dkrc Chapter 9 Shenzhen and Luohu
Chapter 9 Shenzhen and Luohu
In front of a tailor shop on Chun'an Street, there is a large red sign with the bus schedule displayed.
A large crowd gathered in front of the tailor shop, waiting for the bus to the provincial station so they could transfer to another bus to go where they wanted to go.
"Have you heard? Zhao Desheng's stupid son got a fancy motorcycle and drove around the streets all morning!"
"Hey, you know what, even though he's a rich kid, that motorcycle is really cool."
"If only I had a motorcycle, I wouldn't have to wait here for half a day for a ride!"
"Who can argue with that? But motorcycles are damn expensive! Three or four thousand a bike, who can afford that?"
Passengers preparing to depart were discussing the incident, all expressing surprise at what had happened that morning.
Without a doubt, Zhao Jiahao's motorcycle incident will be a hot topic on Chun'an Street for the next few days.
"Yang-ge, it's blown up! It's completely blown up!"
Liu Huiqiang suppressed his excitement but could not hide it as he spoke.
"That conspicuous Zhao Jiahao circled Chun'an Street several times in just one morning!"
"That's great! I just called Zhang Qiang, and he said several business owners who weren't initially interested have re-inquired about motorcycles with him!"
As Zhao Jiahao gained fame, many wealthy people began to investigate who had procured the motorcycle for the Zhao family.
Zhang Qiang had been trying to connect with motorcycle owners for the past two days, which naturally attracted attention.
These business owners want to buy cheap motorcycles for their families and friends, and some even want to modify their current motorcycles to have a larger displacement engine.
"How about Wenqing? Has the consignment license been processed yet?"
Wang Yang, on the other hand, remained quite composed; the current situation was within his expectations.
"It's all done! Everything's been processed and registered in the system. The paper documents have been mailed back to my home!"
When the topic of consignment licenses came up, Liu Hui's expression became even happier.
With a consignment license, all you need to do is register all the modified motorcycles as consigned goods from someone else to avoid inspection and penalties.
With this safety guarantee, I can finally work with peace of mind.
"You haven't forgotten your border pass, have you?"
Shenzhen is a special economic zone, and you need a border pass to go there. You have to report your travel plans every time you go.
Fortunately, the checks weren't strict, and Wang Yang's application for a visit to a friend was approved.
"I brought it. Yang-ge is so thoughtful."
Liu Hui had never traveled far before, and without a border pass, he would probably be stopped on the way.
"But Yang, it's so troublesome for us to go to Pengcheng, how are we going to bring the parts back? There are so many lumps of iron in there."
At this point, Liu Hui's expression became somewhat unnatural, and he voiced his question.
Goods worth a few thousand yuan, even if they are scrap, will be subject to control if their origin is unclear.
Obviously, Wang Yang and his group couldn't possibly carry the goods around like middlemen.
If you can't bring the goods back, even if the cost is cheap, it's all for nothing, and you won't make any money at all.
"You're quite sharp. You're right. There's no way the two of us can bring the goods back."
"Brother Yang, what do we do? If we can't bring the goods back, won't all our work have been for nothing?"
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Liu Hui became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and hurriedly asked for a solution.
"There are a lot of people and distractions here, so relax. Since I've chosen to go, I can find a solution."
Wang Yang leaned back in his chair, looking confident and composed; he had already come up with a plan.
In those days, factories in Shenzhen had a considerable quota for "processing trade" (processing with supplied materials, processing with supplied samples, processing with supplied parts, and compensation trade).
In order to earn extra money, some factories choose to secretly sell a portion of their quotas.
At its peak, some people even set up shell factories to exploit the quotas for processing trade and resell goods.
In Luohu Village of Shenzhen, smugglers flock to the area, specializing in transshipping goods and holding these quotas in their hands.
The destination of this trip is Luohu Village in Shenzhen.
"Brother Yang, the car is here."
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Pengcheng, Luohu Village.
Unlike the high-rise commercial centers that Wang Yang remembers, Luohu Village today is still made up of brick houses and tile-roofed buildings, full of the warmth of everyday life.
Groups of children by the roadside were rolling hoops, playing hopscotch, and playing with tin frogs, their faces beaming with smiles.
"Popsicles! Five cents each!"
An old man selling popsicles on the street was shouting his wares, but when he climbed up the pole at night, not many people bought any.
"Uncle, two popsicles, please!"
"Okay, handsome, your voice sounds a bit unsteady. You're not a local, are you?"
The old man selling popsicles was knowledgeable and immediately recognized that Wang Yang and Liu Hui were not locals.
"Uncle, you have a good eye. We came here because we're looking for some work to earn money."
"We've only been here a short time, and it's already getting late. We don't know where we can find a place to rest."
As Wang Yang spoke, he took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and lit one for the old man.
The two had just arrived in Luohu Village and were unfamiliar with the place, so they needed to ask the locals for information.
The popsicle vendor is the one with the best information.
"Hey, you've come to the right person. There's no good place around here that I, Old Wang, don't know."
"Don't even mention finding a place to rest; I can even find you jobs that pay!"
Old Wang took the cigarette from Wang Yang and took a couple of puffs with a smug look on his face.
"Uncle, we're from the same family! My surname is also Wang, and my name is Wang Yang! May I ask your name?"
Wang Yang hurriedly stuffed the rest of the Zhonghua cigarettes into Old Wang's hand, hoping to gain his favor.
In Luohu Village, Shenzhen, the most profitable job is naturally reselling goods, and even the least profitable job is related to that.
Old Wang's two moves really fooled Wang Yang, making him want to know what kind of money-making job the other party was talking about.
"Hey, you're pretty savvy."
"I, Wang Feng, never change my name or surname; those in the know all call me Guo Shanfeng!"
"Back when I was rich, I worked in a factory and managed more than a dozen people. They all had to respectfully call me Team Leader Wang!"
Old Wang got more and more excited as he talked. It was rare to meet someone who was interested in him, so he couldn't let it pass without having a good chat.
"Brother Yang, this old man sounds like he's trying to bluff us..."
Liu Hui leaned close to Wang Yang's ear and asked in confusion.
Wang Feng dressed casually and acted very casually; he didn't seem like someone who had ever been a manager.
"Is that guy with the buzz cut talking badly about your Master Feng?!"
Wang Feng pointed at Liu Hui and questioned him.
"Haha, you've misunderstood. I absolutely did not say anything bad about you."
When Wang Feng exposed him to his face, Liu Hui gave an awkward smile.
"Young people are so impetuous. For the sake of this cigarette, come with me, and I'll show you what Luohu is all about!"
Wang Feng snorted in dissatisfaction, but since he had accepted their gifts, he still decided to show the two of them the world.
Anyway, when it's time to close up shop, we might be able to make another profit by providing accommodation for these two kids.
"Yang-ge, are we coming or not...?"
Liu Hui was somewhat worried; his first impression of Wang Feng was that he was a boastful old man.
"Let's go take a look, since we're already here."