Chapter Thirty-Four: The Shameless Whoremonger Who Lost His Way to the Pacific Ocean

  He finally remembered the little guy sleeping next to him, turned his head and took a look. Ye Haodong's sleep posture belonged to the type that was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, snoring loudly. His appearance was still passable, barely handsome, but compared to Fang Yixin's boyfriend, he was far inferior. However, his physique was truly beautiful, thanks to years of martial arts training. After carefully recalling the events of last night, Nong Juntian tragically discovered that she had actually initiated everything herself and had even absurdly asked the boy to accompany her for the night in exchange for money.

  "My god! Nong Junting, you silly girl, indulgence should have a limit, right? Now it's too late, can't cover up anymore. That kid is not even eighteen years old yet, what if he accuses me of seducing a minor? This is so embarrassing, I've lost face all the way to the Pacific Ocean." In the bathroom, Nong Junting looked at her reflection in the mirror, thinking about everything on Ye Haodong's ID card, and muttered to herself in regret.

  She hastily washed up, put on the clothes that Ye Haodong had torn in many places, and endured the double pain of her body and soul. Before leaving, she threw down 2,000 yuan as a fee for the night. It turned out that this guy was still entangled in the question of who slept with whom last night. The matter had already happened, and Nong Xiaojie insisted on defining it as prostitution, and it was her, Nong Juntian, who slept with this stinky boy.

  Ye Haodong still couldn't think of anything, so he comforted himself by thinking it was just a beautiful dream. However, occasionally he would wonder if the girl would be so upset that she would commit suicide or become unmarriageable, and maybe even get pregnant? His wild thoughts were all over the place, but in short, for a period of time, Ye Haodong was very entangled and uneasy, both for the sake of the unknown girl and for Jiang Lan who trusted him unconditionally at university.

  With a sense of unease and nostalgia, Ye Haodong bid farewell to Jiang Lan, who was studying alone in a foreign land, and boarded the train to Guangdong Province. Two days later, he arrived at Yangcheng, the provincial capital of South Guangdong. Holding an introduction letter from Hu Jianping, Ye Haodong came to Wuyang Cultural Transmission Co., Ltd.'s subsidiary, Wuyang Printing Factory.

  Things went unexpectedly smoothly, a well-known trading company in the Xiangjiang region was in need of a large quantity of copperplate paper. Their original supplier was an Indonesian factory, but this year that factory suffered a severe fire, limiting production and unable to fully meet the trading company's needs. So they turned their attention to the mainland, and it just so happened that Ye Haodong's batch of paper was willing to be sold at a price lower than the domestic market price. Under the mediation of Lu Changlong from Wuyang Printing Factory, both parties met smoothly, and after receiving the samples sent from Shencheng, the other party signed the procurement contract with satisfaction.

  A contract of 10,000 tons, the paper mill's inventory was sold out in one go, half of it was gone. Including the previous one in Shencheng, the paper mill's inventory level suddenly reached an acceptable range.

  Ye Haodong returned to Gangcheng with a full payment of 70 million cash check, but what awaited him was an even more complicated new starting point. The paper mill needed to be expanded in scale, personnel recruitment and business direction and strategy all needed to be adjusted; Er Xinzi had come back, this man who had made a name for himself in Gangcheng for many years, the real evil tyrant would definitely find trouble with him; Xinglu Green Steel Factory had already signed a contract with Song Hao's Wanbao International Construction Co., Ltd. for the supply of threaded steel; The second half of 1995 was destined to be a year with stories in Ye Haodong's life.

  Time has entered the golden autumn season. Shencheng, Nongfu Yiyuan.

  Nong Weixin's anger soared to the sky, his roar could blow off the roof: "You shameless stinker, tell me, who is that little scoundrel? Whose child is in your belly?"

  In the farmer's living room, a ninety-year-old farmer sat steadily, watching his son scolding his granddaughter, with all family members present. Nong Juntin's big eyes occasionally glanced at her great-grandfather, but ignored the old man with a white beard. This little girl had a number in her heart, no matter what Grandpa said, it was all nonsense, and in the end, it was still up to the old master.

  Nong Yifu finally spoke up, and with one sentence, the old man settled the matter: "Nong Weixin, shut up!" He looked around, and everyone was silent, listening intently. "Who is that kid? If you want to know, it's easy to find out, but that's not important now. What's important is that our Nong family's fourth generation is too weak, and this thing with Xiaoting is a bit absurd, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. If she's having a boy, then he can be considered one of our Nong family's descendants." He let out a sigh of relief: "I've finally seen the fifth generation."

  The whole house is full of people. There's this old grandfather who doesn't take crap from anyone, no wonder there's such a bold and daring young girl.

  Nong Weixin glanced at his son Nong Jia Sheng, who was standing neatly below, and scolded in a hateful tone: "You've taught your daughter well, she's just as foolish as you are, can't even tell things apart."

  Nong Yifu was furious: "Which one are you talking about? Xiaoting is my own son, I raised him myself. Are you scolding your son or scolding me?"

  "Nonsense, Grandpa, Dad, don't quarrel anymore. It's all my fault, I didn't educate Xiaoting well. I'll get someone to find that kid and you can deal with him then."

  Nong Yifu: "I've told you all not to look for it, what's the point of bothering? Am I dead? Are you in a hurry to take over?"

  Nong Junting sneered secretly: The old master is still on my side, and Grandpa and Dad don't know the details. If they knew that the baby in my belly was conceived with a minor boy under those circumstances, it would be even more embarrassing to spread the word. They say others are unclear, but they themselves are unclear. She also thought: No matter how he came, the child is innocent after all. Mom's mistake has no reason to let the child suffer. The old master said that not going to care who his father is, at least I am his mother, and I have a duty to protect him. But it can't be too easy for that little wine ghost Ye Haodong either. Eventually, this young lady will still go find trouble with you, see if you have the qualifications to be the father of this child.

  Steel City, the only old town area.

  Er Xinzi and two friends who came back with him from Xinjiang, along with a group of more than ten former subordinates, were discussing how to deal with Ye Haodong.

  Er Xinzi, 38 years old, with a typical Northeastern physique, having been through three prisons, always carrying a gun and a knife as if they were his wife and children. He has a reputation for being fiercely brave and ruthless, even among the provinces, he is considered a notorious big shot. In the store, the best location, surrounded by more than a dozen small-time hoods like Xiao Tudou and Bao Er Ye, all looking up to him as if he were the moon among the stars.

  Er Xinzi rose to fame nearly twenty years ago, in the late stages of the Cultural Revolution. It was said on the streets that during that chaotic period, he had been involved in taking lives. His ruthless and cunning nature, combined with his sense of loyalty, made him a leading figure in the Gangcheng underworld.

  Two new cellmates from Xinjiang, both are Hei Sheng people. One is called Bao Quan Er and the other is Xiao Tui Er, both are nicknames, no one knows their real names. One is good at guarding so he's called Bao Quan, the other specializes in fighting, his strong point can be inferred from his name.

  Er Xinzi's face was filled with grief and indignation, tears welling up in his eyes: "The Shanlong Army brothers are my good brothers, we've been through so much together for so many years, they saved my life at Fenghuang Ridge, so I must avenge this grudge no matter who the enemy is!"

  Bao Er Ye was also an old buddy who had followed him for many years, but he also had a good relationship with Zhu San Er. This time, entrusted by Zhu San Er, he wanted to mediate the matter, and Ye Hao Dong's side had already opened the price to one million. For these people who mixed in the underworld, that amount of money was enough to buy twenty lives, so he was very confident that he could persuade Er Xin Zi to give up revenge against Ye Hao Dong.

  "Second brother, when I came over, Zhu San'er gave me a message. I chatted with him for a couple of sentences. He meant that Ye Haodong intends to give you some money to see if this matter can be settled."

  "Did you promise him?"

  "None of that, I haven't even told you about it yet, this matter still needs your approval."

  "Little Potato interrupts: 'How much does he plan to take out?'"

  "One million!"

  Everyone present gasped in unison, Ye Haodong this little brat has a big handwriting!

  Er Xin's expression remained unchanged: "Zeng Baoluo, do you think I should agree with him?"

  Zeng Baoluo was called "Bao Er Ye" by his big name, more than a decade ago, few people called him that, unless they were old brothers, no one knew this name. Er Xinzi had not called him that in over a decade, and the tone was not kind. Unfortunately, Zeng Baoluo did not understand Er Xinzi's intention.

  "I think like this, Second Brother. We've been in the underworld for over a decade, but we haven't established any business or industry. Our only skill is fighting, and our income comes from collecting protection fees. In today's society, it's getting harder to make a living doing this. I've already had to find a group of laborers to work with me at the Tie Xi Furniture City, just to make ends meet. At my age, my enthusiasm for this life has faded, but loyalty is still important. My own life is somewhat secure now, but Second Brother, you and our brothers still don't have a good way out. We're not getting any younger, and we can't keep fighting for many more years. If we get that one million, you could lead the brothers in starting a legitimate business. With your reputation and connections, I'm sure you'll be able to achieve great things. Then everyone will live well, buy houses, and get married - isn't that better than our current situation?"

  Er Xinzi initially listened to him with a poker face, but as he continued, his expression became increasingly ugly. When Zeng Baoluo finished speaking, Er Xinzi finally couldn't hold back, picked up a wine bottle from the table and smashed it heavily on Zeng Baoluo's head. Poor Zeng Baoluo was no match for Ye Haodong's two blows, and he was hit so hard that his head cracked and bled profusely, falling to the ground on the spot.

  "My brother's life is more precious than anything! Whoever moves, must pay with their own life. From today on, you dog day's Zeng Baoluo are no longer my brother. Considering our past relationship, I'll spare your life this time, get out of here quickly!"