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

In 1991, Dongxian County didn't have many places for people to relax.

Apart from a staff square and two old-fashioned tea stalls with large bowls of tea, there were hardly any private places to discuss business.

Lu Zifeng's scheme for Wu Fucheng and his nephew has reached its first crucial point, and it is not appropriate for them to appear in public at this time.

Under the moonlight, a railway track stretches into the distance, seemingly without end.

Lu Xiaofeng and Jiang Ce walked and talked, one step at a time, using each sleeper as a step.

Jiang Ce said, "Based on my understanding of He Cheng, if he spends all of these five hundred yuan, he definitely won't be able to pay it back on his own, not even if he asks his family for help."

Many factory workers now live in houses built by their employers, and the ownership belongs to the employers; individuals cannot buy or sell them.

In other words, even if He Cheng's family wanted to sell their house to pay off their debts like the Lu family did, they couldn't do it.

However, Jiang Ce still suggested a possibility: "But if his uncle Wu Fucheng is willing to help him, Brother Feng, no matter how much money you throw in, it might not be of any use."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "If you do as I say, he won't dare to borrow money from Wu Fucheng."

Jiang Ce turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng: "How did you know?"

Logically speaking, if Wu Fucheng had tricked Lu's father into retiring due to illness in order to arrange a job for He Cheng, the relationship between the two families shouldn't have been too bad.

Seeing his nephew fall into an icy hole, how could he not try to save him?

Lu Xiaofeng did not directly answer Jiang Ce's question.

"Jiang Ce, with Wu Fucheng lining his own pockets, the cannery will only get worse and worse. It'll be shut down sooner or later. Why don't you come work for me after this is resolved?"

"Selling fruit?" Jiang Ce smiled.

"Looking down on fruit sellers? Let me tell you, Du Yuesheng started out selling fruit too."

For hoodlums, they may not know the literary giant Du Fu, but they cannot be unaware of the underworld godfather Du Yuesheng.

Jiang Ce licked his dry lips and said seriously, "To be honest, Feng-ge, ever since that incident in your family, I feel you're really different. You seem to have a broader perspective and are more composed. Maybe it's because you're focusing all your energy on making money. I really want to come out and do something big with you, but my family definitely won't agree."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed helplessly.

Jiang Ce was different from Gu Quan, a simple street urchin. He was originally a dutiful son, a genuine vocational school graduate. He earned 120 a month, and had to give 100 to his parents, which speaks volumes.

But because he was honest, he was often bullied when he was young.

It was because Lu Xiaofeng stood up for him that Jiang Ce recognized Lu Xiaofeng as his elder brother, since his father and Jiang Ce's father were good colleagues.

In private, Jiang's father was very disgusted by Jiang Ce's association with Lu Xiaofeng, but he couldn't say it outright because of the relationship between the two families.

In a private room at a state-run restaurant, Wu Fucheng, who had already been discharged from the hospital, met with a city construction inspector for drinks.

Speaking of being beaten, inspector Zhang Nan was also filled with righteous indignation.

However, as an outsider, Zhang Nan remained calm.

"You really can't do anything with a reckless street thug like that. You can either pay someone to beat him up, but from what you've said, that kid's no pushover either. If things get out of hand, you'll be accused of instigating a crime."

Wu Fucheng lit a cigarette for Zhang Nan.

Zhang Nan was flattered: "Oh, Director Wu, I can do it myself..."

The fire was already lit, so Zhang Nan could only pat Wu Fucheng's hand lightly to express her gratitude.

"In the past, it was indeed as he himself said: I am porcelain, and he is earthenware pot; it wouldn't be worth it for both of us to suffer losses. But recently, he's been selling fruit baskets outside the county hospital, and his business is booming."

Zhang Nan understood immediately.

He is an urban construction inspector, entrusted by the Construction Bureau to enforce the law, and his responsibilities include urban appearance and illegal occupation of roads.

The area around the county hospital happens to fall within Zhang Nan's jurisdiction.

Zhang Nan slammed his hand on the table: "This is easy to handle."

Wu Fucheng nodded: "Don't make it too obvious."

The thought of Lu Zifeng still made his bones ache slightly.

Zhang Nan immediately offered his thoughts:

It can't be too obvious; it can't just target Lu Zifeng alone. We need to clear away all the obstructions blocking the road around the county hospital.

Most people would just let it go if they were driven away.

But a rogue like Lu Zifeng would definitely challenge the law enforcement team.

As long as he challenges us, that's fine.

Everything was confiscated!

All his hard work over ten days was wiped out in one fell swoop.

If he dares to fight with law enforcement officers, that would be even better; that would be violent resistance to law enforcement.

He's destined for jail.

They couldn't suspect Wu Fucheng yet.

The next day, Lu Zifeng went to find Qiao Ling, wanting to take her to the supply and marketing cooperative to meet his mother.

Qiao Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "How about another day? Anyway, the license addition hasn't been approved yet."

Lu Zifeng said, "What does it matter? We can manage on two fronts and try to get the New Year's goods ready a few days before the Spring Festival."

Qiao Ling said, "No, the fruit basket business was particularly good this morning, and I couldn't bear to close the shop."

Seeing Lu Zifeng's strange expression, Qiao Ling pointed in the direction of the county hospital and said, "See? This morning, the urban management officers chased away all those fruit vendors who were occupying the road. Now we have the sole business again."

Lu Zifeng had no idea what the urban construction supervision was up to.

To be honest, let alone a remote county like Dongxian, even the city doesn't manage it this strictly now.

It turns out that Zhang Nan was a person who cherished his reputation. In order to avoid suspicion, he did not tell his subordinates who he was specifically targeting, but only said that the goods would be confiscated if they resisted to the bitter end.

This would appear fair and just.

Little did he know, Lu Zifeng had already stopped setting up his stall.

All the fruit baskets were consigned to Qiao Ling's shop.

"Here's what we'll do: I'll find someone to watch the store for half a day, and you can give him a commission according to the rules I set back then. We really need to get the grocery business done quickly."

"OK."

With someone helping to watch the shop, Qiao Ling had no objections.

The fruit baskets in the store are products she and Lu Zifeng jointly purchased. She is also a part-owner, so she can afford to take a small commission.

Lu Zifeng went out to find Gu Quan.

In this day and age, not to mention the price of mobile phones, even a digital pager costs over a thousand yuan, which Lu Zifeng still couldn't bear to buy.

Dongxian County is neither very big nor very small; it would take quite a while to find someone on foot.

Fortunately, Gu Quan has his "permanent residence".

At this moment, the ash from the cigarette on his lips had accumulated to half an inch, yet he still squinted tirelessly and tapped the game console buttons.

The arcade machines occasionally play phrases like "Ado" and "Oil".

Finally, the battle ended with a single "Holy crap!"

"Boss, your hand isn't working properly!" Gu Quan yelled, and as he opened his mouth, a cigarette butt rolled down his sweater, covering him in ash.

He stomped out his cigarette and walked to the counter: "Two more coins on credit."

The arcade owner looked utterly dejected, but still opened the drawer: "Brother Quan, you're more than ten yuan short."

Gu Quan impatiently pulled up a stool and sat down opposite the arcade owner: "If I weren't here to keep things in check for you, who knows how many people would be kings and kings in your arcade."

The shop owner, feeling utterly helpless, placed two game tokens engraved with the words "Chinese and Western" on the table.

At the same time, two large unification bills also appeared on the boss's table.

Gu Quan turned his head and grinned, "Brother Feng, what a coincidence!"

Lu Zifeng said to the arcade owner, "Settle his previous debts first. Next time he comes to pay on credit, write it down. I'll come and settle the debt from time to time."

The arcade owner chuckled awkwardly, "Fine, whatever your brother Feng says goes."

Lu Zifeng pulled Gu Quan, who was pushing his way into the crowd, out of the way: "Go and watch the shop for me."

"Mind the shop? I don't know how... Oh, go away!"