Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0509: Mouse Pulling a Shovel
When Nan Yi returned to the old villa after buying the oil residue, Ye Qi was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard.
"Why are you standing at the door? There's someone in the room. Come in and sit down."
"The door bolt was sideways, I thought no one was there." Ye Qi said, then lowered his head and said quickly, "We are not the only ones eyeing the two factories in Changhe. There are others as well, and their progress is faster than ours."
"Oh, no hurry, let's go in and talk. Drink some water first. You have blisters at the corners of your mouth."
Nan Yi patted the gate and wondered whether he should ring the doorbell. Then he gave up the idea. If he really rang the doorbell, it would still be too loud for the little kids to take turns playing with.
After Yan Du opened the door, Nan Yi and the other person entered the living room. Ye Wei went to the kitchen to drink a bellyful of boiled water, then returned to the living room and started talking about business with Nan Yi.
"I have been investigating in Qinghe these past two days. I was very quick and quickly contacted the people in the factory office. After inviting them out for a drink, I got a pretty good idea of the situation in the factory. Just this morning I talked to the person in Changhe, and he told me that someone has been eyeing those two factories, and the person is quite powerful."
"Oh, what's the story?"
"Yang Shanqing's grandson."
"Yang Shanqing?"
Nan Yi thought carefully about it, even to every detail, but he still had no impression of the name.
"I haven't heard of it. Are you familiar with him?"
"You don't know him?" Ye asked in surprise.
"How big is the wrist?"
Ye Qi stared at Nan Yi's face for a while, then said: "It seems that you really don't know that this guy used to be No. 1, and he often went out to pick up women with a group of guys from the Commercial Bureau."
"How do you know? Didn't you go to Wuchuan in 1966?"
"Brother, I know a lot of people. If I hear a little bit here and there about the Beijing gangsters, I'll know everything. In 1974 and 1975, this guy was quite famous."
"Forget it, let's talk about what happened to him later. Let's get to the point first." Nan Yi interrupted Ye Qi.
"What's the point?"
"Nonsense, let's talk about family tree."
"I have no idea."
"Fuck, go find out. Knowing Yang Shanqing is useless. I want to know which government office his grandfather and father work in. Grandpa and grandmother, uncles and aunts, aunts and uncles, in short, as long as his relatives are not excrement diggers, find out everything. Also, let me ask you, does Changhe have a factory secret?"
"No."
"Who's talking to the factory manager? What's his name?"
"Zhao Yuanzhi, from Beijing."
"Oh, who is closest to Zhao Yuanzhi?"
"An Guoping, the factory director, is also a local."
"What do the people of Changhe think of Zhao Yuanzhi?"
Ye Yi replied: "His reputation is average, but he is very smart and doesn't stick to conventions."
"Cashier or accountant?"
"I've seen a male accountant and cashier. His waist is as thick as a bucket."
"Bullshit, which factory only has one accountant and one cashier?"
"I've found out. If ."
"Trade union officials? What about the radio station? Are there any employees you are particularly concerned about? Widows whose husbands are working in other places or have passed away?"
"Well, let's ask around. Changhe is a textile factory. There are a lot of female workers there, and quite a few of them are pretty."
"I don't care. If there's shit in his crotch, you have to find it for me. Don't complain about being tired. Making money is not that easy."
"What do you do after you find it out? Threaten?"
"Threatened shovel, knowing each other's secrets can help you get closer to each other faster. In the future, you can share your hemorrhoid secrets with him."
"You're the one who has hemorrhoids."
"Okay, now you know all my little secrets. Choose how you want to die?"
"I won't talk nonsense with you. I'm going to ask about Yang Shanqing's family. This grandson is quite famous, so it's easy to find out."
"Then hurry up. I won't be going out this afternoon. Just come over if you have any news."
"good."
After Ye Wei left, Nan Yi let out a long sigh.
"It's only been a few years, the era of single-player games is about to end, and the online era is about to come. No matter what we do in the future, there will be competitors." Nan Yi muttered to himself, and then chanted happily: "Striving to cross the river, striving to cross the river, startling a flock of gulls and herons!"
After expressing his feelings, Nan Yi stood up, walked to the side of the TV stand, and opened the two cardboard boxes on the ground.
After a while, a rectangular object and a thing that looked like a large USB flash drive were taken out of the cardboard box. Both were Sony's high-tech products that Nan Yi had someone send from Tokyo.
The rectangular shape is the "super player" launched by Sony last year. It has a tape compartment that can hold ten tapes at a time. The tapes can also be numbered and will be played in the order of the numbers.
When this product was first launched, both Nan Yi and Jobs were amazed.
However, Nan Yi thought this thing was flashy and impractical, so he didn't think of buying it when it was first launched. But a few days ago, he heard that Sony was going to discontinue this product, so he hurried to buy one.
The large USB flash drive is the PS-F9 portable record player that Sony also launched last year. It can output stereo sound through headphones or external speakers.
This is a successful hit, and it has even been given the nickname "Flamingo" in Japan and has a lot of loyal fans.
After assembling the two new gadgets on the audio cabinet and putting a record on the record player to listen to it, Nan Yi always felt that something was missing. The player and speakers were in place, but the electricity didn't work.
He doesn't want any wind power, hydropower, thermal power or nuclear power. A real enthusiast wants human-powered power generation, and it has to be a group of beautiful girls in their twenties doing aerobics and sweating. The sweat slides down the collarbones and blooms on the floor paved with colored diamonds, converting kinetic energy into electrical energy.
Use this electricity to power the speakers, and when the sound reaches your ears, you can hear a faint fragrance.
Listening to the fragrant music, Nan Yi walked into a room next to the master bedroom.
There are all kinds of gadgets in this room, and there are air guns hanging on the wall. He bought all the ones available on the market.
Taking a look at his collection, Nan Yi felt a little nervous when he thought that he would have to hand it all over to the police station in a few years.
Sitting down next to the tool bench, Nan Yi put on a watch repair magnifying glass, picked up a pair of tweezers, and started fiddling with the objects on the table.
He wanted to make a model of the USS Lexington aircraft carrier powered by a Stirling engine, and he wanted every detail to be exactly like the real thing. The rest were easy to solve, and it only took time and patience to achieve them one by one.
The model aircraft he made was not very large. If it was scaled down proportionally, the size of the aircraft would have to be even smaller. If it was small, it would be a problem where to install the engine and fuel.
But Nan Yi didn't care. He thought about completing the aircraft carrier structure first. If he couldn't solve the aircraft problem by himself, he didn't mind investing in a laboratory specializing in this field in order to solve the problem.
Knock knock knock.
"Come in."
"Nan Yi, it's time to eat." Liu Zhen walked up to Nan Yi and said.
Nan Yi kept moving his hands and replied directly: "Wait a minute, the last piece."
"What are you doing?"
Nan Yi stuck a small cylinder the size of a flint in a lighter on a table, blew a breath from his mouth, then took the magnifying glass off his eyes, turned around and said to Liu Zhen: "There was a fight in the cafeteria, and someone fell on the table. The bowls on the table were in a mess, and the Coke was spilled. I simulated the Coke spilling out of the bottle. What's the picture of that moment?"
“Is this the interior of an aircraft carrier?”
"yes."
"Why are you so particular about the details? You won't be able to see them once you assemble it."
"Haha, this isn't a product for sale. This is for my own pleasure, so of course I have to do every detail well. If shrinking agents are invented someday, I'll go aboard my own aircraft carrier and take a look around."
"Hehe, so naive. It will take you forever to become good at it. How many years have you been running this cafeteria?"
"It's not like several years. The whole model took less than 150 hours in total."
“I’m talking about the time span.”
"It's been about four or five years. After the keel was laid, I started to build the canteen." Nan Yi said after thinking for a while.
“Will your grandson be able to see this aircraft carrier being launched?”
"Stop talking nonsense. I swear to you. It will take me ten years at most to complete it." Nan Yi turned off the lamp, stood up, supported Liu Zhen's shoulders, and walked her out. "Zhen'er, have you returned your physics knowledge to the teacher?"
"I haven't paid it back yet, what's wrong?"
"After the cafeteria is done, I will make the watertight compartment, which requires calculating buoyancy. You know I'm not good at physics, so you can help me calculate it when the time comes."
"Forget it. God knows when you will have time to do it." Liu Zhen stroked her belly and said, "Let your son help you calculate it."
"Haha, that's fine."
Walking to the dining table, Nan Yi saw two completely different kinds of food on the table.
Needless to say, Liu Zhen's meals for pregnant women are almost the same every day, with a few variations changing from time to time. In addition to the meals for pregnant women, there are also stewed oil residue, fried soybeans with water lumps, and pickled radish skins. The staple food is two kinds of noodles cut into strips.
The name of "two kinds of noodles cut into strips" sounds strange, but it is actually from the period when white flour was in limited supply in the past. Ordinary people were craving for noodles with soybean paste, so they mixed a little white flour with corn flour and rolled the noodles into noodles.
Nan Yi had heard of and seen this thing, but had never eaten it. The Nan family was a total rice-lovers. Whenever the situation allowed, they would definitely cook white rice. When that was not allowed, they would make do with porridge and seldom ate pasta.
Precisely because there was no demand at home, Yi Jinru had tried "white-faced social networking" for a while in the past.
"No food today?"
"There will never be a day when there is no food at home. There are so many mouths to feed."
"oh."
Nan Yi just asked casually, went to wash his hands, and sat down to eat noodles.
"Your mother is in a good mood today and prepared these specially for me?" Nan Yi said, pointing to the pickled vegetables on the table.
"No, the store just got a batch of greenhouse radishes. It would be a shame to throw away the radish skins, so my mom pickled them. If any customers want to eat them, she can give them away for free. I know you like them, so I brought some over."
"On a hot day, pickled vegetables and porridge are the best. Tomorrow I'll buy a few cheap melon seeds, throw away the sacs, and keep the skins to pickle."
"What kind of melon is melon seeds?"
"They are very small, have a lot of seeds, and are not sweet. If you pass by a melon field like this in the countryside, just pick any and eat them. Just leave the seeds behind."
“Oh, making watermelon seeds?”
"Yes, I don't know if there are any for sale. No one would want this melon even if I gave it away. I guess it's a long shot."
"Why, that watermelon rind tastes better?"
"It's crunchy and sticky, and tastes good when fried with chili peppers. It's better than other watermelons. Anyway, the tastier the watermelon sac, the worse the skin tastes."
Nan Yi slurped two mouthfuls of noodles, his lips becoming greasy and dark. Just as he was putting a few strands of noodles into his mouth, Yan Du walked into the living room with Ye Yu.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"I ate it. Eight pairs of pork elbows in soy sauce. Okay, I'm sick of it."
"have eaten?"
"No, I was just busy asking questions."
"Then hurry up, make do with eating something and sleeping with the lobsters. We don't have the conditions for that, but we'll have plenty of water lumps."
Ye Yu unceremoniously sat opposite Nan Yi, took some slices from the basin, mixed them with the marinade and started to work, eating while talking, "It will be more fragrant if you blanch it with some peppercorns and shallots."
"Do you want another little sister to feed you?"
"Don't brag to me, you stingy guy, you're just making things difficult for me."
"Wow, you speak Gochuan dialect, it seems like you've been there before, right?"
“It’s a must.”
"Okay, wait until the good days come. You are tired of eating delicious food and fish, and the tiger head..." Nan Yi suddenly realized that it would take several years for the tiger head to be released, so he changed his words and said, "You are tired of the tiger head crown. If you dream of having a hard life, I will send you to the poor mountainous area and let you stay there for two months."
"Forget it, buddy, I'm not crazy. I haven't enjoyed my happiness yet. Who the hell wants to go back and suffer again?"
Ye Qian ate several mouthfuls of the sliced rice in one go, then smacked his lips and said, "I've learned about Yang Shanqing's situation. His father has been working in the Commercial Bureau system, but he retired last year. His father is now the chairman of Beiqing Commerce, and his mother is not that great, she works in an ordinary unit."
"Beiqing Commerce is from the Material Bureau, right? Then his father is Yang Chaogang?"
"yes."
"Go on."
Nan Yi was relatively clear about the situation at the Material Bureau because of Men San'er. There was no need to ask in detail about Yang Chaogang's situation, as he had a general idea of it.
"Yang Shanqing also has an uncle named Yang Chaoshan..."
"From the Universal Bank?" Liu Zhen asked.
"right."
"You know Zhen'er?"
"How could I not know him? I saw him every day during the preparatory committee. Now he's the president of the Beijing branch."
"What about this person?" Nan Yi asked.
"I don't know him very well, but he seems to be a good person on the surface. He studied in Moscow, has a wide range of experience, and is in his prime. He is a key training target for the bank."
"Chengzhuo, please continue talking. Finish your speech in one breath. I won't interrupt you." Nan Yi said to Ye Qi, who was a little depressed because of being interrupted repeatedly.
"Okay, I'll continue. Yang Chaoshan's wife is Zheng Chunzhi. She works in the Commercial Bureau, an ordinary position. Zheng Chunzhi is from Shanghai. Her father was an old man before the liberation. He went to China in 1948. I heard that he did a big business. He had a daughter named Yang Kaiyan, who went abroad in 1977. She's gone. That's the situation."
"What's Old Clerk's name?"
"Zheng Pingchuan."
"Yang Kaiyan is back?"
“I don’t know.”
"Does Yang Shanqing have a unit?"
"I used to have one, but now I run my own business. I'm not sure what business I do, but I heard that I have reversed the approval documents."
"Oh." Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "You should go to Qinghe tomorrow and continue to find out the situation in Changhe. I will also find out the details of Yang Shanqing. I have heard of the name Zheng Pingchuan. He was a top figure on Wall Street in the United States in the 1960s. I guess he has hundreds of millions on him."
"So generous?"
"I'm talking about U.S. dollars."
"Isn't this even more luxurious?" Ye Qi exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's very grand."
Nan Yi didn't expect that just wanting to open a wholesale market would actually involve bigwigs.
Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Qinghe International has become a part of the big plan. Nan Yi cannot retreat. Even if the war spreads to Wall Street, the plan must continue.
Ye Qi asked worriedly, "Can you get through it?"
"Even if you can't do it, you have to do it. Comrade Ye, the organization has assigned you to carry out a decapitation operation." Nan Yi wiped some of the splattered sauce on the table with his fingers, "Put it in a bottle. This is the Nine Heavens Centipede Deadly Sauce. As long as you mix this into Zheng Pingchuan's food, he will definitely die after eating it."
"Is it really possible to beat someone?"
"Nonsense, have you forgotten the war games you played when you were a kid? As long as the tactics are right, an ant can swallow an elephant. Think carefully about our army's infiltration tactics, cut off and disperse the enemy's forces, create a local advantage for our forces, and nibble away at them bit by bit."
"Okay, charge to Menglianggu and capture Zhang Fu alive."
"Commander Ye, tie down Qinghe's forces. Give me 47 days and I will wipe out the Yang and Zheng armies."
"Ah? The commander?"
"Master, is it done?" Nan Yi said unhappily.
"What about you, Commander?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? I'm going to shave my head tomorrow. What do you think my zodiac sign is?"
"The Watanabe who rode a donkey to steal landmines?"
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, you are Watanabe. Judging from my appearance, it must be Director Lei. Come on, you are full and drink enough, so get out of here and don't disturb us two people's rest."
Ye Qi deliberately opened his eyes and said in astonishment: "No way, with such a big belly, you guys won't miss it?"
"What's it to you? Go home and hug your pillow."
"Okay, okay, I can't control it."
After the joke, Nan Yi said seriously: "We must find out as soon as possible what Yang Shanqing is going to do with the two factories. We must act quickly. Once the matter is settled, we will have nothing to do and will have to look for a new place."
"Okay, I know. I'll risk it. Tomorrow I'll go to the Friendship Store to move boxes of Maotai to Qinghe, and I'll make sure to tell you everything."
"Do you have foreign exchange certificates?"
"without."
"Then wait a minute, I'll get it for you." Nan Yi walked into the bedroom and quickly took out a thin stack of foreign exchange certificates. "That's all we have at home, a little over 5,000. When you spend it, remember where you spent it and how much you spent. It's best to keep the receipts safe, as they will be recorded in the account in the future."
Ye Qi took the foreign exchange vouchers and patted them on his palms, "Are these considered public funds?"
"Yes, including your expenses in Qinghe, all will be put into the public account. Keep a clear record of how much you spent, and don't be unclear about the accounts in the future. What we are doing is a partnership business with many shareholders. Where did the 100,000 yuan come from, and where did every penny go? If any shareholder asks, we must be able to explain it clearly."
"Okay, I'll be leaving first."
"Well, let's meet in front of the Friendship Store at 8:30 tomorrow. I also need to buy some things, so I'll take you to Qinghe."
"That would be great. There are too many things for me to carry."
