Siheyuan: With the system in hand, the world is mine

Seeing Wang Haoran's serious attitude, Cai Weizhen was touched and nervous. He couldn't help but ask, "Um...Brother, how much supplies do you have? Why are you so secretive?"

Facing Cai Weizhen's question, Wang Haoran did not give a direct answer, but made a solemn promise: "You don't need to ask too much about this, you just need to control the black market in the city as soon as possible and gradually expand the business scope to all parts of the country.

As for supplies, you can rest assured that there will be enough! Did you hear that clearly? "

Wang Haoran thought that the food in the system space would mature quickly enough, so at most he would just open up more land and plant more.

"Brother, this is really eye-opening! You actually have enough supplies to control the black market of the entire country." Cai Weiguo and his two brothers swallowed hard, their faces full of astonishment.

They really couldn't imagine how huge the amount of supplies were contained in it.

Wang Haoran smiled slightly, appearing quite calm: "As long as you work hard, you will never lack money if you follow me.

At present, each person is paid 100 yuan per month, and they can get commissions if they achieve good results in the future.

Cai Weizhen's eyes almost popped out when he heard this: "One hundred yuan a month? That would be only one thousand two hundred yuan a year? How long would we have to do odd jobs to earn that much?" He widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

"Okay, you will get used to this lifestyle slowly. Money is just a string of numbers to me.

Here are 800 yuan, of which 300 yuan is your salary for this month. Now you should quickly find a larger warehouse, and be sure to find a trustworthy and loyal person to guard it.

Every time I deliver supplies, remember to evacuate the people first and come back after I leave." Wang Haoran reminded them carefully, because the fewer people who know about the system, the safer it is.

"Brother, don't worry, I promise to do it beautifully." Cai Weizhen's teeth were trembling as he took the money. He couldn't calm down for a long time. He couldn't even afford a bun that cost ten cents each a few days ago. Now he can earn one hundred yuan a month, which is simply a sublimation.

After arranging everything, Wang Haoran returned to the hospital and had a big meal with his sister and the three brothers of the Cai family. Since they had plenty of money, there was no need to worry about it. At the same time, he also did not forget to pack a portion for Cai's mother.

After dinner, Cai Wei Zhong took the packed meals back to take care of his mother, while the other two brothers hurried to do what Wang Haoran had asked them to do.

Wang Haoran took his sister shopping while strolling along the way. Thinking that he hadn't bought a watch yet, he went to the supply and marketing cooperative and the trust store and spent dozens of yuan to buy a watch and food for his sister, and slowly left in the envious eyes of everyone.

When he returned to the courtyard, he happened to meet the people from the steel rolling mill getting off work. It was a rare day that Yan Bugui was not the door god, so Wang Haoran walked in with a swagger.

"Wang Haoran, congratulations on your promotion!" As soon as he stepped into the yard, Wang Haoran heard several sincere congratulations. It turned out that these voices came from the few neighbors in the yard who had no grudges against him.

Wang Haoran smiled and nodded, then took out some food he bought for his sister from the bag and distributed it to everyone to express his gratitude.

Now, those people who had once had conflicts with him changed their attitudes and greeted him with smiles on their faces when they saw that there was profit to be made.

It was as if all the previous unpleasantness had never happened. However, in the face of these sudden enthusiastic greetings, Wang Haoran remained unusually calm and did not give any response.

At this moment, Yan Bugui was watching everything that was happening, and a hint of jealousy suddenly arose in his heart.

So he jumped out without hesitation to fan the flames and sow discord, saying, "Don't think that if you try to please Wang Haoran now, he will forget the fact that you all teamed up to beat him up yesterday! Humph, he doesn't even take you seriously."

After hearing this, everyone in the courtyard immediately retorted: "Uncle San, you don't need to interfere with how we do things! You should take care of yourself first. You have done so many bad things that even your legs have been broken!"

After what happened last night, everyone knew that Wang Haoran was not someone to be trifled with; but for Yan Bugui, it was completely different - after all, everyone had been beaten, so who would be afraid of who?

Yan Bugui never expected that things would develop to this point. He originally wanted to incite people by sowing discord, but ended up dragging himself into the dispute.

Seeing the people around him eager to try, he could only curl his lips helplessly and choose to remain silent. After all, in this situation, if he continued to exert pressure as a "big uncle", it would probably only backfire...

Wang Haoran couldn't help laughing when he saw Yan Bugui's deflated look.

However, at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded: "What? Wang Haoran, this little bastard, can actually get a promotion? God is really blind!"

The person who spoke was Jia Zhang, who had just walked out of the house. Her face was full of anger and she kept muttering.

"Who says it's not true? He got promoted after only working for a few days." The middle-aged lady agreed.

Facing the sarcasm from Jia Zhang and the aunt, Wang Haoran was not angry. He just looked at Jia Zhang and said calmly, "Do you think everyone is your son, Jia Dongxu? He has been in the steel mill for a few years and is still a second-level worker. He slacks off every day and is scolded like a grandson by the team leader."

"To be honest, I feel ashamed to be in the same courtyard with him. I guess the best I can do in this life is a third-level worker." Thinking about how in the original novel Jia Dongxu was a third-level worker before his death in 1962, Wang Haoran said again.

"You little bastard, who are you talking about? Who knows if you got your promotion by currying favor with your boss?" Jia Zhang said angrily.

When Yan Bugui heard what Jia Zhang said, he looked at Wang Haoran with a thoughtful expression, and the sinister look on his face could not be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

“Fawning on the boss is a skill. Look at the second uncle, he fawns on the boss like a grandson every day, but he still didn’t get promoted. So, you are just saying the grapes are sour because you can’t eat them.” Wang Haoran continued to speak slowly, not noticing that everyone’s expressions had turned teasing.

"Wang Haoran, what did you say?" Liu Haizhong, who had just arrived at the courtyard, was furious when he heard this.

"Second uncle, believe it or not when I say it's a misunderstanding, I'm just going to stop here." Wang Haoran's scalp tingled when he heard Liu Haizhong's voice coming from behind, and he quickly turned around and said with a smile.

"Second uncle, you guys go ahead and do your work, I'm going home." After saying that, Wang Haoran ran away with his sister.

Wang Haoran's funny action instantly made everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter.