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"Mom, things are different now. Shuheng went to the south to do business. He will definitely succeed this time and make a lot of money!" Shen Baolan was full of confidence.

Although Liu Cuihua is a rural woman, she is very capable of carrying things.

She was not optimistic about Shen Baolan's dream of being a rich wife from the beginning. After these years, she also saw clearly that Zhou Shuhuan, the son-in-law, was unreliable.

Let’s not worry about whether Zhou Shuhuan can make a lot of money.

Even if he was able to earn something, let alone benefit from it, Zhou Shuhuan would be considered conscientious if he didn't kick his daughter to death.

Thinking about this, Liu Cuihua nodded her daughter's forehead and said, "You are already a grown-up. Stop dreaming about spring and autumn. If you have the time, you might as well save more money. Let me tell you, money must be in your own hands to be safe. Don't be stupid and leave it all to you." Mother-in-law, Ma Sufen is just an iron rooster. If you give her the money, what’s the difference between a meat bun and a dog?”

Shen Baolan listened to this and said "I know".

She now hides half of the money she earns every day.

After closing the stall and going home in the evening, Shen Baolan didn't even bother to eat dinner, so she picked up the phone and called Focheng.

I called for half an hour and the line was busy.

The factory dormitory where Zhou Shuhuan lives has only two public phones in the entire building. It is the peak time for phone use at night, so it is normal to be unable to make calls.

Shen Baolan was unwilling to give in. She was scratching her head and wanted to know whether Zhou Shuheng had made a business, and whether she could become a rich wife and live a good life, all relying on Zhou Shuhuan.

She held her rice bowl and dialed the number while eating.

Finally the call got through, and she heard Zhou Shuhuan's name on the other end. She said she didn't recognize him and hung up the phone.

When she called again, the line was busy again.

She was so angry that she greeted all the eighteen generations of the person who hung up the phone.

A few blocks away, Shen Mingzhu was also upset because she couldn't get through the phone call.

It has been the third day since she discovered that there was an inexplicable extra remittance on her account, and she has not been able to contact Pei Ke.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang suddenly, and Shen Mingzhu immediately picked it up, "Hello?"

"So soon? Are you waiting for me? Isn't it like three autumns after not seeing each other for one day? I'm so tired of waiting for you?"

Pei Yang's cheerful laughter came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Mingzhu was not in the mood to joke, "How is the situation over there?"

"Well, I met Motorola's marketing manager in charge of the Northeast market today. We had a good conversation. His wife is from the same province as ours, and he promised to help me get a place as a provincial representative."

"What's the approximate cost?"

"It is estimated to be no less than two hundred thousand."

Pei Yang paused and continued: "While eating, Manager Yang asked me if I would like to sign the provincial agent for the portable phone as well. If the two sign together, the success rate will be greater."

Shen Mingzhu was interested, "How much is the agency fee for a mobile phone per year?"

"One hundred thousand."

One hundred thousand.

Shen Mingzhu tapped her fingers slowly on the armrest of the sofa.

The mobile phones of this era, commonly known as mobile phones, cost from 0.1 yuan and the Internet connection fee was yuan. It can be said to be a luxury item among the aristocracy. It is estimated that less than % of households in the entire province can afford it.

"Manager Yang said that if the sales of mobile phones can reach more than one million that year, 50% of the agency fee can be refunded."

A sales volume of one million means that fifty mobile phones have to be sold.

"I can help you sell twenty units this year. If you are confident, you can give it a try for the remaining thirty units."

Pei Yang said: "But in this case, the investment is too high. The pager costs 100,000 yuan. The minimum contract for the mobile phone agent is two years. The upfront agency fee alone is 200,000 yuan, plus the cost of distribution. The total cost for both sides must be at least five hundred thousand."

Shen Mingzhu remained silent.

Such a large capital investment is indeed a lot of pressure for them. All the family's savings, plus the inexplicable extra 60,000 yuan in the account, total less than 200,000 yuan.

However, if you ask Zhong Qing for help, it would be no problem to borrow 300,000 from the bank.

As if he guessed what she was thinking, Pei Yang said: "You can't become fat with just one bite. I've just started my business, so it's better to be steady and steady. I don't want to take risks with you and the food factory."

Hearing what the man said, Shen Mingzhu also realized that she was a little over the top.

For now, pagers are the trend, and it will take at least four or five years for mobile phones to develop in China.

Not in a hurry.

"Okay, let's do what we discussed before and try to get the provincial agent qualification for pagers. You can also find out about Manager Yang's preferences when you have time. As long as you like him and give the things away, things will be much easier to handle."

"Ok, I know."

After getting down to business, Shen Mingzhu talked about Pei Ke again, "I haven't been able to contact my uncle in the past two days. I'm a little worried. I want to ask someone to go to my uncle's place of work tomorrow to ask."

"Well, call me if you get in touch."

"it is good."

Early the next morning, Shen Mingzhu called Pei Ke's residence but still received no answer. Shen Mingzhu had no choice but to contact Zhuang Xueqi, who was recuperating in Hong Kong City.

Zhuang Xueqi was also happy and immediately sent someone to find someone where Pei Ke worked.

Pei Ke has been absent from work for a week without excuse.

According to colleagues close to Pei Ke, Pei Ke revealed that he was going to Macao before taking a vacation, but he lost contact after that.

Thinking of the 60,000 yuan remitted from Aocheng, Shen Mingzhu was almost certain that Pei Ke had encountered something in Aocheng.

So many days have passed without asking for leave from the company or contacting anyone.

Either the body doesn’t allow it, or the environment doesn’t allow it.

Hopefully it's the latter.

Shen Mingzhu immediately returned home and found the postcard that Charmaine Li left for her last year.

She knew that it was too abrupt to ask Li Charmaine for help in this way. The other party might have left the postcard just out of courtesy, and he might have even forgotten who she was.

But she had no other choice. Li Charmaine was the only person from Macao she knew.

"Hello. Who is this?"

Hearing the familiar gentle female voice on the phone, Shen Mingzhu felt nervous for no reason, and even spoke with a stutter.

"Miss Li, this is Shen Mingzhu. Last year at the Conrad Hotel, your heel was worn out..."

"Ah, it's you. Do you have a problem with me?"

Li Shiman's tone was light and he still remembered her.

Shen Mingzhu's heart dropped halfway, "Miss Li, I'm sorry to bother you so rashly. My uncle went to Aocheng three days ago and I still can't contact him. I would like to ask you to call the police for me. Can you? ?”

"No problem, just tell me your uncle's personal information."

Although Li Shiman agreed to help, Shen Mingzhu's worries remained undiminished, which was mixed with some guilt and uneasiness that she could not tell others.

She couldn't help but guess whether Pei Ke's loss of contact was related to her suggestion that Pei Ke return to China for development.

While waiting for the news, Shen Mingzhu took the time to make a call to the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

After learning that Pei Ke had lost contact, Pei Yang immediately returned to Fengcheng, not even caring about the pager agent he was talking to.

Shen Mingzhu persuaded him, "It won't help anything if you come back now. Let's wait for the news from Miss Li first. Maybe my uncle is just staggered by something. Let's not scare ourselves."

Shen Mingzhu did not find the wrong person. That night, news came from Li Charmaine. (End of chapter)