pjbooks Chapter 4: The Bully of Chun'an Street, Junior High School Classmate
Chapter 4: The Bully of Chun'an Street, Junior High School Classmate
"Consignment? That requires a lot of materials and is very troublesome."
Yang Wenqing looked serious, and after thinking for a moment, he gave his answer.
Consignment is a business where a shop helps others sell their goods, registering the goods and handling the sale in exchange for a commission.
The review rules and required documents for applying for a trust consignment license have been constantly changing, so not many people apply for a trust consignment license.
Even though Yang Wenqing works at the Industry and Commerce Bureau and is very familiar with the procedures and required documents, it still takes him some time to recall them.
"It may be troublesome, but it can't be avoided."
"If we produce low-priced motorcycles, it will definitely stir up the market. Some people will follow the trend, and others will be envious."
"Fine, those chasing the trend are one thing, but privately owned vehicles are a huge pie, and we're the first to get a piece of the pie, so we'll definitely get the most."
"But what about those who are envious of our profits? Those who want to take a slice of our pie?"
Wang Yang banged on the table as he finished speaking.
Smuggling goods from Hong Kong and illegally assembling motorcycles—each of these actions alone could land you in jail.
"They'll do everything they can to pounce on us and take the biggest slice of the pie from our hands!"
"We must protect ourselves so that the enemy has no way to attack."
"Once we're secure, we can use the risks to attack our adversaries."
Wang Yang's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, landing precisely in the hearts of the three people.
Doing business involves many risks, which is unavoidable.
Risk is a sharp blade; only by holding it in your hand can you ensure your own safety and, in turn, attack potential enemies.
"Yang-ge, where did you learn all this from?"
Zhang Qiang felt dizzy listening to this and asked in confusion.
Everyone's academic level is about the same, so when did Wang Yang learn so much?
He's probably secretly studying behind his brother's back.
Learn more from books.
"Come on, you know me, I feel sleepy as soon as I look at a textbook."
Zhang Qiang is a pragmatist, which is why he ended his studies early and started working in a restaurant.
"Brother Yang, I can help with the other procedures, but we still need the stamp from the subdistrict office. The business owner needs to take the business license to the subdistrict office in person to get the stamp."
Yang Wenqing pondered for a moment and clarified the procedures for obtaining a consignment license.
Yang Wenqing could help Wang Yang with all the other procedures.
The only thing Yang Wenqing couldn't get stamped by the Chun'an Street Subdistrict Office was the official seal.
"That's settled then, Hui Zi. Take the business license and come with me to the neighborhood office."
"Wenqing, go and take care of the other formalities. Qiangzi, get in touch with customers who have motorcycles as soon as possible."
"After getting the stamp from the subdistrict office, I immediately set off for Shenzhen."
After arranging things, the group wandered around the scrap metal recycling station and chatted.
Fortunately, Wang Yang found several usable parts at the scrap metal recycling station.
The concrete cutter that Liu Hui just retrieved even contained a large-displacement engine.
……
Chun'an Street Subdistrict Office.
The old banyan tree, painted white, swayed in the wind. White paint marked parking spaces, where two or three green Jiefang trucks and a dozen or so bicycles were parked.
The old white walls are painted with slogans in red paint: "Crack down on speculation and profiteering" and "Seek truth from facts."
However, as the years have passed, the character for "opportunity" has been split in half, becoming "ten".
"It's quite lively today."
Liu Hui looked around. The street office, which was usually deserted, was now packed with people.
Although Liu Hui's scrap metal collection station is in a remote area, it is still under the jurisdiction of Chun'an Street, so he needs to get a stamp from the Chun'an Street Subdistrict Office.
"Don't make a fuss. At the beginning of the month, all the business owners have a lot of things to report."
Wang Yang was very knowledgeable about the place; he had accompanied his father to the neighborhood office many times.
The people who come to the street office to handle procedures are all shop owners or prominent figures on Chun'an Street.
Liu Hui looked around curiously, asking Wang Yang what each of the bosses did.
"Yang-ge, that guy behind the counter looks like our class monitor, Gao Xin."
Liu Hui glanced at the counter, then turned to Wang Yang and said.
There were already many rumors about Wang Yang and Gao Xin during junior high school, which is why Liu Hui specifically told Wang Yang about it.
"No need to look like her, it's Gao Xin."
As the two walked toward the counter, they sized up the staff inside.
Wang Yang knew that the neighborhood committee was just a stepping stone for Gao Xin; her family had resources, and she would eventually reach even higher peaks.
"Liu Hui! Are you there?! It's your turn!"
Gao Xin's voice rang out, and time slipped away while they chatted.
"Let's go, we have important business to attend to."
"Yes, yes, getting things done is the priority."
Liu Hui was flustered. He grabbed a few documents and the scrap metal recycling station's business license and hurried to the counter.
There were a few potted plants on the counter, and the facilities were very basic; there wasn't even a glass partition.
"Hey, hey, move aside, move aside, let me go first!"
Just as the two walked to the counter and were about to greet Gao Xin, a burly man wearing a white vest and black shorts bumped past Wang Yang and sat down in front of the counter.
"Hey, what's wrong with you, you loser! Don't you know you have to wait in line?!"
Liu Hui leaned on Wang Yang to keep from falling to the ground.
"Someone troublesome is coming."
Wang Yang frowned; he recognized the person who had come.
Chen Haitao, also their junior high school classmate, was a good-for-nothing who bullied other students.
After graduation, Chen Haitao, relying on his uncle Chen Jinzhu's position as a group leader in the street office, ran rampant on Chun'an Street and became a gang leader.
"Hey, isn't this Liu Hui? I'll sit down first, you wait a little longer."
Chen Haitao wanted to curse, but when he turned around, he saw that it was actually his junior high school classmate.
However, Chen Haitao was already domineering in junior high school, so he neither cursed nor apologized.
"Chen Haitao, are you blind? Can't you see how many people are queuing up?"
Wang Yang stepped forward and angrily rebuked him.
Liu Hui was bullied, and as his brother, he naturally couldn't just sit idly by.
"Where did this dog come from, barking all over the place? If you've got the guts, stop barking and come outside for a real fight!"
Chen Haitao was about to greet Gao Xin when Wang Yang interrupted him, turning around and shouting.
Chen Haitao was used to being domineering and couldn't stand anyone yelling at him.
"Hey, you think I'm afraid of you!"
Liu Hui, standing to the side, rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight Chen Haitao.
"Hey Chen Haitao, don't bother other people's business if you have nothing to do!"
Gao Xin was a little annoyed. Work was already annoying enough, and now Chen Haitao was causing this trouble just before it was almost time to leave.
"It's almost noon, and I've found a really good Sichuan restaurant. My treat."
Chen Haitao turned his head, a smile appearing on his somewhat chubby face, and invited Gao Xin to lunch.
Ever since he learned that Gao Xin worked here, Chen Haitao would come over every day to treat her to a meal.
At first, out of consideration for their friendship, Gao Xin even had a few meals with Chen Haitao.
As a result, Chen Haitao spread rumors everywhere that the two were already together, trying to smear Gao Xin and make their on-screen romance seem real.
"Eat your head, get out of here! Wang Yang, Liu Hui, give me the materials."
Gao Xin frowned, reached out to Wang Yang and Liu Hui for the materials, wanting to finish early and get off work.
Gao Xin's family has already helped her find a new job, and she can transfer the registration in a few more days.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to get out of my way, you lapdog!"
Liu Hui smiled smugly and handed in the materials.
Seeing Chen Haitao's humiliation, even Wang Yang couldn't help but smile.
"Just you wait, let's see if you'll still be laughing later!"
Perhaps because Wang Yang and Liu Hui were present, Chen Haitao, who usually didn't care much about saving face, actually felt that he couldn't save face.
Chen Haitao got up and slunk away into the depths of the subdistrict office to find his uncle, Chen Jinzhu.
"Long time no see. No time for catching up, let's get started. What kind of business are you guys up to?"
Gao Xin watched Chen Haitao leave, knowing that he wanted to call Chen Jinzhu out to ruin Wang Yang and Liu Hui's plans.
"The application for consignment trust needs to be stamped by the subdistrict office."
Without further ado, Wang Yang handed over all the materials.
Gao Xin quickly flipped through the documents, and after confirming that there were no problems, she picked up the red stamp and was about to stamp it to approve it.
"Wait, this stamp can't be applied!"