Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

Zhu Lingling then stopped following and let Chen Yongqiang pull it himself.

He already knew the way, and after a few twists and turns, he quickly drove back to the old warehouse.

His two helpers were still there. When they saw him arrive, they started loading the goods without saying a word.

Another truckload of cardboard boxes, similar to the previous one. Chen Yongqiang stood by and watched, and once they finished loading, they drove back.

On the road, he was driving alone when a thought suddenly popped into his head: "That Zhu Lingling, isn't she afraid I'll run away with the goods?"

This truckload must have cost at least tens of thousands of yuan. In those days when a worker's monthly salary was only thirty or forty yuan, what did tens of thousands of yuan mean? It was enough to buy several houses in a county town.

How could she be so careless as to let Chen Yongqiang go back and forth alone?

They probably have the backing. This kind of business isn't run by ordinary people; there must be someone behind them.

If he really dares to run away, he can't hide forever; people have plenty of ways to find him.

Besides, he didn't want to do it. He could earn some freight fees from this trip, wouldn't that be better for a steady income? Why risk his health for such a small amount of money?

When Chen Yongqiang arrived at the furniture factory again, he parked the tractor in the same spot as before.

Chen Yongqiang backed the truck to the warehouse entrance and waited to unload the goods.

Several workers were busy unloading a truckload of goods at the warehouse entrance, while the middle-aged man stood beside them directing them.

After unloading the cargo, Chen Yongqiang checked his watch. Almost an hour had passed since he left.

He silently calculated that the round trip took twenty minutes, loading took twenty minutes, and unloading took twenty minutes, making it exactly one trip per hour.

Judging from the amount of goods in the warehouse near the train station, it will take seven or eight more trips to haul them all.

Seven or eight trips, that's seven or eight hours.

It's already past 10 p.m. If I make eight trips, I'll be busy until dawn.

But we agreed on the shipping fee with Zhu Lingling; it would be thirty yuan for a round trip.

Thirty yuan per trip, ten trips would be three hundred. What does earning three hundred yuan a day mean? To sell wild boar meat, you have to hunt three or four wild boars to earn that much.

This kind of work doesn't happen every day. After Zhu Lingling finishes this batch of goods, she doesn't know when she'll get another chance.

Every extra trip I can make, every extra dollar I can earn, is a win.

Chen Yongqiang already had a plan in mind: "I'll go all out tonight and get the shipping fee first."

Next, Chen Yongqiang ran back and forth between the furniture factory and the old warehouse, back and forth between the two points.

Every trip follows the same procedure. When he arrived at the old warehouse, his two helpers were already waiting, and they started loading the goods as soon as they saw him.

After loading, he drove off to the furniture factory, where a middle-aged man directed the unloading. Once unloading was complete, he turned around and headed back to the old warehouse.

Those two helpers worked very hard, just like Chen Yongqiang, they only did the work and didn't talk much.

Chen Yongqiang knew the rules; those who did this kind of work all knew the regulations.

They're working so hard, they'll probably get a good amount of wages.

Four trips, five trips, six trips...

It wasn't until dawn, when the eastern horizon turned a pale white, that Chen Yongqiang finished unloading the last shipment.

He glanced at his watch; it was past six in the morning.

I made ten trips back and forth throughout the night, and finally earned three hundred yuan.

Just as I was about to ask Zhu Lingling to settle the shipping fee, a person suddenly walked out of the warehouse door.

Zhu Lingling changed her clothes; she was no longer wearing the white trench coat she wore last night.

Instead, she was wearing a light blue floral shirt and navy blue trousers, indicating that she clearly had a place to stay here.

Zhu Lingling walked up to Chen Yongqiang, took out a wad of cash, and said, "Ten trips, three hundred yuan. Count it."

Chen Yongqiang took the money and put it directly into his pocket. "Call me again if there's work like this next time."

"I estimate it will be a long time before the next batch arrives. I need to clear out the goods I have now before I can get the next batch," Zhu Lingling replied casually.

This batch of goods will take at least a while to sell before the next batch comes.

"Okay, we'll talk about it when you have the goods." Chen Yongqiang was about to take his leave when he turned back.

"Ms. Zhu, you know quite a few wealthy people. I wonder if anyone wants a snow leopard pelt?"

"Snow leopard skin? You have one?" Zhu Lingling asked back.

"I caught one recently!" Selling the leopard pelt was also one of Chen Yongqiang's objectives.

"That kind of thing isn't common. Most people don't need it, and they wouldn't dare to use it. But if someone really likes it, they're willing to spend a lot of money."

Zhu Lingling thought for a moment, then asked, "How's the condition?"

"Excellent quality, not a single scratch. I'll bring it to show you next time."

Although they didn't sell it directly this time, Chen Yongqiang has at least found a channel.

After finishing their business discussion, Chen Yongqiang didn't linger and started the tractor, driving it out of the yard.

Along both sides of the main road, some early-rising vendors were setting up their stalls, with awnings erected to sell breakfast.

The vegetable vendors had already set up their stalls, and the greens were still covered in dew.

The streets gradually became more crowded, with workers riding bicycles to work, housewives carrying grocery baskets, and children carrying schoolbags to school.

Chen Yongqiang drove his tractor slowly past, smelling the aroma of breakfast, and his stomach growled.

I haven't slept all night and have done such heavy work, so I'm really hungry now.

He thought for a moment, then pulled the tractor over to the side of the road and walked to a breakfast stall.

"Two steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk, please."

The stall owner, a middle-aged woman, started by giving him steamed buns and serving him soy milk.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they paid the fare and continued driving towards Shimen Village.

"Three hundred yuan a day—this is the most I've ever earned besides hunting and fishing!"

Chen Yongqiang was driving the tractor, his mind racing with ideas.

Three hundred yuan a night is indeed a lot of money, but this kind of work is unstable.

He didn't know when Zhu Lingling would receive the next batch of goods, and he couldn't just wait around.

Hunting and fishing can be lucrative, but they are also highly dependent on the weather and often rely on luck.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket."

He understood this principle long ago: the more industries you work in, the more avenues you have to explore to generate more wealth. He just hadn't had the time to truly grasp it.

The house is almost finished, and the next step is to brew wine.

The distillery is up and running, the grain is grown by ourselves, and the water comes from the sacred spring.

The restaurants in town alone could consume a lot of food. If they could even break into the county seat, that would be even more incredible.

There's also an orchard. The apple seedlings have been planted, and they'll bear fruit in two years.

When the apples are hanging heavy on the branches, we can take them to the city to sell, which will bring in another source of income.

Then there's the ginseng in the space. That stuff grows slowly, but it's valuable.

If we dig it up in a few years, one of them will be enough to power him for dozens of transport trips.

There's also gold panning. There's enough gold in that river for him to pan for at his own pace.

Although we can't do it on a grand scale, a steady, gradual approach will accumulate into a substantial income.

Chen Yongqiang became more and more excited as he thought about it; he wasn't the kind of person who would stick to one path to the bitter end.

These days, there are plenty of opportunities; it just depends on whether you can seize them.

If you seize the opportunity, you can turn your life around; if you don't, you'll be stuck to the land, poor your whole life.

Chen Yongqiang is different.

He has space, spiritual spring water, brains, and courage.

He dares to do what others dare not do, and he can do what others cannot do. As long as he's on the right track, he's not afraid of not making money.