2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

"Big clients? I don't have time to mess around with you."

Wang Pengfei clearly didn't take his nephew's words to heart.

In his opinion, Qin Hanyang was just a kid; what did he know about being a big client?

He picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. "I heard from your mom that you just want to hide from your dad, right? Anyway, you can do whatever you want here. When you're done playing, hurry back home."

"Uncle, I'm not joking with you."

Qin Hanyang straightened his expression and gave a brief account of Tang Wanxin's situation.

However, fearing that Wang Pengfei might not have the guts, he deliberately concealed his identity as a financial tycoon and replaced him with a big boss from out of town who was somewhat superstitious.

After listening, Wang Pengfei asked curiously, "Oh? How did you know this boss was going to our hometown?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

After Qin Hanyang finished speaking, he added, "Besides, you're my own uncle. I would never lie to you, no matter who else I lie to."

Upon hearing Qin Hanyang's assurance, Wang Pengfei remained silent for a few seconds.

Finally, he blinked and slowly said:

"Forget it, we're law-abiding citizens, let's not get involved in that nonsense."

"Uncle, this kind of opportunity is rare. Are you really willing to spend your whole life deceiving those old men and women in the countryside?"

"What do you mean by lying! This is all a family heirloom!" Wang Pengfei emphasized again, embarrassed and annoyed.

"Yes, yes, we all earn a living with our skills, so what difference does it make who we earn money from?"

Qin Hanyang smiled slyly.

He knew that he had actually hit the nail on the head.

The latter is not that they dare not, but that they have never had the opportunity.

At least according to the intelligence provided by Qin Hanyang, this out-of-town boss was, in his eyes, a fat pig delivered to his door.

"No, it still can't be done."

"Hmm? Uncle, what else do you have to worry about?"

Qin Hanyang was stunned upon hearing this answer.

Wang Pengfei said with an embarrassed look, "This not only requires preparing some things, but also finding some helpers. At the very least, we need to get another bread truck. I'm a little short on cash lately..."

"How much do you need?"

"At least 2000 yuan."

"How much more is needed?"

"1900".

"..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang was speechless.

But that's just how my uncle is; he'd gotten used to it in his past life.

"I'll take care of the money tonight."

"What, are you going to rob a bank?"

Wang Pengfei was amused again by his nephew's nonchalant tone.

Qin Hanyang smiled and said, "Just wait."

"Okay, as long as you can really get two thousand dollars tonight, I'll risk my life to do it with you!"

Wang Pengfei was provoked and also gave his own guarantee.

The two had dinner at a Sichuan restaurant.

Qin Hanyang asked Wang Pengfei to take him to the entrance of Jiangnan Yue's residential area.

It was already 8 p.m.

Wang Pengfei glanced at his watch and nodded to Qin Hanyang:

"Go do your thing, call me if anything happens later."

Qin Hanyang laughed and said, "Going to play mahjong again tonight?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

"I calculated it."

Qin Hanyang made a gesture of divination using his fingers.

Wang Pengfei rolled his eyes. To be honest, he had been riding his bike and getting some fresh air, which had made him a bit more sober, but he still didn't find the whole thing absurd.

As the saying goes, a nephew is like his uncle.

Qin Hanyang sometimes comes up with these clever and ingenious ideas, which is quite typical of his style.

Of course, he also knew his nephew's character and that he wouldn't be foolish enough to do anything illegal or disorderly, so he was relatively at ease.

So he twisted the accelerator and left behind a witty remark:

"You know your uncle well, he eats, drinks, sings, and plays mahjong together..."

Qin Hanyang watched his uncle's retreating figure and shook his head helplessly.

He then contacted Jiangnan Yue.

To my surprise, the other party answered the phone immediately after I made the call.

"Um... I've arrived at the place where we got off the bus."

"I'm coming right away!"

Two minutes after hanging up the phone, Jiangnan Yue came running over.

Qin Hanyang didn't want to go home with her; instead, he asked:

"Is Rongcheng Square near you?"

Qin Hanyang's junior college was also in Chengdu. Although it was located on the outskirts of the city, he was still somewhat familiar with it.

Jiang Nanyue nodded and said, "Yes, it's very close. We can get there from the back gate of our community."

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?"

"Uh... okay."

Jiang Nanyue was visibly taken aback by Qin Hanyang's invitation, then quickly nodded.

The two of them strolled over slowly, taking in the last rays of the setting sun.

Before long, night officially fell.

As the largest square in the provincial capital, it's bustling with activity all day long.

Square dancing, food stalls, children rollerblading, grandpas spinning tops, grandmas hula hooping, ring toss... all kinds of entertainment activities are available.

Jiangnan Yue felt so relaxed for the first time after the college entrance examination.

Everything I saw along the way seemed strange and unusual.

Qin Hanyang suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, have you had dinner yet?"

"no."

Jiangnan Yue shook her head.

She was too embarrassed to say that she had actually cooked and prepared the food at home, thinking that Qin Hanyang would come back to eat with her.

Qin Hanyang felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing this.

"How about I buy you a snack to tide you over?"

As he spoke, he walked to a stall selling wolf tooth potatoes. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman wearing an apron.

"One serving of potatoes, please."

Three pieces.

"So expensive! It only costs one yuan where I live!"

Jiangnan Yue, who followed, was taken aback. Although her house was nearby, she rarely lived there and had never bought anything from there before.

Upon hearing this, the stall owner, an older woman, immediately became displeased and explained:

"Little sister, you can't say that. We have to pay 500 yuan a month for rent for this stall. It's not easy for us either!"

"oh......"

Upon hearing this, Jiangnan Yue murmured and dared not say anything more.

Qin Hanyang said, "It's normal for stalls in this kind of place to pay rent. And don't believe what she says. This old lady can easily earn two or three thousand a month selling at these prices, which is more than some office workers earn."

"Setting up a street stall can really make money."

Upon hearing Qin Hanyang's explanation, Jiangnan Yue smiled and interjected, "I heard from Wang Rui that they think the holiday is too long and they might have to find summer jobs. I think it would be better to set up a stall."

"What's the rush? You're just wasting your time. You'll be working for the rest of your life anyway."

"What did you say?"

Jiangnan Yue didn't quite catch Qin Hanyang's mutterings.

Qin Hanyang laughed and said, "It's nothing... I think setting up a stall is good. If you want to make money, you have to set up a stall, and you should do it right away!"

"what?"

Before Jiangnan Yue could even process what was happening, Qin Hanyang led him to a cold drink stall.

This is a stall run by a young couple.

Not only did they set up four or five small tables, but the area they occupied was four or five times that of other small vendors.

There was even a loudspeaker shouting.

—"Iced jelly, chilled rice cake, mung bean soup, white fungus soup, bubble tea..."

Strangely, his business was deserted.

The female shop owner greeted Qin Hanyang warmly as he approached:

"What would you two handsome men and beautiful women like to drink?"

"I won't drink it."

Qin Hanyang shook his head, looked at the two of them, and asked sweetly, "Brother and sister, what time do you close for business?"

"10:30."

"Can I discuss something with you?"

"What is it?"

Both of them were kind-hearted, and seeing that Qin Hanyang was carrying a backpack, they thought he had encountered some kind of difficulty.

Qin Hanyang then said, "Well, first of all, I'm a student..."

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