scholar nor a warrior.

If the factory's goods cannot be sold, it is considered "uncivilized";

When faced with danger, only knowing to follow others to escape is considered "uncivilized".

What are the good qualities of this person?

Lu Zifeng shared his thoughts: "Qin Deshou has worked in the sales department for so many years, he must have accumulated a lot of connections and channels. And these are exactly what we lack."