Figure 154 in Chapter 46

  Fenghua County naturally does not have a bus that departs for Guangzhou. In fact, among the direct express trains to Guangzhou that stop at Fenghua, there is only one, Train No. 49, which runs from Shanghai to Guangzhou. Every day, Train No. 49 leaves one sleeper ticket and ten hard-seat tickets for Fenghua Railway Station. Kong Haijiang was incredibly resourceful and managed to get his hands on the sleeper ticket and six of the hard-seat tickets.

  Lin Zhenhua asked Kong Haijiang to buy the ticket for Lan Wufeng a little further away from the people of Hanhua Factory, but Kong Haijiang really couldn't do it because the 49th ticket left for Fenghua County was just the same grid as the hard seat. However, this didn't bother Lan Wufeng much. After he got on the train, he changed seats with another passenger in a different grid under the pretext of being afraid of wind and carsickness, thus avoiding the awkwardness of sitting together with people from Hanhua Factory.

  Zhu Tiejun was able to enjoy the soft sleeper treatment and went straight to the soft sleeper car after boarding. The remaining few people sat down, pulled out a deck of cards, and started playing "Fight the Landlord". "Fight the Landlord" is played by four people, Lin Zhenhua voluntarily gave up the opportunity on the grounds that he didn't like playing cards, so Fan Shibin, Luo Qisheng, Kong Haijiang, and Zhong Rulin formed a perfect group of four to play together, having a great time.

  Lin Zhenhua watched everyone play cards for a while, then quietly left his seat and came to where Lan Wufeng was sitting. Lan Wufeng squeezed in a bit and made room for Lin Zhenhua to sit down.

  "Fengzi, do you want to eat something?" Lin Zhenhua asked. In those days, people taking the train all brought their own dry rations. Before departure, his sister Xiaofang had cooked a dozen eggs for Lin Zhenhua and also made some rice cakes, enough for him to eat on the way.

  Lan Wufeng shook his head: "No need, Lin Ge, my mom has also prepared food for me."

  Lin Zhenhua didn't force him, he just peeled an egg and ate it himself. Seeing a middle-aged man sitting opposite him with a somewhat envious look, Lin Zhenhua couldn't help but hand over the rice box containing eggs and asked: "Master, do you want to have an egg?"

  "Thank you little brother." The middle-aged man spoke with a Sichuan accent, took an egg, cracked it open and peeled the skin, while asking: "Little brother, are you together with Lan brother?"

  "Yes, we are together." Lin Zhenhua said.

  "What's your surname?" The middle-aged man, either because he had eaten Lin Zhenhua's eggs and was enthusiastic, or because he was born to like chatting with people, started asking questions in a few words.

  "My surname is Lin, you can just call me Little Lin." said Lin Zhenhua.

  "My surname is Qi, you can just call me Old Qi."

  "Oh, Lao Qi, what line of work are you in?" Lin Zhenhua asked politely.

  "I'm unemployed," said the middle-aged man who called himself Lao Qi, "I'm a freelancer."

  "Hmph..." Lin Zhenhua almost spat out the egg in his mouth. Freelancer, what a transcendent word this is! To think that it's already 1980 at this time.

  "What's wrong, Xiaolin? Don't you believe me?" Old Qi's face revealed a self-satisfied smile. "I knew you wouldn't believe me. Let me tell you, I've been to university, worked as a laborer, been in prison, and met central leaders. There's nothing in this world that I dare not do. I don't like following rules and conventions; I prefer a free profession."

  Lin Zhenhua nodded, fortunately he knew that at that time there was no such profession as multi-level marketing, otherwise he would have thought that Lao Qi was a multi-level marketer, and it was really too much nonsense.

  "Lao Qi, what have you been busy with lately?"

  "I've been studying geography recently," said Lao Qi.

  "What did you find out?"

  "Of course, I have an important outcome and am just about to suggest it to the central leadership."

  "Hmm, if it's not a secret, can we hear the good stuff first?" Lin Zhenhua said. He was certain that this old Qi must be a big scammer, but he didn't have much money in his pocket anyway, so what was there to fear? At times when taking the train was so unbearable, chatting with a scammer could also be a pleasant thing.

  "Of course." Lao Qi didn't expect Lin Zhenhua to have so many twists and turns in his mind. Hearing that Lin Zhenhua was interested in his research results, he was also excited: "I'll ask you, how big is China's area?"

  "About 960 million square kilometers."

  "How much arable land does China have?"

  "It's probably around one-tenth, about 1.8 billion mu of arable land."

  "Right!" Old Qi slapped his thigh, "Do you know why our country has a small cultivated area? If the cultivated area of our country can be doubled, what do you think it will be like?"

  Lin Zhenhua's mind was a bit dizzy: "Our country's western region is dry, like Xinjiang's Taklamakan Desert, that's a vast desert, it can't be cultivated."

  Lao Qi was like meeting a kindred spirit: "Xiao Lin, I found that you have a very clear mind. If one day I make a name for myself, I will definitely ask you to be my secretary."

  "I don't understand." Lin Zhenhua chuckled and said, "Old Qi, are you going to turn the desert into a green state?"

  "Of course!" said Old Qi, "After my research, I found that the fundamental reason for Xinjiang's drought is that the Himalayas are too high and block the water vapor from the Indian Ocean. If we dig a big hole in the Himalayas, the water vapor from the Indian Ocean can blow all the way to Xinjiang, and then Xinjiang will be as rainy as our Jiangnan."

  "Wait a minute!" Lin Zhenhua suddenly remembered something, and he looked at Lao Qiu and asked: "Lao Qiu, what you just said reminds me of someone. May I ask, what is your full name?"

  "My name is Qi Zhongmou."

  Lin Zhenhua's eyes widened: Qi Zhongmou, great god! The greatest of the great gods, Qi Jüshén! Even using the term "great god" to describe him is not enough, he is simply the Tu-154 of the great gods!

  Lin Zhenhua was unfamiliar with people in the business circle before, but this name of Qi Zhongmou was like thunder in his ears.

  Qī Zhòngmóu, male, from Sichuan Province, born in 1944. He once attended a university in Sichuan Province but dropped out for some inexplicable reasons. Later he became a worker in a factory. During the chaotic years, he surprisingly wrote a book called "The Future Road of China", which comprehensively reflected on the chaos. As a result, he was arrested and sentenced to death, narrowly escaping with his life.

  After the fall of the Gang of Four, Qi Zhongmou was released from prison and received by central leaders. He refused the good intentions of the central leadership to reassign him a job, insisting on creating his own world.

  In the following decades, Qi Zhongmou started from peddling small commodities and gradually established a huge business empire. One of his most famous operations was to exchange several hundred trucks of China's unsold goods for four Tupolev 154 large passenger planes from the Soviet Union on the verge of bankruptcy.

  This man was bold in his actions and had a unique approach to life. He was once rich enough to rival a country, but also went bankrupt and imprisoned several times. In the era when Lin Zhenhua traveled through time, it was said that this gentleman was still happily researching weight loss methods in prison.

  From Lin Zhenhua's perspective, this man's life experience was simply a gold-fingered journey through time and space. But now, the protagonist sat in front of him, dressed in simple clothes, so poor that he couldn't even afford an egg to eat.

  "What's wrong, Lin brother? Have you heard of my name?" Qi Zhongmou asked, seeing the dull look in Lin Zhenhua's eyes.

  "It's not that it's not, just Brother Qi's masterstroke, which shocked me." Lin Zhenhua hastily shook his head, "Brother Qi, I don't know what big plan you have this time going to Guangzhou?"

  "Alas, I haven't found a good project yet." Qi Zhongmou sighed. "I opened a store in Chongqing and originally wanted to go to Shanghai to stock up on goods, but when I got there, I saw that they were very strict, and private individuals couldn't wholesale goods at all. There was no way out, so I had to go to Guangzhou to try my luck."

  "I heard that Guangzhou is more open-minded, and many individual business owners from all over the country come to Guangzhou to purchase goods," said Lin Zhenhua.

  "Guangzhou I've run many times before, a lot of goods here are also smuggled in, all cash transactions, one hand hands over the money, the other hand hands over the goods."

  Lin Zhenhua asked strangely: "It was originally so, what else do you want to do?"

  "My goods haven't been sold yet, where is the money to stock up? At most, I can only gather a few hundred yuan at a time, and not much goods can be stocked. Doing it this way, when will there be some results?"

  "What's up, Brother Qi? Are you very familiar with Guangzhou?"

  "It's okay, I guess. I've been here a few times."

  "Where do you usually live?"

  "There's a reception office under the Second Light Industry Bureau, I have a friend there who can find a cheap place to stay. If Lin brothers don't have a place to stay, you can come with me, one night for 1.5 yuan, absolutely cheap." said Qi Zhongmou.

  Lin Zhenhua pointed to Lan Wufeng and said, "It's not me who lives here, it's my brother. I'm following the factory on a business trip, so I have a place to stay. If Brother Qi is convenient, please help arrange for my brother."

  "No problem, I'll take care of it myself." Qi Zhongmou said with a sense of justice.

  "Come on, come on, Brother Qi, didn't you rush around in Shanghai and didn't have time to buy food? Since we met, it's fate, let's eat together." Lin Zhenhua handed the lunchbox to Qi Zhongmou, warmly inviting him to eat eggs and rice cakes. Lan Wufeng looked at them with confusion, thinking that this Brother Lin was being overly generous again.

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