Chapter 72 Managing
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Su Cen sat by the bed, staring blankly at the large sum of money on the floor. Thinking about today's events—going to Ma Shan and then entering the forest, plunging into the pool—it felt like a dream from another world. Suddenly, the home phone rang; Su Cen hurriedly picked it up. It was from the store calling for him to come down for dinner. 1 Novels α..C organizing
He temporarily locked these huge sums of money in an old drawer that had not been moved for years and then left with a daze.
Wang Ming was also at the store; his father had business engagements elsewhere, so he couldn’t return. Wang Tong and Zeng He prepared a hearty meal together, waiting for Su Cen to come down. Upon seeing him, Wang Tong handed him freshly washed chopsticks and a bowl filled with white rice, saying, "Here you are, young master!"
Zeng He was still smiling all the while, "Sister Wang Ming is much more capable than you. She manages the properties and shops in First Middle School and Third Middle School so well that it eases a lot of burdens for your mother. Yet she’s here cooking for you and serving you; how comfortable are you"
It was typical of Zeng He to say good things about herself in front of outsiders while subtly belittling Su Cen when they were alone.
"No way, Su Cen is more capable. If it’s me handling those high school problems again, I probably wouldn’t even score half the passing marks. Managing these stores isn't complicated; if Su Cen did them, there would be no issues at all. He's currently learning knowledge that’s much more useful than this," Wang Ming quickly said with a smile while glancing at Su Cen’s expression before muttering to herself, "Besides, doing things for him is nothing."
Wang Tong still had some red on her face as she stared at Su Cen. Standing next to him made her look petite; in fact, a year ago when they first met, he was about the same height and looked rather young and immature compared to her. But now after just one year, his demeanor and stature seemed completely transformed, growing impressively. Sometimes, Wang Tong even felt she had developed a sense of dependency towards him, which made people marvel at how quickly boys could grow.
Su Cen put down his bowl and looked around with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work recently, Mother; also thank you, Sister Wang Ming, for all the help. People say many will come across in one's life, but some are just passing by while others accompany us on our journey to success—these two of you are my significant figures," Zeng He was touched and comforted, ruffling Su Cen’s hair affectionately, "If you had known this earlier, I’d have lived many more years. But it's still not too late."
Wang Tong felt sweet inside, being personally acknowledged by Su Cen as one of his significant figures—a feeling hard to express in words. Realizing something, Wang Ming secretly scolded herself for having such a sneaky joy towards this boy who could be called her little brother.
While eating, Wang Ming seemed to remember something but ended up holding back from saying it. After the meal, Wang Ming was carrying a small backpack and preparing to go home. Su Cen also did not linger alone or tell her directly that they had money to open another branch store. Although he had mentally prepared himself for this, receiving such a sum of money suddenly still required some time to process. Of course, he wouldn't immediately spend the money recklessly; he needed to sort out the entire situation and any unresolved details before making decisions on how to use it.
In the future, Liu Cheng, who was then Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Committee, had hidden two million yuan in cash in one of his properties in Xiahai City. In the end, he could only account for eight hundred thousand yuan, leaving twelve hundred thousand yuan unaccounted for.
The pastoral park villa area on Mu Ma Mountain was long uninhabited. Su Cen sneaked into this place and retrieved three bags weighing over thirty pounds from Liu Cheng's villa swimming pool. He brought Zeng Yuan along merely to find someone who could keep a secret and serve as an unpaid laborer for the retrieval task. Although he seemed calm on the outside, his mind was turbulent; hence, when Zeng Yuan confirmed there were brick-like objects underwater but couldn't pull them up, Su Cen, who had initially wanted to avoid the work, could no longer restrain himself and decided to dive in.
By bringing along his subordinate Zeng Yuan, Su Cen aimed for someone who wouldn't need him to get wet. Moreover, he firmly believed that he could control this youngster—Zeng Yuan, having grown up under his threats and influence, was particularly fearful of ghost stories; thus, it would be difficult for him to obey orders strictly. However, if told there was a vengeful spirit waiting at the opposite direction, he would obediently follow without hesitation.
After Su Cen couldn't help but dive in, he found that these "brick-like" objects were scattered sparsely in the water, amounting to more than ten bags. Calculating each bag as fifty thousand yuan, there could be nearly seven or eight million yuan under Liu Cheng's pond, making it an unintended vault for him.
If Su Cen's memory served correctly, the fifth series of Renminbi was issued after the National Day military parade in 1999. After Liu Cheng's hidden cash was exposed in the future, a small portion consisted of the fourth series while most were one-hundred-yuan notes from the fifth series. This indicated that Liu Cheng would continue to deposit money into his hiding place until it reached around twenty million yuan before he faced an investigation.
Among the money in the pond, Su Cen obviously couldn't transfer all of it; part of this amount would be crucial evidence against Liu Cheng. Additionally, for the unexplained portion of the money, Su Cen took advantage of a spare moment to take out a bundle of Renminbi from his drawer and immediately processed a savings card at an agricultural bank counter with a somewhat bewildered look from the clerk.
Storing New Year's money wasn't unusual. At this age in this era, depositing four one-hundred-yuan notes all at once was probably unprecedented for Su Cen at this branch of the Agricultural Bank. Thankfully, to avoid arousing suspicion, he removed some old bills from three bundles as a small portion to open an account, considering it impractical to carry around so much cash when there were urgent needs.
He still needed money to purchase certain items.
In this world, making money was difficult. To make more money, forming a team to work for oneself was the key principle. Despite his ability to foresee due to rebirth, there were still many things he didn't know—such as stock market fluctuations and lottery numbers, which were unrelated to him in the future. Just like now, even if he could predict the golden era of selling cultural products, given his current status, foundation, and family financial limitations, this was a bottleneck.
Even though he could see a more promising future ahead, he still lacked the means to reach the summit.
In this era and in any socioeconomic context, one needs to have some form of start-up capital to do anything; this capital can be money, fame, connections, or even a certain kind of talent. Without such resources, it would be extremely difficult to achieve anything.
Right now, Su Cen was indirectly amassing the necessary start-up capital for many endeavors.
Of course, he couldn't directly intervene in many matters himself right now. But if he delegated tasks to Wang Tan, things would become much simpler.
It seemed that it was time to have a chat with Wang Ming soon.
In the afternoon of this day, there were two consecutive physical education classes. Xu Yi Yang approached Su Cen furtively and whispered, "This is bad news! Our PE teacher has taken the school team out for a competition, and we've heard that it's Mr. Jiang Zechong from Class Seven who will be taking over our class. That guy used to jump extremely high; he was said to have come from one of the leaders' or teachers' children in First Middle School, studied at a sports college abroad, and came back to teach PE after graduation. He is very strict during lessons and has a small heart—when he's in a good mood, he lets us do whatever we want, but if he’s feeling down, especially after a breakup, the whole class will have to run around the track and practice rabbit jumps with their heads tucked between their knees. We had an argument over football with him last time, who would’ve thought that he'd end up teaching our class today Our soccer match against Class Three this afternoon is going to be ruined!"
Classes Two, Three, and Seven shared the same PE lesson period, which was something everyone had been looking forward to. Physical education classes were usually more relaxed than other subjects; many teachers simply let their students do whatever they wanted after leading them through some stretches.
The gathering of nearly two hundred students from three different classes on the small playground was quite a sight, and those who developed cross-class friendships were especially excited, chattering endlessly.
Mr. Jiang Zechong, aged around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, still had scars from his teenage acne on his face, giving him a pockmarked appearance. He wore a sleeveless shirt, sports pants, and running shoes, held a whistle in reverse with one hand while crossing the other behind his back, and exuded an imposing presence. However, his small eyes swept over the crowd of three classes, occasionally glancing at some girls' white legs.
Firs,t everyone did calisthenics, then practiced high knee raises in place. There was no intention of allowing free activities, so the three classes appeared listless and discontented. Some girls even privately criticized him for his lack of consideration. Jiang Zezhong observed this and felt inexplicable anger rising inside him. He waved his hand and ordered all three classes to run around the track for two and a half laps.
"Damn, he really spouts off without hesitation! Two and a half laps!" Xu Yi Yang was extremely contemptuous, not expecting Jiang Zezhong to be so sensitive. Narrow eyes swept over him and fixed on his position. With a dark expression, he said, "You find it unsatisfactory running two and a half laps Then your class's boys run four laps for me."
Everyone immediately began to complain as they started running. After the other two classes and Class 5’s girls had completed their two laps, Xu Yi Yang, Su Can, and the rest of Class 5’s boys were still circling around the track. Many people sneered inwardly, This is a direct attack!
When they regrouped, everyone in Class 5 was drenched with sweat. The other two classes looked at them sympathetically.
Jiang Zezhong was somewhat surprised. Looking at Xu Yi Yang and the others, he recalled their confrontation on that day and then saw how disheveled they were now. He felt an abnormal sense of satisfaction; I don’t believe you can’t be tamed!
He blew his whistle again and led everyone through another set of exercises. If anyone didn't perform well, they had to stand in the sun as punishment.
This time, there was even more commotion, with people reluctantly following along amidst shouts and whistles.
A few girls were helpless, saying, "Teacher,勉強也有幸福" [Note: This phrase doesn't make sense directly translated but seems to express a resigned sentiment about finding happiness in difficult circumstances].
Among them, the boys from Class 5 and Class 7 were standing close together. They talked about Jiang Zezhong’s eccentricity, and as soon as Jiang Zezhong turned his head, he immediately ordered everyone to bend down and squat, thus exposing those whispering among themselves. go of that lady-specific pen while Su Can tried to fix the nib with a locking clip. After receiving a new one costing just fifty cents from the shop assistant and struggling to install it, several st...