hotmtlnovel Chapter 1492 This old guy is a talent!
Chapter 1492 This old guy is a talent!
Chapter 1492 This old guy is a talent!
On the eve of the Lunar New Year in the north, a heavy snowfall had just stopped. Taishan Township was covered in a blanket of white, with the distant mountains and nearby fields all covered by a thick layer of snow, gleaming coldly under the gray afternoon sky. Occasionally, the sounds of dogs barking and firecrackers could be heard from the village, adding a touch of life to this silent snowfield.
A black Audi sedan drove slowly along a country dirt road, its wheels crunching over the snow. Bare trees lined both sides of the road, their branches laden with snow, and occasionally, snowflakes were blown by the wind, drifting down onto the car's roof.
The car finally stopped in front of a small white courtyard. The courtyard wasn't large, and the surrounding wall was a brick wall painted white. The gate was a pair of double iron gates, with New Year couplets pasted on them. Inside the courtyard was a two-story building, which seemed to have just been renovated and was fairly clean.
Qin Hao rolled down the car window and leaned out to look into the yard. As soon as the window opened, a blast of cold air rushed in, and Zhao Yajing, sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but shiver and zipped up her down jacket even more.
In the guardhouse, an old man wearing a cotton hat was sitting on a small stool, picking vegetables. Hearing the sound of a car, he looked up, squinting at the entrance. Seeing it was a car, he paused for a moment, then slowly stood up, brushed the vegetable leaves off his clothes, and walked towards the entrance.
"Who are you looking for?" the old man asked, opening the window and braving the cold wind. His voice was a little hoarse, with a strong local accent.
Qin Hao recognized the old man's face and smiled: "Uncle Xu, it hasn't been long and you don't recognize me anymore? I'm Qin Hao."
"Qin Hao?" Old Master Xu squinted and looked closely, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "Hey, it's you, kid! I've heard from Sha Mao that you've become a big boss, and it's true!"
Grandpa Xu was an old villager from Taishantun. Back when Qin Hao and Yang Shumo came here to work in the countryside, he was the village's production team leader. This old man was usually very frugal, trying to stretch every penny, but he was quite considerate of the educated youth. When any of them fell ill or were starving, he would often lend a helping hand, saving a little from his own meager rations to help them out.
"What big boss? You're just listening to that idiot Mao bragging." Qin Hao said as he opened the car door and got out. "He looks all glamorous on the surface, but he doesn't have much money in his pocket and still owes the bank a lot."
Zhao Yajing also got out of the car. Today she was wearing a long red down jacket and a white scarf, which stood out against the white snow.
Grandpa Xu had already run out to open the courtyard gate for Qin Hao. The iron gate was frozen shut and creaked as he pushed it. Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing helped push it together until the gate was fully open.
"Here you go, Grandpa Xu, take this." Qin Hao took out a pack of "Chunghwa" cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Grandpa Xu's hand.
Grandpa Xu took the cigarette, looked at the packaging, and his eyes lit up: "Wow, this is good cigarette." He didn't stand on ceremony and put the cigarette directly into his cotton-padded coat pocket: "It's still better than what we ordinary folks have. This cigarette is good, I'll keep it."
"Hey, why are you being so polite with me?" Qin Hao laughed. "If it weren't for your help back then, I don't know if Sha Mao and I would have made it back to Beijing alive."
Grandpa Xu waved his hand: "That's all in the past, why bring it up? You're here to see Sha Mao, right?"
"Yes, is Sha Mao there?"
Grandpa Xu pointed to the room on the left side of the first floor: "It's in the conference room, you can go there. This kid, he didn't even go home for the New Year, he just stayed here."
"Okay, we'll head over there first." Qin Hao said, turning back to the car and opening the trunk: "There are some New Year's goods in the car, I'll get them for you."
"And what about mine?" Grandpa Xu asked, somewhat surprised.
"Of course." Qin Hao took a large plastic bag out of the trunk, which contained cured meat, sausages, candy, and pastries: "This is for you. It's almost Chinese New Year, so I'm adding some New Year's goods."
Grandpa Xu took the plastic bag, weighed it in his hand, and realized it was quite heavy. A smile spread across his face, and his wrinkles smoothed out: "You're so polite, kid. Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."
Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing carried the remaining items and walked towards the small building. Grandpa Xu stood at the door, watching their backs, his hands in his sleeves, humming a traditional opera tune.
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Following Grandpa Xu's directions, Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing arrived at the conference room on the first floor. Pushing open the door, a wave of heat rushed out—a stove was burning brightly inside, with an aluminum kettle sitting on it, white steam billowing from its spout.
Yang Shumo was sitting by the stove, warming himself by the fire, holding an enamel mug in his hand, drinking water and looking at the snow scene outside the window. Hearing the door open, he subconsciously turned around.
"Old Qin? Ya Jing?" Yang Shumo was taken aback for a moment, then stood up: "What brings you here?"
Qin Hao put down the bags he was carrying, patted the snowflakes off his clothes, and said with a laugh, "I heard from Old Xie that you're not going home for the New Year, and I was worried you'd freeze to death here, so I brought you some things."
Zhao Yajing also laughed and said, "That's right, it's so lonely being here all alone during the Spring Festival."
Yang Shumo chuckled and scratched the back of his head: "Hey, don't listen to Old Xie's nonsense. I have plenty to eat and drink, everything is prepared. Look, I've prepared rice, flour, and cooking oil, and there's also cured meat and pickled vegetables that the villagers gave me, enough to last me until spring. You can stay here until spring too."
Qin Hao rolled his eyes: "Go away, who's going to stay here with you during the New Year? We just came to see you, bring you some things, and we have to go back in a bit."
"That won't do!" Yang Shumo quickly grabbed Qin Hao: "We're already here, we should stay a little longer. Sit down, sit down, warm yourself by the fire."
He invited the two to sit down on the chairs by the stove, and then moved a small stool from the corner of the wall and placed it next to the stove so that Zhao Yajing could put her feet on it to warm them.
Qin Hao took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. The room was indeed warm, with a roaring fire that dispelled the chill outside. He took out several boxes of pastries from the things he had brought and placed them on the table: "I brought you some food, Beijing pastries, and a bottle of good wine. You can drink it yourself tonight."
"Thanks, Lao Qin." Yang Shumo felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the things. He poured hot water for the two of them: "The tea is finished, you can make do with this for now, I'll go get some more from Uncle Xu later."
Qin Hao waved his hand: "No, going to get things from Grandpa Xu is worse than cutting off his flesh. It's the New Year, you should do some good deeds instead of causing trouble for him."
"Haha, that's true." Yang Shumo laughed, "Uncle Xu treasures his tea leaves like they're the most precious thing. Last time I went to get a small pinch, he kept talking about it for days."
The three sat down around the stove, the firelight reflecting off their faces. The room was quiet, with only the crackling of the fire and the bubbling of the water in the aluminum kettle.
Zhao Yajing held a cup of hot water to warm her hands and asked curiously, "Sha Mao, what's wrong with you? You're not going home for the New Year, do you think your parents will forgive you?"
Mentioning this, Yang Shumo's smile faded. He sighed and waved his hand dejectedly: "Don't mention it. They know that after a year of working on this project, I not only haven't made any money, but I've also borrowed a lot. They look down on me, constantly nagging me that I'm not doing my job properly and instead insist on messing around."
He took a sip of water and continued, "A few days ago, as soon as I got home, my mom started nagging me, saying I was a spendthrift and unfilial. She said if I had just stayed and worked honestly with Lao Qin, I would have bought a house and gotten married in Beijing by now. My older brothers were adding fuel to the fire. I got annoyed as soon as I heard it, so I came here on the first day of the Lunar New Year to find some peace and quiet."
"This really is a peaceful place." Qin Hao looked out the window. The yard was covered with a thick layer of snow, and in the distance were vast white fields, and further still, rolling mountains. It was indeed a quiet place, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.
“We’ll come over here to get some fresh air after the New Year. It’ll save us from having to deal with all those shady people in the city. You wouldn’t believe it, our neighborhood is constantly bombarded with neighbors trying to pull strings or borrow money under various pretexts. It’s a nightmare, even during the New Year. It’s so annoying.”
"Welcome!" Yang Shumo's eyes lit up. "Don't let my simple appearance fool you, there are dormitories upstairs, several rooms, and the bedding is all new, enough for you. Give me a call in advance when you're coming, and I'll get everything ready for you."
"Okay, I'll definitely come then," Qin Hao said with a smile.
The three of them sat around the stove, chatting and warming themselves. The fire was warm, and the atmosphere was harmonious, as if they had returned to the days when they were sent to work in the countryside in Taishan Village.
After chatting for a while, Yang Shumo suddenly asked, "By the way, why didn't Shi Xiaona come with you?"
"Xiao Na went to Hong Kong. Fu Heming is getting her to be his bridesmaid at his wedding."
"Fu Heming?" Yang Shumo was taken aback. "She married Shi Xiaojun?"
"Ah."
Upon hearing this, Yang Shumo sighed softly, "I see... that's a bit of a pity."
Fu Heming was once a beauty among the educated youth in Taishantun, pretty and with a good personality. Later, she went to university in Hong Kong, but unexpectedly, she ended up marrying Shi Xiaojun. He had met Shi Xiaojun a few times; he was petty and a womanizer, and really not good enough for Fu Heming.
Qin Hao smiled without saying a word. He knew what Yang Shuma was thinking, but he had a different opinion on Fu Heming's choice.
In Qin Hao's view, Fu Heming was a very clear-headed and rational woman. The reason she was able to go to university in Hong Kong was because of the financial support from Shi Xiaona's parents. Moreover, the Shi family could provide her with excellent material conditions—a house, a car, and social status, things that ordinary people might not be able to obtain even after a lifetime of hard work.
Without the Shi family, Fu Heming would at most be a white-collar worker in a Central office building, working nine-to-five, earning a fixed salary, and living an ordinary life. But by marrying Shi Xiaojun, she would become the wife of the group's future heir, able to enjoy a life of luxury, have access to high society, and obtain resources and social status that are unattainable for ordinary people.
Fu Heming knew exactly what was important. Feelings might be important, but reality was more important. That was her choice.
"Why didn't Xie Laozhuan come with you?" Yang Shumao asked again.
Qin Hao didn't answer directly, but pointed out the window. Yang Shumo glanced out and found there was no one there, only a vast expanse of white snow. He paused for a moment, then immediately understood what Qin Hao meant.
"Because of Jia Xiaoying marrying Niu Tinggui?" Yang Shumao asked tentatively.
Qin Hao nodded.
At this point, Yang Shumo was also furious: "What on earth was Jia Xiaoying thinking? How could she possibly decide to marry that Niu Tinggui? We all know what kind of person Niu Tinggui is—idle, lazy, and full of bad intentions. For Jia Xiaoying to marry him is like jumping into a fire pit!"
"I think they're quite a good match," Qin Hao said casually, taking a sip of hot water.
Yang Shumo and Zhao Yajing both looked at him, their eyes filled with confusion.
Qin Hao put down his cup and continued, "Jia Xiaoying is not good enough for Lao Xie."
"What's wrong with Jia Xiaoying?" Yang Shumao asked, his face full of confusion.
“Look at the two years Jia Xiaoying spent in Guangzhou with Xie Laozhuan. She just dragged Xie Laozhuan around eating, drinking, and playing every day. She didn’t do anything serious.” Qin Hao said, “It’s one thing to not work hard, but she also has unrealistic ambitions. She always wants to be a boss like Ya Jing.”
It's not terrible for a woman to be stupid; what's terrible is when she thinks she's very smart and capable. Jia Xiaoying is that kind of person. She clearly lacks the ability, yet she always believes she can accomplish great things. The reason Qin Hao hasn't let Jia Xiaoying join the company for two years is because he saw through this.
Yang Shumo thought about it and felt that Qin Hao's words made sense. Jia Xiaoying was indeed a bit too ambitious and unrealistic, always thinking that she could achieve great things overnight.
“Speaking of Jia Shifa, honestly, sometimes I admire him.” Yang Shumo suddenly changed the subject, a wry smile on his face: “You wouldn’t believe how he makes money, it’s unbelievable.”
Zhao Yajing became interested: "Oh? Tell me about it."
Yang Shumo lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I only figured this out later. Do you know why Jia Xiaoying urged Xie Laozhuan to marry her?"
"Shut up, Mao, stop being so mysterious and hurry up," Zhao Yajing urged impatiently.
Yang Shumo organized his thoughts before saying, "It's like this. Jia Shifa is in charge of coordinating the demolition and relocation, right? He's been helping the villagers raise the relocation compensation price..."
"That's not right, is it?" Zhao Yajing interrupted him. "The demolition compensation won't end up in his pocket, will it? The compensation is distributed uniformly by the township and directly deposited into the villagers' accounts. If he dares to take kickbacks from the villagers, won't they report him?"
“That’s why I admire him,” Yang Shumo slapped his thigh. “You know, after Jia Xiaoying broke up with Xie Laozhuan, she immediately got married to Niu Tinggui. They didn’t even register their marriage, they just had the wedding. And the wedding day happened to be the day before the villagers received their demolition compensation…”
Zhao Yajing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You mean... those villagers were afraid that Jia Shifa would withhold their demolition compensation if they didn't receive enough, so they all gave Jia Shifa big gifts?"
“That’s right!” Yang Shumo laughed. “Moreover, he not only accepts monetary gifts, but he also takes the pastries and other gifts that others give him and puts them back in his family’s small shop to sell. Isn’t that a shrewd guy?”
Zhao Yajing blinked and exclaimed, "This Jia Shifa is really something! He can even come up with a trick like this."
"I only figured it out afterward," Yang Shumo said. "At first, I was puzzled as to why Jia Xiaoying was suddenly getting married to Niu Tinggui and why she was in such a hurry to hold the wedding. Later, I found out that the day before the wedding, there was a long line of cars and people coming to give gifts in front of Jia Shifa's house. At the time, I thought, is Jia Shifa so popular? But after calculating the time, I understood everything."
Qin Hao chuckled inwardly. This Jia Shifa was indeed a talent. If he hadn't been ruined by the woman he kept outside, he might have actually landed safely.
"By the way, how's your project going?" Qin Hao asked, getting down to business.
When the project was mentioned, Yang Shumo's face lit up with pride: "The first phase of the project is basically completed. All six buildings have been topped out, the exterior walls have been painted, and the doors and windows have been installed. After finishing some finishing touches in the spring—paving roads, landscaping, and connecting water and electricity—it will be ready for sale."
He paused, then continued, "The problem is that this first phase of the project was basically funded by other people. Although I did the construction, the profit I actually received was very small. However..."
Yang Shumo's eyes lit up: "I got an extra piece of land right next to Phase 1. Once Phase 1 is sold and the funds are recouped, I'll immediately start construction on Phase 2. When Phase 2 is completed, I'll be able to officially start a construction company and invest in and build everything myself."
Qin Hao nodded. Yang Shumo's approach was correct: first, use other people's money to practice, accumulate experience and capital, and then start your own business when conditions are right. This is the path many entrepreneurs have taken.
"Your first phase is finished, but sales haven't started yet, right?" Qin Hao asked casually. "Any ideas?"
Yang Shumo scratched his head: "Hong Kong people aren't interested in houses in Beijing. It's too far, and they find it too much trouble. But the good thing is that houses here are cheap, only a few hundred yuan per square meter. An 80-square-meter house can be bought for tens of thousands of yuan. Quite a few people have already come to look at houses, some locals and some from Beijing. Sales shouldn't be a problem, it's just a bit slow."
Qin Hao shook his head: "If you keep selling them one set at a time like this, you won't be able to sell them all even by next year. When will your second phase of construction start? When will you be able to recoup your investment?"
“Well…” Yang Shumo hesitated, “I know it’s slow, but there’s no other way. Taishan Township isn’t Beijing city after all. The people buying houses here are mostly people with genuine housing needs, and there are few investors. Selling them one by one is slow, but it’s a safer approach.”
“What I mean is,” Qin Hao put down his water glass and looked at Yang Shumo, “you can talk to those Hong Kong investors behind you and come up with a package deal to sell directly to someone else. For example, six buildings, a total of two hundred units, you give them a total price and let them take over all of them. That way you can quickly recoup your funds and start the second phase of construction immediately.”
Yang Shumo's eyes lit up: "That's right! How come I didn't think of that!"
He stood up excitedly and paced around the room: "Those Hong Kong bosses invested in me because they wanted to make money. Now that Phase One is completed and the houses are just sitting there, they want to cash out quickly. If I propose selling them as a package, they should agree. Even if the price is a bit lower, as long as the funds can be recovered quickly, it shouldn't be a problem!"
“That’s right.” Qin Hao nodded. “That’s the logic of capital. They invest in you not to hold the property long-term, but to make a quick profit. As long as you offer a reasonable price, they can’t wait to cash out and leave.”
Yang Shumo became more and more excited as he thought about it: "Old Qin, it's you again! That one sentence woke me up. I was so focused on how to sell them one set at a time, I never thought of selling them as a package!"
Without hesitation, Yang Shumo immediately got up to make a phone call.
"You all sit down first, I'm going to make a phone call and discuss it with the people in Hong Kong," Yang Shumo said, turning to leave.
Qin Hao stopped him: "There's no rush. We need to get back to Beijing. You should put away the things we brought first."
"You're leaving already?" Yang Shumo was a little disappointed. "Won't you stay a little longer? I'll stew some mutton tonight, and we'll have a good meal together."
"Next time." Qin Hao stood up and put on his coat. "We still have to go back; we have things to do at home. We'll come again after the New Year, and we'll definitely have a good drink then."
"Alright then." Yang Shumo didn't try to stop you any further. "I'll see you off."
The three of them walked out of the meeting room. The snow outside started falling again, drifting down and melting quickly on their bodies.
The car slowly drove out of the courtyard and onto the country dirt road. Yang Shumo stood at the door, watching the car drive away until it disappeared into the snow before turning back.
……
Just after the third day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Hao brought Zhao Yajing and Xie Laozhuan back to Taishan Township. He had originally planned to bring his mother, Li Yuxiang, along for a vacation, but Li Yuxiang said, "What's so great about staying in such a remote place? It's so much more lively in the city, with TV to watch and neighbors to visit. I'm not going there."
Qin Hao knew his mother was reluctant to leave her familiar surroundings, so he let her be. Anyway, they wouldn't be staying in Taishan Township for more than a few days; it was just a trip to relax and get some fresh air.
Yang Shumo was delighted by the arrival of the three. He had made preparations well in advance, not only cleaning out the two best rooms upstairs, but also slaughtering a sheep and preparing a large pot of mutton.
As evening fell, the four of them sat around the stove, with a low table in the middle. On the table was a large pot of steaming mutton soup, along with several side dishes—pickled cabbage, peanuts, and smashed cucumber. The fire roared, and the pot bubbled and steamed, filling the room with the aroma of mutton.
"Come on, Lao Qin, Ya Jing, Lao Xie, let me toast you all." Yang Shumo raised his glass: "Thank you for coming to see me and bringing so many good things. I'll drink this one, you can drink as you please."
After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the liquor in his glass in one gulp.
Qin Hao and the other two also raised their glasses and each took a sip. The liquor was Erguotou, which Yang Shumo bought from the village store. It was strong and spicy, but it warmed them up after drinking it.
"Awesome!" Yang Shumo put down his glass, his face flushed. "Drinking with you guys is so much more fun!"
Old Xie was already staggering, holding his wine glass, his tongue a little thick: "That's right, when we brothers are together, with wine and meat, who needs women..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had misspoke. Zhao Yajing, who was sitting opposite him, glared at him and said, "What do you mean by asking Old Master Xie to forward this to you? Have I offended you?"
"No, no!" Old Xie quickly waved his hand, "Ya Jing, I wasn't talking about you. I meant... I meant those..."
The more he explained, the more confused he became, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Finally, he pretended to slap himself, saying, "Look at my mouth, I deserve to be hit!"
Qin Hao patted Xie Laozhuan on the shoulder and smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, Lao Xie, Ya Jing knows what you mean. Come on, let's drink."
He then turned to Zhao Yajing: "Yajing, don't take it to heart. He's still not over what happened with Jia Xiaoying."
Qin Hao poured Xie Lao a glass of wine and said earnestly, "Old Xie, listen to me. Jia Xiaoying was never a good match, it's a good thing they broke up. When the time comes, I'll find you a reliable girl, I guarantee you'll live a life of bliss!"
Upon hearing this, Old Xie couldn't hold back his tears, which streamed down his face. He hugged Qin Hao tightly, choking back sobs, "Old Qin, buddy... buddy, I've let you down..."
Qin Hao patted his back and gently comforted him, "It's okay, who hasn't been heartbroken over a relationship? It'll pass. Men are men, they can take things in stride."
Seeing Xie Lao turn around like this, Zhao Yajing's anger subsided.
Yang Shumo also advised, "That's right, Lao Xie, look at me, I'm still single, aren't I? For us men, career is the most important thing. Once we've made our careers successful, what kind of woman can't we find?"
Old Xie wiped away his tears and smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry you had to see this. Come on, let's have a drink, let's not talk about those unpleasant things today."
The atmosphere at the table became lively again. The four of them drank and chatted, talking about work, life, funny stories from the past, and plans for the future. The fire was warm, the wine was fragrant, and laughter filled the air.
The drinking session lasted from evening until late at night. Yang Shuma drank the most and eventually fell asleep on the table. Xie Laozhuan was also unsteady on his feet and had to be helped back to his room by Qin Hao. Zhao Yajing had a high alcohol tolerance and, although she had also drunk quite a bit, she remained relatively sober and helped Qin Hao clear the dishes.
By the time they finished packing, it was already past 1 a.m. Qin Hao and Zhao Yajing went back to their rooms to rest.
Qin Hao and his two companions stayed in Taishan Township for another three days. During these three days, they did nothing of importance; they just ate, drank, chatted, walked in the snow, and enjoyed the rare leisure time.
Mr. Xie's mood had clearly improved a lot.
Yang Shumo's project also made progress. He spoke with the Hong Kong side, who agreed to sell the first phase of the project as a package. Although the price was lower than the retail price, it would allow him to recoup his investment in one go. Yang Shumo calculated that this money would be enough for him to start the second phase of the project.
"Old Qin, your idea is brilliant!" Yang Shumo said excitedly. "People from Hong Kong have already arrived and will be here in a few days. Once they've inspected the site, signed the contract, and the money is in my account, I'll start the second phase of construction immediately!"
Qin Hao nodded: "That's good. Let's hurry, the sooner the better."
The night before they left, the four of them got together for dinner again. This time they didn't drink much; they mainly chatted.
After dinner, Qin Hao called Yang Shumo aside and solemnly instructed him: "The second phase of the project, either start immediately, or don't do it at all."
Yang Shumo was somewhat surprised: "Old Qin, you mean..."
Qin Hao patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Jia Shifa is a ticking time bomb. We should finish the second phase of the project before he explodes, make some money, and get out of there. Otherwise, he might blow our clothes off and we won't be able to leave."
Yang Shumo's heart tightened. He knew Qin Hao wasn't one to exaggerate; if he said that, he must have his reasons.
"Jia Shifa...is he really going to get into trouble?" Yang Shumo asked.
"What do you think?" Qin Hao countered, "Although he did those things discreetly, the truth will eventually come out. No one is reporting him now because everyone still needs him to do their jobs. Once the matter is settled, or someone has a conflict of interest with him, it could be exposed at any time."
He paused, then continued, "Besides, think about what kind of person Niu Tinggui is. Would he willingly become Jia Shifa's son-in-law? Would he not covet Jia Shifa's money? Jia Xiaoying marrying him is like inviting a wolf into the house."
Yang Shumo was horrified. He had been so busy with the project that he hadn't considered this possibility. Now that Qin Hao had mentioned it, he realized the seriousness of the situation.
"Then... what should I do?" Yang Shumao asked.
"Hurry up," Qin Hao said. "Once the Hong Kong boss comes to inspect, you sell the entire first phase of the project to him as a package. Once you get the money, start construction on the second phase immediately. The second phase needs to be done quickly, ideally within a year. After completion, sell it as soon as possible to recoup the investment. Then..."
He looked into Yang Shumo's eyes: "Then you should leave Taishan Township and go back to Beijing. The waters here are too deep; it's not a place for you."
Yang Shumo fell silent. He understood Qin Hao's meaning. The Taishan Township project, while the starting point of his career, was also a place of great controversy. Jia Shifa was like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
"Okay, I understand." Yang Shumo nodded emphatically.
"Okay." Qin Hao nodded. "Take care. Call me anytime if you encounter any difficulties."
The next morning, Qin Hao and his two companions returned to Beijing. Not long after they arrived home, Yang Shumao's third sister, Yang Shuying, came looking for them.