Tell Me, Who Is Han Li?

Fang Bai lay in bed, missing that silly girl who loved wearing Large Swing Skirts, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"Since I miss her, I should still make a trip there tomorrow."

"I'll inspect the TVs scheduled for repair over the next two days tomorrow, then hurry back the day after. It won't delay business."

"Yeah, and I'll buy that silly girl a Pager while I'm at it. It'll be much easier to stay in touch from now on."

He had originally planned to wait until Qin Shuyu replied with her exact dorm address before going, but that would take many days.

Whenever he thought of that Large Swing Skirt, it was as though some invisible force were pulling him toward her. The longing in his heart grew stronger every day.

Knowing which campus, grade, and major she was in made finding her troublesome, but it was still better than searching for a needle in a haystack.

Once he had made up his mind, he quickly fell asleep.

That night, Fang Bai slept comfortably.

But Guangtou Qiang, who had discovered that the money in the earthen jar beneath his bed and his chickens were gone, could not sleep at all.

"Damn it, who the hell is Han Li?"

"Han Li, do I have some grudge against you? Fine, you stole my money, but you even stole my chickens. Why didn't you steal my underwear too?"

"Scum! Put shit in the earthen jar!"

A few hours earlier, he and his lackey had slowly pushed their wooden handcart back.

At first, he had not noticed anything unusual.

Just as he was about to lie down by the bed, he spotted a line of writing. His pupils instantly dilated, his mouth fell slightly open, and his face was filled with shock.

He immediately pulled out the earthen jar and reached inside.

At first, he felt a stack of money, but something seemed wrong. The bills were a little wet.

Then a stench of chicken shit rushed out of the earthen jar, and he pulled out the money inside as well.

But what he pulled out was not money at all!

It was his own toilet paper! No wonder it had felt wrong.

Fuck, it even had shit on it!

Guangtou Qiang roared, fury blazing to the heavens, and could not stop himself from smashing the earthen jar.

The lackey outside heard Guangtou Qiang and came in, utterly confused. "Brother Qiang, what happened?"

"Some damn bastard stole my money!"

"Who was it? You just found out?"

"Fuck, look at the words on the ground! Damn it, if I find this Han Li, I'll chop him to death."

Only then did the lackey notice the writing in the mud. After reading it, he was stunned as well, then rushed back to his own small room. Seeing that his money was still there, he let out a sigh of relief.

When he returned to Brother Qiang's room, he heard him cursing again like an enraged lion, saying that the chickens were gone too.

"Brother Qiang, should we call the police?"

"Call the police my ass!

Damn it, he even stole the chickens. Does he have no shame at all?"

Guangtou Qiang cursed back at him. Calling the police would be the same as turning himself in. He had done plenty of illegal things this past year.

The lackey really wanted to tell him that thieves would not steal if they had any shame, but he did not dare say it. Standing several meters away, he asked, "Then what do we do?"

"Who the hell is this bastard Han Li?"

"No idea. Could it have been a thief who broke in, or one of your rivals trying to disgust you, Brother Qiang?"

"If it were a thief, the room would definitely have been turned upside down. But it wasn't, which means he knew where I kept my money." Guangtou Qiang turned toward his lackey and fixed him with a stare. "Have you bragged to anyone and let slip where I hid my money?"

He believed his lackey would not dare steal his money, but this guy loved to brag.

Fortunately, he had not kept all his money here.

Under Guangtou Qiang's scrutinizing gaze, the lackey grew flustered and quickly explained, "Brother Qiang, even if I bragged, how could I dare tell anyone where you kept your money? You have to believe me. If I wanted to steal it, I would've done it long ago. Could it have been some passerby?"

"It couldn't have been a passerby. It was definitely someone familiar with this place, someone who had been here before and knew where I hid my money. He came in and headed straight for the jar." Guangtou Qiang furrowed his brow and gritted his teeth as he recalled everyone in the village who had visited him.

The moment he thought about it, he came up with seven or eight people, and two or three of them seemed highly suspicious.

Dozens of kilometers away, Fang Bai had no idea what expression Guangtou Qiang had made upon discovering his money was gone, but he could guess.

What he did not know was that after Guangtou Qiang discovered the missing money, he felt that making money through car repairs was too slow. A month later, he robbed a gold store, failed to escape, and was thrown back into prison.

The next morning,

While having breakfast with his parents, Fang Bai told them that he was going to Shen City to see Qin Shuyu. He would leave that afternoon and be back as soon as the day after tomorrow, or the day after that at the latest. If anything came up, they could just call him.

If business was delayed, taking a day or two off would not be a big deal.

"It's good that you're going. Spend more time with Xiao Yu. What are you making all that money for in the end, if not to marry a wife and have sons? Haha." Liu Fengqing was very open-minded and wished her son would stay there for several more days.

If universities had not forbidden marriage and childbirth, she would have wanted to hold a grandchild long ago.

"Go on. Leave things at home to me."

Fang Shi chuckled. He had never met Qin Shuyu, but he had heard from his wife that the girl was very well-behaved and treated their son well. She would make the best daughter-in-law.

He did not believe that students could not date.

Now that his son had a successful career and decent grades, getting into college would not be a problem. Besides, after graduation he would still start a business, and he would have to find a wife eventually.

Qin Shuyu was a student at a prestigious university, a local girl born and raised here. What was there to be dissatisfied with?

But if it were his daughter dating that early, that would absolutely not do. He would definitely teach her a lesson with a belt.

Thinking of that, Fang Shi thought of the girl's parents. They probably felt the same way.

"Son, would that girl's parents agree to the two of you being together?"

"We don't know yet. We'll talk about it after I get into college. Don't worry about it."

"All right, I'm just reminding you. If she treats you well and is sincere about being with you, don't become fickle once you have money."

"I won't. I'm going to read. I still need to head out later."

Fang Bai did not want to discuss this issue too much. Otherwise, his parents might ask for Qin Shuyu's birth date and other details, or their curiosity might get the better of them and they might secretly go see Qin Shuyu's parents. That would be awkward.

So, he had not told his parents exactly where Qin Shuyu's parents lived, only that they were in business.

He went upstairs to read for a while. Once the Part-time College Students arrived for work, Fang Bai told them he would be away on business for the next two days and instructed them to handle the first step of removing the outer casings.

Fang Bai had recently made a simple process card, dividing television refurbishment into seven steps.

Step 1 (Removing the Outer Casing): Remove the TV's outer casing.

Step 2 (Inspection): Fang Bai inspected the sets and marked which parts needed repairs and which needed to be discarded.

Step 3 (Disassembly): Disassemble components according to the markings.

Step 4: Repairs.

Step 5: Clean the TVs.

Step 6: Assembly.

Step 7: Power-on testing.

Each step had specific tasks and requirements, including cleaning standards, power-on testing standards, and final acceptance standards.

No longer would every student complete six of the steps. Instead, they would all handle the first step, then divide up steps three through seven, with each person responsible for one step to form an assembly line.

At first, floor space had been limited, and Fang Bai had not yet figured out the best way to handle each process, so he had not set up assembly-line work.

Over the past few days, he had assigned personnel and tasks.

Assembly-line work had drawbacks too. For example, if someone was absent from a particular station, it could affect the production progress of the entire line.

But here, all these students were familiar with every step, so if someone was absent, another person could fill in.

Still, he did not have enough people to run more than one assembly line. The extra two or three workers would continue using the original work method.

But even with only one assembly line, production efficiency had improved somewhat. Each worker could steadily refurbish five TVs per day on average, producing thirty to forty refurbished TVs a day.

This batch of TVs would be fully refurbished in seven or eight days.

That also meant his wealth would grow even faster.

His next wealth target: one million yuan!

If he earned that much, his middle finger would level up again, and he would have accumulated enough seed capital to speculate on Subscription Certificates.