Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s
Chapter 109 - 103 Cooperation

Chapter 109: 103 Cooperation

He Xuewen didn’t mind at all and smiled, "Yes, my daughter is already ten years old, how can I not be old?"

Daughter ten years old? Then he must have a wife. Fat Guiyuan’s heart shattered into pieces, each piece turning into little sharp arrows, wishing she could stab this man with a few arrows. He already has a wife and a child, why is he still attracting women? And why does he still look so young at his age? Isn’t he just deceiving girls intentionally?

Fat Guiyuan snorted and didn’t bother with them anymore, turning her head and walking away. Niu Sanxian awkwardly smiled, "My daughter has been spoiled by me, she has a strong temper, but she has a good heart, just looks a bit fierce."

"It doesn’t matter, it’s normal for a girl to have a bit of temper. Besides, with Brother Sanxian’s personality, the daughter he raises won’t be bad at all."

He Xuewen really didn’t mind; to him, this plump young lady was at most seventeen or eighteen years old. In He Xuewen’s eyes, who had much experience, she seemed just like a child, and he wouldn’t bother arguing with a child over small issues.

He Xuewen and the others had also finished their meal. Most of the dishes on the table were eaten up, even the two bowls of dishes brought by Niu Sanxian later were finished. People nowadays really have good appetites, unlike people in the future where both men and women eat like cats.

The truck driven by Master Wang was the same Jiefang-brand large truck as Tian Mantong’s. All four of them climbed into the cabin, with beefy Niu Sanxian sitting alone in the back row, He Xuewen and Yang Wenbin sat in the front row, He Xuewen giving directions to Master Wang.

The truck had gone only a short distance when they saw a figure walking slowly in the distance. Master Wang instinctively slowed down since he usually would stop to give pedestrians a lift. He Xuewen initially didn’t pay attention, but when he saw that the pedestrian was Gao Yuzhu, he frowned and said to Master Wang, "Master Wang, no need to stop, let’s just go."

Master Wang also saw it was Gao Yuzhu, spat disdainfully, and sped up away. Gao Yuzhu, who was originally gasping for air, had been overjoyed when he saw the truck slowing down. Just as he was about to reach the truck’s door, the truck drove off. Annoyed, Gao Yuzhu really wanted to curse; damn it, it’s just my luck today, nothing is going right. Finally, a truck slows down, and it has to be He Xuewen’s, infuriatingly!

He Xuewen first took Yang Wenbin and the others to his home to load the goods. The dried bamboo shoots collected in the village were all piled up in his house, a whole room full of bamboo shoots, several thousand pounds. These bamboo shoots weren’t only from Yuequan Village; Jinkeng Village and other villages had some too.

These villages knew to sell the bamboo shoots to He Xuewen mainly because some girls who married from Yuequan Village learned of this news from home. They secretly dried the bamboo shoots and brought them back to sell to their parents’ home, like Jin Duofu’s family, who dried over a hundred pounds of bamboo shoots, the result of the entire family’s mountain excursion, one jin (half a kilogram) of bamboo shoots for sixtieths, three cents more expensive than the purchasing station, which made three yuan for a hundred jins.

The villagers, upon He Xuewen’s instructions, each left twenty to thirty jins of bamboo shoots for the purchasing station. Otherwise, the purchasing station wouldn’t have gotten any bamboo shoots, which would certainly raise suspicions. He Xuewen was worried that the villagers driven by small profits were reluctant to leave a few dozens of jins to the purchasing station, and specifically instructed Tian Bajin and Zhong Boqiang to supervise the villagers.

He Xuewen resold to Yang Wenbin at seventy-six cents per jin, while Yang Wenbin, transporting them to big cities like Shanghai, Hangzhou, and Suzhou, would definitely be able to sell them for nearly one yuan per jin, making everyone happy. The villagers were happy to earn a few more dollars, He Xuewen made a small fortune and was in a good mood, and Yang Wenbin, having seen the quality of the bamboo shoots—dried and tender, all of top quality—was confident that they would sell for a good price, so he was in a good mood too.

After they settled the payment and goods, Master Wang loaded bags of dried bamboo shoots onto the truck. The bamboo shoots were not weighed; they amounted to three or four thousand catties and looked like a small mountain. Master Wang skillfully scampered up and down, first covering the bamboo shoots with a tarpaulin, then securing them with a long rope crisscrossed around—soon, the goods were tightly packed, even heavy rain wouldn’t be a threat. He also left a small corner empty, as Yang Wenbin would definitely want to take some alcohol back later.

Upon seeing the large truck outside He Xuewen’s house after school, Tian Sisi knew her daddy was back. She dropped her schoolbag and ran excitedly towards the He Family’s home, wondering if Daddy had bought her a doll this time?

Tian Sisi had always loved dolls since she was young; however, her mother in her previous life was a tomboyish type—not only did she dislike dolls herself, she wouldn’t allow Tian Sisi to like them either, thinking it was a distraction from more serious pursuits. Thus, each time Tian Sisi saw the beautiful dolls of various sizes in stores, she could only sigh longingly. Now, with a loving father, she wanted to fulfill the dream that wasn’t realized in her past life!

However, she wasn’t sure if there were dolls for sale in 1970s Shanghai. She had only briefly mentioned it to He Xuewen previously, and he had expressed regret, saying he should have thought of it since little girls naturally like dolls, especially a cute and lovely treasure like her. He Xuewen promised Tian Sisi that next time he went to Shanghai, he would look for a beautiful doll to bring back for his daughter.

Yang Wenbin and He Xuewen were leisurely sitting in the courtyard resting, with a gentle breeze brushing their faces and amidst blooming flowers and green leaves. Yang Wenbin deeply inhaled the fragrant air and said enviously, "You really know how to enjoy life, Xue Wen. Spending the afternoon in the courtyard, sunbathing, enjoying the flowers, and feeling the breeze—it’s truly idyllic."

"I’m just a poor creature struggling in this mundane world. My choice to live here is mainly for the sake of my health," He Xuewen laughed self-deprecatingly.

Xue Wen, don’t belittle yourself. When I’m free, I’ll introduce you to Mr. Yun. As long as you establish a good relationship with Mr. Yun, your deep-seated vengeance can be avenged soon."

"I truly appreciate your help this time, Wenbin. I won’t say any more polite words. From now on, you’ll have an endless supply of good wine," He Xuewen was genuinely grateful.

Yang Wenbin laughed heartily, "I like the sound of your last sentence. Remember that, I expect to be the first to receive your fine wines."

"Rest assured, as long as I, He Xuewen, have a day of resurgence, no matter when or where, all the good wine of the He Family will be supplied first to the Yang Family, unchanged for a century. Let’s shake hands on that promise."

He Xuewen spoke earnestly because he had thought this through deeply. The Yang Family had more members than just Yang Wenbin. If he didn’t present certain benefits, he couldn’t be certain of their wholehearted assistance. Thus, he took the opportunity today to propose future cooperation intentions to express his sincerity, believing that Yang Wenbin would convey this to his kin.

Yang Wenbin initially took it as a jest, but seeing He Xuewen’s seriousness, his expression also turned solemn, and he said word by word: "Fine, the He and Yang families shall maintain good relations for a century. Let’s seal it with a handshake today."

He could guarantee that, as he was the only one in the Yang Family dealing in business, and almost all the family’s expenses were covered by him. So, as long as it didn’t involve politics, he had complete decision-making power.

The two slapped their hands together firmly, resulting in a crisp sound; immediately after, they both burst into laughter. As clouds gathered and dispersed and birds flew startled, thus began the century-long cooperation between the He and Yang families, enduring across generations, to be celebrated as a fine tale in the business world. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation tickets or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)