"Do you know someone?" Tang Yue asked, and without waiting for a response, she added, "Or perhaps, do you have a connection?"
Going to Shenzhen to buy would naturally be good, but without knowing someone, or being familiar with the ways, I’m afraid buying won’t be easy.
"I don’t, but as they say, perseverance pays off. Who knows if you can find a way if you really search for it?" Tang Mingli was determined to make something of himself, to achieve success and not just be someone who is looked down upon, or in other words... in the future, to not shy away from a challenge because of money.
"Little uncle, let’s look together later. We will eventually find someone we know." Tang Yue said confidently. Suddenly, she had a bright idea and asked, "By the way, Sister Deng’s older brother, I remember, sells fabric in Shenzhen, maybe he knows something?"
"But... he is in Shenzhen, and we haven’t met yet." Tang Mingli replied with uncertainty: "We’ve never met Deng Lanhua’s older brother before, but what we can be sure of is that Deng Lanhua’s brother is probably not very successful in business either, otherwise how could he not have helped his sister rise up?"
They were very clear about the previous situation of Deng Lanhua.
"We shouldn’t have too much trouble doing business with him for the fabric, but if we start a factory, would he have more sources of fabric?" Tang Mingli, though having not made a fortune in these years, had dabbled in this and that, managing to earn some money. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the initial capital to start with.
Tang Mingli was careful in his advances and retreats, never diving headfirst into anything without understanding it.
Since he had decided to take out a loan of $100,000, how to make that money grow was the most important. Personal feelings aside, business is business.
"Little uncle, some people just lack an opportunity," Tang Yue thought for a moment, then said, "Little uncle, we can use other relationships to find someone. If we meet Deng Lanhua’s brother and think it’s good, we’ll cooperate. If not, we’ll just discuss fabric collaboration."
"You’re right." Tang Mingli knew that Tang Yue wasn’t blindly helpful; reassured, he chuckled: "Xiao Yue, I was worried you would help others without setting boundaries."
Tang Yue raised an eyebrow, retorting, "Little uncle, do you see me as someone who can’t weigh the importance of things? $100,000 is not a small amount."
"No, in my heart, Xiao Yue is the smartest person," Tang Mingli praised, sizing her up and tutting, "Xiao Yue, look at you, standing tall and graceful, that face of yours could enchant anyone, and don’t you laugh, when you smile, those young men would probably be completely mesmerized."
"Little uncle, when did you learn to be such a smooth talker?" Tang Yue frowned.
"This is your little uncle’s honest truth, how could it be considered smooth talk?" Tang Mingli replied seriously, adding, "I wonder which lucky brat will end up with you."
"Little uncle, you should find yourself a little aunt instead." Tang Yue dismissed him, and started drawing on her design draft.
Suddenly, Tang Mingli leaned over and asked, "Xiao Yue, what do you think of Mo Siyu?"
"What do you mean ’what do I think’?" Tang Yue was confused and didn’t respond immediately.
"I’m telling you, don’t be fooled by Mo Siyu’s good looks," Tang Mingli reminded her, "He’s quite stubborn, will drive all over the country, and can endure any hardship. If I couldn’t endure, I would have joined him in driving long ago."
"Xiao Yue, I know you admire Mo Siyu because of me, but your admiration shouldn’t lead to committing a lifetime to him. Mo Siyu isn’t a suitable match."
He emphasized it again and again, "Xiao Yue, choose anyone but him."
Mo Siyu was the kind of person who centered his life on his career, without the words ’wife’ in his dictionary. Tang Mingli knew this, and exactly because of his clarity, he was even more worried that Tang Yue would be heartbroken.
Unable to help herself, Tang Yue looked up, jabbed his chest with her pen, and asked, "Little uncle, what are you thinking? How could there ever be something between him and me?"
Tang Yue murmured in her heart, bowed her head, although at first, when she died, she had thought about being by his side, but when actually faced with reality, she became timid.
Immediately relieved, Tang Mingli said, "Xiao Yue, don’t worry. In the future, your little uncle will earn a generous dowry for you. I promise to send you off in style. Anyone who dares to bully you, I’ll crush them with my wealth."
Tang Mingli adopted a carefree and arrogant demeanor, raising a fist saying, "Even if the money isn’t enough, I still have my fists."
"Okay, little uncle, I plan. If anyone dares to bully me, you’ll crush them with money," Tang Yue gave him a thumbs up.
On the rugged mountain roads.
Mo Siyu was sitting in the vehicle, delivering a batch of fruit to City C.
"Brother Mo, you’re not sick, are you?" Li Wei looked worriedly at Mo Siyu, his eyes nervously scanning the surroundings. Every one of them could earn US$200 by delivering this truckload of fruit to Shenzhen in half a month.
But the mountain road was difficult to navigate, and there were rumors of bandits.
"No." Mo Siyu glanced at him, commanding "Just focus on driving."
"Were you secretly talking about me?" Mo Siyu eyed the others in the vehicle.
Among them, the darkest-skinned Zhao Xiangqian, "I didn’t either."
"I wouldn’t dare," said Yan Dong, wearing glasses, not daring to utter an extra word.
"Alright, after we deliver the goods, we’ll get paid," Mo Siyu said.
Suddenly, Mo Siyu’s expression changed. A pile of large rocks had rolled down from the slope.
"Rush through!" Mo Siyu stuck his head out the window, looking at the people on the hillside, clearly understanding that these people were after the fruit in the truck.
Li Wei floored the accelerator, causing the vehicle to jolt even more severely.
Zhao Xiangqian and Yan Dong cursed: "These people are outrageous, healthy and able-bodied, there’s so much more they could do, but instead, they choose to rob our cargo."
A grating sound of brakes resounded. A long piece of wood blocked the path ahead; even if they wanted to, the vehicle couldn’t just fly over it.
The moment the vehicle stopped, the robbers swarmed. Mo Siyu and his crew immediately started fighting.
The robbers, each wielding a knife, and even though Mo Siyu and his group were four, facing nearly ten opponents was somewhat overwhelming.
"Brother Mo, what do we do?" Li Wei, in a panic, looked to Mo Siyu, feeling this was more dangerous than usual. They always carried handy tools on their truck, but this group of attackers was too fierce and reckless.
They couldn’t just risk their lives for this batch of goods, could they?
"What do you mean ’what do we do’? Although this batch isn’t costly, it can open up the market in Shenzhen," said Mo Siyu with pursed lips, determined not to give up on this cargo.