Rong Yimin's building materials market is located in the industrial park of Maizitun Village. It has a total of two warehouses. Because of its fair prices and complete materials, it is the first choice for people in Dongling District to buy building materials.
At around five o'clock in the evening, Rong Yimin left the market and returned home by car.
His home is located on Nanti East Road, just over 20 minutes’ drive from the market.
At this time, Dongling had not yet been renamed Hunnan, nor had it entered the stage of vigorous development. The self-built small Western-style building in Rong Yimin's family seemed out of place among the large bungalows in the residential area.
Rong Yimin drove the car into the yard, saw the lights on in the house, opened the door and walked into the house.
"dad!"
In the living room, a little boy of five or six years old was sitting among a pile of toys and ran over with a smile.
"Why!"
Rong Yimin held his son in his arms and shouted, "When shall we eat? I'm almost starving to death!"
"Honey, let's go out to eat tonight!"
Rong Yimin's wife heard the shouting and came down from upstairs: "Tomorrow my second aunt's child is getting engaged. I asked everyone to come over for dinner today. I'm waiting for you."
"Is your family having a dinner together?"
When Rong Yimin heard this, he immediately lost interest: "If I had known, I would have eaten out and never come back!"
Rong Yimin's wife immediately rolled her eyes: "What are you talking about? My brother is getting engaged tomorrow. As a brother-in-law, why don't you, the brother-in-law, go over there and express your gratitude?"
"I don't like to deal with those people in your family. We have nothing to talk about when we sit together, and we don't enjoy the wine!"
Rong Yimin opened his handbag, took out about two or three thousand in cash and put it on the coffee table: "You can take this money as a gift and say that I have a party tonight and I can't go through."
The wife rolled her eyes: "I'm really convinced. You are a businessman yourself. If you get in touch with my relatives, they will be able to help you if you have anything to do. Isn't that great!"
"You can drag JB down! Among your relatives, the highest-ranking one is a deputy department. Sitting together and chatting, it's like his mother has joined the ministry! If I really need to do something, I can just spend money to find other people to solve it. Your family is so angry!"
Rong Yimin's parents-in-law are both middle school teachers, and his relatives are also civil servants in the street office and other grassroots departments.
Although these people together do not make as much money as Rong Yimin alone, in this turbulent era that has just experienced a wave of layoffs, Northeasterners are generally superstitious about the system.
The relatives of Rong Yimin's father-in-law's family usually chatted with each other in a foggy manner, each asking for 25,000 to 80,000 yuan, which made him resist that kind of atmosphere.
Although his wife was a little speechless at Rong Yimin's actions, she could understand his mood: "If you don't want to go, forget it, but we are gone, what are you going to eat at night?"
"How can I, a big man like me, starve to death? Let's go with you!"
Rong Yimin waved his hand and coaxed him in the living room for a while. After his wife finished putting on makeup and leaving with the children, he took out his mobile phone and called a foreman from the building materials market: "Xizi, what are you doing?"
The other party responded with a smile: "I just got home and am preparing to cook! What are your instructions, Brother Min?"
Rong Yimin asked with a smile: "Haha, I'm looking for a meal too. What delicious food can I get at home?"
Xizi asked with a smile: "What can I do for a bachelor? I fry the leftover rice from last night, pat a cucumber, and take one bite and that's it! Brother Min, if you don't mind, come to my house to eat One bite?"
Rong Yimin was speechless at once: "Fuck, you have leftovers, and I'll go over and deal with the chicken feathers! Let's do this, you call Elephant, Fu Xue, and Fatty Huang, and we can go out to eat!"
Xizi explained: "Brother Min, Fatty Huang has been lying at home for several days. It might be a bit difficult to eat out. Or I can find a restaurant to pack some dishes, and let's go to your house to drink!"
"Okay, then you can buy some cooked food or something. How much it costs, I will reimburse you later!"
Although Rong Yimin is a boss with an annual income of one million, he has no airs about him.
When he was a child, his family was well-off and he was always the leader of the area. After taking over the business, he arranged for his group of hair boys to work in the market.
It is precisely because of this chaotic management method that his business in the building materials market has been declining year by year, but the friends around him think of him from the bottom of their hearts.
Rong Yimin made a call, and within half an hour, several friends who lived nearby brought the food they bought and sat in the living room to drink with Rong Yimin.
At the dinner table, Xizi stuffed a piece of soy sauce beef into his mouth, chewed and said, "Brother Min, have you heard that the sand and gravel market in Dongling is going to change!"
Rong Yimin was in the building materials business and knew some news in the industry. He asked casually: "What's going on? Wu Yushu is coming?"
Xizi shook his head: "It's not Wu Yushu, but Zhao Fengnian from the Wang family who wants to integrate the sand and gravel market! It is said that they want to benchmark the old fifth district and raise prices uniformly!"
Rong Yimin thought for a moment and shook his head: "Zhao Fengnian? Have you never heard of this name before? Where does the Dragon Crossing the River come from?"
"Zhao Fengnian's Zhao family battlefield has been open for a long time. It is not large in scale and not well-known! But recently he found a boy named Lu Tao to partner in the Soviet area. I heard that Lu Tao was working in the battlefield when he was a teenager He was hanging out outside, and he was quite famous in the Soviet area when he was in school. He was a student leader! Later he got involved with Zhang Bing!"
The fat man next to him explained: "In 2005, the 607 Project was launched, and the remaining people around Zhang Bing were swept away. This kid was in jail at the time, so he escaped a bullet!"
Rong Yimin picked up the wine glass without interest: "We are not going to open a battlefield. Whether they are messy or not, what does it have to do with us?"
Xiziba said with a sigh: "What I'm worried about is that if these sand fields really want to raise prices, will it affect the sales of sand and gravel in our market? Our market has been getting worse and worse in the past two years. Now the sales of sand are in It accounts for a large part of the overall turnover, so if it is affected, it will be very troublesome!"
Rong Yimin said without taking it seriously: "It's okay. Our sand doesn't come from those battlefields. It's always been supplied by my classmate Yao Xiaowen. The price he gave me is very low. If the price of sand and gravel is really hit, , our profits will increase!"
While several people were chatting, the doorbell suddenly rang in the house.
Xizi, who was near the door, heard the doorbell and put down his wine glass: "Brother Min, is your sister-in-law back?"
The other two people were also a little nervous when they heard this.
Although Rong Yimin treats them well, his wife has always been disgusted with these poor friends who have been playing with him since childhood. There is no special reason. She just feels that they can't help the family except relying on Rong Yimin for support. Far worse than those relatives and friends at home.
"My daughter-in-law's second aunt lives in Huanggu. She called me just now and said that she had just arrived and she couldn't come back so soon even if she flew!"
Rong Yimin signaled to Xizi: "Go and see who is coming!"
"Why!"
Xizi stood up and opened the door, looking at the two strange young men outside, with confusion on his face: "Who are you looking for?"
Lu Tao outside the door smiled: "Excuse me, is this Rong Yimin, boss Rong's house?"
Rong Yimin inside the house heard the sound at the door and asked loudly: "Xizi, who is looking for me?"
Lu Tao didn't wait for Xizi's reply and had already walked into the room. Seeing that Rong Yimin was dressed better than the others, he guessed his identity: "Hello, Boss Rong, I am Lu Tao from the Zhao Family Battlefield."
