Chapter 63: A Windfall! The Chen Family Blocks the Door?

On the truck, Old Dao was driving personally, occasionally spitting a thick glob of phlegm out the open window, as if expressing scorn for Chen Dazhu’s overconfidence—how dare he try to block their path!

Li Junsheng hadn’t expected Chen Dazhu to keep watch at the factory gate all night, but since Old Dao didn’t ask about his history with Old Chen, Li Junsheng saw no need to elaborate. After some thought, he reminded Old Dao, “This shipment is different from last time. There’s far more of it. If you really can’t handle it all, we can find a way to clean it up, process it, and sell it off.”

“Leave the cleaning up to me,” Old Dao replied. “With my name on the township enterprise, I can take whatever you can’t manage.”

Especially since Li Junsheng himself had leased a workshop—might as well make full use of it.

But Li Junsheng had underestimated Old Dao. Old Dao chuckled, “You’re looking down on your brother, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I can take it all. Still, I’ve noted what you said. If I ever need help, I’ll come to you.”

Li Junsheng nodded. If Old Dao could absorb the whole shipment, so much the better—it saved him trouble. Cleaning up was only necessary when the goods truly couldn’t be handled.

As usual, Old Dao drove Li Junsheng to a safe spot and handed over the payment for the goods. The stack of bills resembled a small brick—heavy and substantial.

“Take it. Here’s your payment for this batch. Next time there’s a good deal like this, we’ll make money together again!”

Li Junsheng nodded, excitement surging as he took the two thick bundles of cash. This was money an ordinary person might never earn in a lifetime of hard work, but now it was firmly in his grasp.

He tucked the cash into his chest pocket and headed straight for the bank, depositing it the moment the doors opened.

After deducting the promised amount for Director Zhou, Li Junsheng cleared thirteen thousand five hundred yuan for himself. He deposited thirteen thousand, keeping five hundred for personal expenses.

Director Zhou had taken a larger share this time, so Li Junsheng’s profit was a bit lower, but the volume was great, the deal was above board, and he was more than satisfied.

He placed Director Zhou’s share in a kraft paper bag and spent some of his five hundred on fine cigarettes and wine.

With gifts and cash in hand, Li Junsheng returned to the machinery factory, heading straight for Director Zhou’s office.

Director Zhou had just started work. Seeing Li Junsheng arrive with good cigarettes and wine, he was noticeably warmer than the last time.

“Old Li, how did it go? Everything smooth?”

“Smooth as can be. Thanks to your certification, as soon as I received the balance, I brought your share right over. The cigarettes and wine are my extra thanks.”

Director Zhou accepted the thick kraft bag, his expression lighting up with delight.

Li Junsheng was pleased as well—today was a win-win for both him and Director Zhou.

This payout gave Director Zhou a taste of real profit. He invited Li Junsheng to sit and said eagerly, “When you finish digesting this batch, let’s do another. We’ll get rich together!”

Director Zhou’s rare enthusiasm prompted Li Junsheng to agree at once.

“Sure! Director Zhou, just contact me any time.”

Li Junsheng calculated that Old Dao would need some time to handle this shipment. If he couldn’t manage, Li Junsheng could get a truck and store the goods in the farm machinery workshop.

He couldn’t let Chen Dazhu have a chance—whenever Director Zhou had goods, he’d take the whole lot at once.

Li Junsheng wasn’t afraid of buying too much and losing money; this business was pure profit.

As long as Director Zhou acted quickly, there’d be more goods for him. Li Junsheng had to seize the opportunity, for after this period, such good deals might disappear.

“Director Zhou, keep an eye out for more goods. I can take as much as you have—just let me know.”

Li Junsheng showed an impressive appetite, eager to rake in as much as possible.

As it happened, Director Zhou shared the same thoughts; their interests aligned perfectly.

“Don’t worry about it. Whenever there’s a good deal, I’ll save it for you.”

Director Zhou was quite satisfied with Li Junsheng—he knew how to handle things. When he opened the kraft bag, it was clear Li Junsheng had given extra.

Coming with cash, plus fine cigarettes and wine—if Li Junsheng always behaved so thoughtfully, Director Zhou wouldn’t mind working with him long-term.

“You didn’t do badly this time, did you?”

Director Zhou probed, unable to hide a hint of envy in his tone.

He knew Li Junsheng had made a tidy sum—certainly several times more than the profit Director Zhou took in the middle.

How could Director Zhou not be jealous?

Li Junsheng smiled modestly, not revealing his actual earnings.

“Not as much as it seems; renting those big trucks costs a lot. The profit on this batch wasn’t high, just big on volume.”

Seeing he wouldn’t disclose the exact amount, Director Zhou couldn’t press further.

Li Junsheng did need to find a few trucks soon. Back home, he’d ask around for reliable vehicles—otherwise, he risked being gouged with sudden price hikes.

“Worked all night moving goods. Director Zhou, I’ll let you get back to work. I need to catch up on sleep—I'll treat you to dinner sometime.”

Li Junsheng rose to leave, and Director Zhou didn’t try to keep him.

After Li Junsheng left, Director Zhou counted the money—Li Junsheng had indeed given extra.

Li Junsheng, after leaving the factory, spent more on supplements for his third sister, Li Chun-ya, to help her recover from childbirth.

He also bought milk powder for his little granddaughter.

Once he'd finished shopping, he still had some pocket money left.

He considered giving a bit more to his youngest daughter, or perhaps some spending money to his grandson, Xiao Wei.

Making money wasn’t just for his own comfort—it was for his children and grandchildren, after all!

With a heap of supplements in hand, Li Junsheng happily climbed the stairs home.

But as he reached his door, he saw Chen Dazhu and Chen Zhiyuan sitting in the living room.

The door was wide open, both men watching the stairwell, clearly waiting for Li Junsheng.

His joy faded instantly, and he thought to himself that Chen Dazhu and Chen Zhiyuan were like ghosts—impossible to shake off.

After blocking him at the factory gate in the morning, they’d now tracked him home!

Were they so determined to find out what he’d been up to last night?

Li Junsheng truly didn’t want to see them. Ma Yulian was also in the living room; when she saw Li Junsheng, her expression was cold and full of disgust.

Yet when she noticed the supplements in his hands, her eyes showed greedy longing.

Li Junsheng really didn’t know how to manage money—get a little and he’d squander it on gifts to curry favor?

Ma Yulian had heard from Old Chen that Li Junsheng hadn’t been home all night and had only now returned; no one knew what he’d really been up to.

“Old Li, out so early—where have you been? Where are you coming from?”

As soon as Chen Dazhu saw Li Junsheng, he hurried over like a mosquito drawn to a living soul, greeting him with a smile.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, eager to take the heavy bags from Li Junsheng’s hands.