Feng Yu raised his left wrist, deliberately letting the four small hooligans see his watch. In this era, anyone who could afford a Shanghai-brand watch was no ordinary person.
Feng Yu, who looked like a middle school student, was dressed in a way that showed he was wealthy. Coupled with his calm and composed demeanor, the four small hooligans exchanged glances and quickly paid their bill and left.
They had only intended to tease a young girl, and if Feng Yu and his friends had shown fear, they might have done something even worse. But seeing that they had met a tough opponent, they quickly ran away.
What if Feng Yu was telling the truth, and his brother-in-law really was associated with Guai Ye? They would all end up with broken legs!
The owner of the barbecue shop also heard Feng Yu's words and specially sent over a skewer and a few bottles of beer. He thought Feng Yu was a good student, but he was worried that he might turn into a hooligan in the future.
After eating, Feng Yu rode his bicycle to send Li Na back, while Wen Dongjun sent the chubby girl home.
"Is your brother-in-law really part of the Black Society?" Li Na asked softly.
"I was just scaring them; you actually believed it. If I hadn't said that, could I have scared them away?" Feng Yu smiled. Although he wasn't a noble person, he definitely didn't want to be associated with the Black Society. The money he earned from legitimate business would last him a lifetime; there was no need to take shortcuts.
Lying in bed, Li Na tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She knew roughly what Feng Yu's family was like before; they were farmers, not poor but not wealthy either.
But why did Feng Yu suddenly have money this year? He had a car, wore and used luxury brands, and even bought a large house in the city center. Could it be that his brother-in-law was really part of the Black Society? That wouldn't be a good person!
Li Na was very worried that the money Feng Yu spent wasn't earned through legitimate means. Especially since he always gave her expensive gifts, she decided not to accept any more gifts from him.
On Sunday morning, Feng Yu didn't wake up until ten o'clock, and even then, it was because he was hungry. He found something to eat in the kitchen, got dressed, and went to the company.
It was time to transfer money to Kirilenko, and Feng Yu wouldn't delay. He wanted to maintain a long-term cooperation with Kirilenko.
Taohua Company had no accountant or cashier; all financial matters were handled by Feng Yu himself. Fortunately, in this era, one didn't need an accounting certificate to work, or Feng Yu would have been very troubled.
Only Feng Yu knew exactly how much money the company had and how much it had earned. Even Li Shiqiang only knew roughly, and others could only guess.
Because next year, Feng Yu planned to move all the company's money into the stock market, which would be more convenient.
Moreover, Feng Yu didn't trust the hired financial staff. How many times had financial staff embezzled and fled? With so much money in Taohua Company's account, it could happen in this era, or even in his previous life.
In this era, technology was not advanced, there was no real-name system for tickets, and no surveillance cameras on the roads. Once someone fled, they could hide in a small village for a year, and the next year, with some money, they could get a real ID and live in another city under a different identity.
Don't doubt it; there were many good police officers, but among so many good people, there were bound to be a few bad apples. Especially in rural areas, as long as the village chief vouched for someone, the police station wouldn't investigate thoroughly, and they could register and get an ID as a relative.
The only person Feng Yu completely trusted, Li Shiqiang, knew nothing about finance and didn't want to learn. He just said he trusted Feng Yu with the money and was waiting for the year-end bonus.
Transferring money overseas was a hassle in this era. Although it wasn't the first time Feng Yu had done it, it still took almost an hour with the help of bank staff. Why did he need the bank manager's signature to transfer money?
Without stopping, he rushed to the car refurbishment site. Seeing the newly refurbished cars, Feng Yu felt like he was seeing stacks of cash, and the unpleasantness from the bank was gone.
During this period, Wu Zhigang and his team had been working hard, bringing many people to see the cars. Some bought them on the spot, while others thought they were too expensive, especially the used cars that still cost hundreds of thousands, and decided to think about it.
Feng Yu had overestimated the market. Although Harbin had many people and many wealthy individuals, the early rich preferred Mercedes-Benz and BMW. Rolls-Royce and Toyota Crown also sold well.
Feng Yu's word-of-mouth advertising strategy wasn't working anymore; there weren't enough fools. He went to the newspaper and placed an ad, hiring several air stewardess students from a vocational school to stand next to the cars in their uniforms.
One car model per day, one beautiful woman per day, for ten consecutive days, ten car models, and ten beautiful women, which had already made the small business owners eager.
With the help of the ads, Feng Yu believed he could sell another twenty to thirty cars. But the Harbin market was only so big, and sports cars were not selling at all.
The road conditions in this era were far from what they would be in the future, and there weren't many highways for them to race on. The second batch of cars, including sports cars, hadn't sold at all.
In two months, the last batch of cars would arrive. If Feng Yu couldn't sell this batch within two months, his funds would become tight.
"Zhigang, find someone to go on a business trip with you tomorrow to Jicheng in the neighboring province. Do the same ten-day ad campaign there as we did in the Longjiang Daily."
"No problem, leave it to me." The "business trip allowance" Feng Yu gave them was quite generous.
In the evening, he played games with Wen Dongjun for a while, and they both went to bed early.
On Monday morning, when Feng Yu came to class, he noticed that his classmates were looking at him strangely. Why did they seem afraid of him?
That shouldn't be the case. He had never fought in school, not even argued. Why did they suddenly become distant?
Some classmates were whispering. During the break, when Feng Yu came out of the toilet, he finally found out what was going on.
It turned out that the classmates were spreading the rumor that Feng Yu's brother-in-law was part of the Black Society and associated with Wang Cui.
What? You don't believe it? Think about it, why did Feng Yu dare to argue with the school's Mr. Li? And why did nothing happen after he argued with Mr. Li?
Do you remember when they discussed the high school entrance exam scores at the beginning of the year? Feng Yu was three points short, and Wen Dongjun was more than thirty points short. Their household registration wasn't in this district; it was in the division's farm. How could they get into No. 3 High School?
My father saw it with his own eyes. Feng Yu's brother-in-law was tall and muscular, with a face full of scars, and his fists were as big as a sand pot. He was said to be Wang Cui's most trusted subordinate.
Moreover, even the vice-principal was afraid of Feng Yu's brother-in-law. Feng Yu would probably become the leader in school. Don't provoke him. The other day, outside school, more than ten small hooligans saw him and called him "Brother Yu"!
The few people who were talking about it were very detailed, almost saying that Feng Yu had punched Wang Cui and kicked Song Lao Si.
Feng Yu pushed open the toilet door and showed them a white smile. The few classmates hurriedly fled, afraid of being recognized.
Feng Yu had a good idea who had spread the rumor. It must have been the chubby girl the other night. Well, regardless of her original intentions, at least no one would dare to provoke him in school, and no one would dare to think about Li Na.
Although his reputation was bad, let them talk. Feng Yu didn't care, especially since his desk partner, Wen Dongjun, felt very powerful and planned to use Feng Yu's name to scare away the few boys who were interested in the class beauty.
~~~ Midnight update, everyone must have recommendation tickets, give them to Lao Si. Let's push forward! The plot is returning to the business route, and I'll try to write less about school life.