Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

It’s still the quaint courtyard house on Chang’an Avenue.

After Zheng Yilin's father passed away, his eldest brother Zheng Yishan took the initiative to give up the small villa in their compound, and his mother moved in with his eldest brother.

Zheng Yilin used his connections to get this courtyard. It is a quadrangle with three entrances and he lives alone. Of course, sometimes his friends come to gather together, such as Zhao Yilin who came today.

"I can't help you with this." Zheng Yilin said, crossing his legs and smoking a cigarette, "I should still have some face in front of him. My dad treated him well back then. But I can't use this face easily. I have to keep it."

"Da Linzi, that's meaningless." Zhao Yilin said with a bitter face, "Our minister has issued a death order. This matter was caused by our department, so our department must come forward to solve it. Zhu Chaoying, that idiot, can't get anything done. I've already made a note of it. If I fail to complete this task, I don't know how our minister will deal with me."

"Don't your old man care?" Zheng Yilin asked.

"Don't you know about our old man? He's just like your old man." Zhao Yilin continued to smile bitterly, "He's afraid that we, the younger generation, will mess around under his banner."

"You should be content. You are already a director. What else do you want?" Zheng Yilin said enviously. "Look at me now. I have an idle position in the department. I have no real power. My words are not heard anywhere."

"I'm not as rich as you."

"Speaking of money, I do have an idea. I want to go into the sea..."

Everyone’s circumstances and pursuits are different, and this pair of best friends is an example.

Zhao Yilin works in the system. Although she thinks his father has not given him any substantial help, in Zheng Yilin's opinion, he has already gotten enough. Who among ordinary people can reach the level of director at this age?

Zheng Yulin took a different path. After he was released from the army, his father was very disappointed in him and placed all his hopes on the eldest son, Zheng Yishan, allowing Zheng Yishan to inherit most of the family's belongings. Zheng Yishan lived up to everyone's expectations and rose from being the director of the logistics department of Peking University to his current high position as a small leader in the education department. Zheng Yilin then used the remaining connections of their old man to gain financial benefits.

Now that the restrictions have been relaxed, Zheng Yilin has become bolder. He wants to abandon his identity in the system and go into business.

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Yilin asked in surprise, "What's so good about doing business?"

"Rich!" Zheng Yilin laughed, "Look at the life Zeng Wangcai leads. I dare say he has more money than you and I can imagine. I've been to Jiang Island once. There's nothing that money can't do or buy. Just wait and see. Sooner or later, our place will be the same as Jiang Island."

This is a bold and forward-looking statement.

Zhao Yilin realized that Zheng Yilin was serious. He sighed dejectedly, "I can't stop you. Do whatever you want. Have you decided what career you want to pursue?"

"Whatever makes money, do it!" Zheng Yilin said with a smile, "I'm going to get some documents and start a company. Give me the telephone installation business and I'll go talk to Zeng Wangcai."

This idea cannot be regarded as the later trader, not the trader who resells small commodities in the old city, but the big trader.

At least after Zheng Yilin got the documents, he planned to do it.

"You're waiting for me here?" Zhao Yilin thought for a moment and said, "If you want to do it, then I'll give it to you. We'll follow each other. But you have to think about it. Zeng Wangcai is making mobile phones, and the telephone can't beat him."

"Cellphones are definitely not cheap. Who can afford them?" Zheng Yilin already had a mature idea. He continued, "I will open a store in Wangfujing first. When I make money from telephones and everyone has money to buy cell phones, I will start making cars... Before the Japanese went to the Northeast, I had already contacted them."

This is about Kazuo Kameda.

The Japanese have been invading us using the same old tricks from ancient times to the present. They have been doing this since the Tang Dynasty when they sent envoys to the Tang Dynasty. They learned, infiltrated, turned against us, and later developed puppet armies. Now they continue to develop secret lines within our country. In later generations, they have become more covert, making it impossible for ordinary people to tell who the Japanese are.

Zheng Yilin hooked up with Kameda Kazuo, mainly to help Kameda Kazuo run policies and provide information.

The two of them simply finalized the telephone installation business and then went out together to find Zeng Wangcai.

"Damn it, other people drive themselves when they go out, but if we want to take the company car, we have to ask someone for help." Zheng Yilin complained while locking the door.

The city of Beijing is quietly changing, and only those who are paying attention can feel it.

Zeng Wangcai did not eat instant noodles today. Instead, he ate a hotpot. He was eating with Lei Daqiang and other workers. These workers, who have now been recruited by China Resources, have temporarily stopped working on the renovation of the courtyard house and are helping Zeng Wangcai decorate the storefront in Wangfujing.

Sometimes Zeng Wangcai also complains that even though the food nowadays is healthy and green, he still has to eat additives and still thinks it tastes good. Isn’t that weird?

In fact, he knew that it was not the people who were to blame, but the time.

Once people are busy, they have less time. Only a convenient and fast lifestyle will be accepted by busy people.

Sometimes he would feel confused. Watching the city begin to change towards a rhythm that he was familiar with, he thought, is the price of progress to be lost?

Some foreigners who live well are not greedy. They rob people more than a hundred years ago and obtained resources for future generations to squander.

"This stuff is really delicious." Lei Daqiang took a bite of the Zihaiguo and drank a sip of Dawusu. "Boss, it's so comfortable to work with you. There's plenty of beer."

"Wusu won't kill me..." Zeng Wangcai muttered and continued eating, but he was thinking about something in his mind.

It will take some time for the mobile phone to be put on the market. Now there are only two base stations in the old city. The third and fourth base stations will be available soon, but they are needed by the garrison area, so they cannot be installed.

It will take another week for the production line to be ready. Even if we work overtime 24 hours a day, it will take about a month for the base station to be offline.

These are all secondary. Zeng Wangcai’s main focus is on the development of the mobile phone business, how much to sell it for, and how to charge the phone bills?

He mainly didn't know what Zhao Yilin had planned, he only knew the price of four thousand six.

"Wangcai..." Just as Zeng Wangcai was thinking, Zheng Yilin came.

"You...Xiao Linzi?" Zeng Wangcai opened his mouth and uttered a nickname that Zheng Yilin had not heard for a long time.

"I'm just your buddy, haha..." Zheng Yilin now needs help from Zeng Wangcai and suppresses his resentment towards Zeng Wangcai.

"We haven't seen each other for many years, right?" Zeng Wangcai said in a daze.

"I haven't seen you for twelve years and three months."

"..."

You fucking remember it so clearly?

It's like a melodrama...

"What's the matter?" Zeng Wangcai pushed away the pot and asked.

"I'm here to save Zhao Yilin's face." Zheng Yilin pulled Zhao Yilin out from behind him, "About installing the telephone."

"Do you have face?"