After hearing Chen Zikong's words, Xiong Xiling's mind moved and he said: "Hoarding is not yet strange, tell me in detail."

  Chen Zikong took over the package and opened it, inside were two account books. He said: "I don't understand accounting methods, I just roughly recorded the income and expenses, Master Xiong will know at a glance."

  Xiong Xiling took over the account book and carefully browsed it. The first book was a record of expenses, with every single expenditure for purchasing iron mesh listed clearly, including prices, quantities, personnel in charge, expenses, as well as expenditures on tools such as wood, saws, axes, and planes. Finally, there were labor costs, with each employee's salary listed, all accounted for down to the last penny.

  The second one is a record of the income, Xiong Xiling noticed that the price of the iron window and door sold was very low, he had also served as the Minister of Finance, and was familiar with economics. At this price, it was basically a loss-making business, where could they talk about making exorbitant profits?

  Slowly, Xiong Xiling's eyebrows relaxed, originally he didn't quite believe the police department's statement, now he finally understood that everything Chen Zikun did was for the public interest and not for personal gain.

  "Alright, tell me why you want to make this deal." Although he had already forgiven Chen Zikun in his heart, Xiong Xiling still maintained a serious expression.

  Chen Zikun said: "The reform of the feces industry is a heavy and long-term task, which affects the livelihoods and hygiene problems of tens of thousands of practitioners and even millions of Beijing citizens. It's not something that can be solved overnight. The authorities must start with simple things, such as public toilet management. On the day when the rules are released, it will also be the time when various materials such as iron mesh, quicklime, and disinfectant water rise in price. No business is honest, this is inevitable. But the extra money will definitely not be borne by the feces syndicate or the health bureau, but ultimately falls on the citizens. I bought iron mesh to save this money for the citizens."

  Xiong Xiling nodded repeatedly: "Go on."

  Chen Zikun said: "I bought up all the iron wire mesh on the market, and the merchants cleared out their inventory at a low price. I was afraid that the toilet maker would cut corners when making the window screens, so I organized people to process them myself. Because the public toilets are frequently entered and exited, the screen doors must be made with sturdy materials to be durable. The window screens and doors I made were all double-layered, and the wood was hardwood. Even so, the selling price was still 20% lower than the market price. Of course, there was some thin profit, which I gave to the workers. They were my neighbors when I first came to Beijing and lived in a big miscellaneous courtyard. I found them some work to do to earn some small money, and I think that's not excessive."

  Xiong Xiling sighed: "You have put in a lot of good effort, but unfortunately there are still people who slander and distort. Can I keep these two account books? Tomorrow I will go to the police station to help you get justice."

  "A gentleman is open and aboveboard, while a petty person is always worried. I don't care about their slander."

  Xiong Xiling nodded secretly, this young man's heart and lungs were exactly the same as Tan Si's in his memory.

  Chen Zikong was secretly cursing in his heart, luckily he had left a backhand, otherwise this time he would have been really schemed against by them. The person who secretly set him up didn't need to be guessed, it was Ma Lao Wu for sure. In the future when he fell into his hands, there would be consequences to face.

  Xiong Xiling almost wronged Chen Zikun, feeling a bit uneasy, and said: "I heard that as the owner of the cart factory, you led by example and pulled the cart yourself, why is that?"

  Chen Zikun said: If you don't pull the cart yourself, how can you know the hardships of the cart driver? The purpose of running a factory is not for me to enjoy wealth and luxury, but just to provide a way out for the poor people who have no means of living.

  Xiong Xiling said: "Well said, I really didn't misjudge you. My establishment of the Xiangshan Orphanage is for the homeless orphans, and your car factory is for the struggling masses who have no means of livelihood. We are on different paths but share a common goal. Nowadays, young people like you are truly rare. Alright, I'll sponsor ten cars for you."

  Chen Zikun immediately refused: "Huang Lao, absolutely not."

  Xiong Xiling was not surprised, on the contrary, if Chen Zikun agreed immediately, he would be puzzled. Although he was rejected, he was even more pleased, "Alright, I'll invest in ten rickshaws and you can give me a share of the annual profits, that should be fine."

  Chen Zikong then stood up to thank him: "Thank you, Master Xiong. With your ten cars invested in our Ziguang Car Factory, at least twenty poor people's livelihoods can be solved, and twenty families will no longer suffer from poverty and hunger. I represent them in thanking you."

  He finished with a deep bow.

  Xiong Xiling was even more moved. This young man had a heroic spirit and a heart of gold, his mind was on the welfare of the people, he was no ordinary person.

  ……

  Chen Zikun took a check from the Xiong's house and came back, ran to the Communications Bank to withdraw 1,300 yuan in cash, and brought Uncle Xue and Baoqing to the Dongfuxing Car Store to buy a car.

  Dongfuxing Carriage House is also a unique one in Beijing. The carriages they manufacture are made of solid materials, with exquisite craftsmanship, and the wooden beams have carved flowers. Of course, the price is also expensive, usually only officials and nobles buy them for private use. When Chen Zikun and his group arrived at the place, an attendant came over to greet them: "You few gentlemen, buying a carriage?"

  Bao Qing said: "Right, buying a car, call your boss over."

  The fellow said: "Sorry, boss is discussing business, that's all, I still have something to do, or you guys take a look first, the cars here are expensive."

  This remark is a bit condescending. Dong Fuxing's car, although expensive, is only thirty or forty yuan more than an ordinary foreign car. The fellow thought Chen Zikun and the others didn't look like car factory owners or rich families' stewards, but rather like ordinary carters who wanted to buy a car for themselves. This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with, having little money in hand but many demands, and being the hardest to serve.

  Bao Qingqi's nose was crooked: "Is this how you do business? It seems that my money is not considered money?"

  He said, putting down a cloth bag filled with silver coins and banknotes on the counter: "Buy ten new cars."

  The shop assistant was stunned, and the boss who was talking to a customer in another part of the store came over upon hearing the noise. He had much better eyesight than the shop assistant: "Ah, isn't this Boss Xue? What wind brought you here? And who are these two?"

  "This is my dad, this is our Ziguang Car Factory's Old Boss Chen."

  The shopkeeper immediately clasped his fists and bowed: "I've long admired you, please sit down, I'll get someone to brew some tea."

  Ziguang Chechang is a new star in the rickshaw world, although there are not many cars, all of which are Dongfuxing's purple round compartment carved flower cars, and they are all equipped with four electric stone lamps. Such a luxurious rickshaw is also unique in Beijing. In the past, it was managed by Baoqing, so the boss has a particularly deep impression of him and is convinced that Ziguang Chechang will surely soar to great heights in the future.

  The shopkeeper pulled out a packet of cigarettes and offered them to the men, saying: "Please sit down, I'll finish up that business over there and be right with you."

  Just then, a guest from the other side walked over, and upon closer inspection, it was none other than Yu De-shun from the Yu's Fertilizer Plant. He was dressed in a long gown and a large cloak, and even wore a calabaza hat, looking like a respectable person.

  "Lao Yu, you're also here to buy a car? For personal use?" Chen Zikun asked.

  Yu De Shun said, "I don't have that kind of luck, this isn't to give you a few more cars or something. Today I also got two official residences on Hutong, all thanks to your blessing." As he spoke, he gave a mysterious smile, as if it was a secret between the two of them.

  Chen Zikun understood his meaning, and like Xiong Xiling, he also wanted to use the excuse of investing in stocks to thank himself. Since others had this intention, he couldn't refuse either, so he said: "That's great, let's do it together, and we can get a better deal."

  The shopkeeper also understood and found out that it was a group purchase, so there's no way they wouldn't give a discount.

  There were thirteen cars in total, all of which had to be equipped with purple lacquer carriages and four electric stone lamps, totaling a price of 1,600 yuan, which was also a big deal for an old brand like Dongfuxing.

  The shopkeeper attaches great importance to it. There are not so many spot goods in the car dealership, but major components such as wheels, compartments, horns and headlights are readily available. He told Chen Zikun that he would arrange for workers to work overnight and deliver the car tomorrow.

  Chen Zikong paid the deposit and left Dongfuxing with Yu Deshun, found a teahouse to sit down and discuss how to divide the dividends for entering the stock.

  "I still don't believe you, how can you say that's the way it is?" Yu De Shun was full of confidence because he knew clearly in his heart that Chen Zi Kun was a straightforward and honest person. If he didn't even want such valuable manure, why would he take advantage of this small benefit for himself?

  ……

  The next day, Chen Zikun brought a dozen or so people to the Dongfuxing Car Company. Thirteen brand-new rickshaws were decorated with red and colorful decorations. Chen Zikun paid the remaining payment, pulled out the first car, and set off with his brothers in a grand manner. The thirteen new cars shone brightly, with two small flags tied to the handlebars, on which four large characters "Ziguangche Factory" were written.

  Thirteen carters were all robust young men, wearing blue cloth pants and white socks with black shoes, exuding a sense of vigor. When they ran, it was as if the wind followed them. Without pulling anyone, they pulled empty carts along the most prosperous part of the Forbidden City, circling three times. As Chen Zikun said, this is called living advertising.

  Back at the Ziguangche factory, a crowd of people had been waiting at the gate for some time, all dressed in their finest clothes. On the big Chinese scholar tree at the entrance to the courtyard hung five hundred firecrackers, which were lit as soon as the procession came into view, exploding with a deafening crash, covering the ground with red paper scraps that shone with festive joy.

  Ziguangche Factory added 13 new cars in one breath, plus the previous seven cars, the total number has reached as many as twenty vehicles. Although it is still not comparable to those large car factories with hundreds of vehicles, it is enough to be a small car factory.

  Yu De Shun also brought a few followers to come and congratulate, last time he came to find trouble and fight, this time however he came as a shareholder, the feeling is naturally different. Xue Ping Shun and others saw him and were very polite, calling out "Master Yu" left and right, Yu De Shun was quite happy in his heart, unintentionally puffed out his chest, and brought out the demeanor of the "King of Feces".

  Thirteen vehicles lined up in a row in the alley, and passersby stopped to watch, marveling at the sight. In Beijing, there was only one family that used Dongfuxing cars for transportation, and those equipped with four electric stone lamps were even more unique. As they listened to the praise of the onlookers, the faces of the people from the vehicle factory all lit up with smiles.

  An old man in a long gown and horse jacket came over with an entourage, Chen Zikun saw him and hurried to greet him. Yu Deshun saw that the old man had an extraordinary demeanor, so he asked Xue Ping: "Who is that person?"

  Xue Pingshun said blandly, "You don't even recognize this gentleman? He's an acquaintance of our boss Chen, the former Premier Xiong Xiling, oh, and he's also a major shareholder of Ziguang Automobile Factory."

  "Oh dear! It's him, the old master." Yu De Shun's eyes widened in awe, his admiration for Chen Zi Kun growing like a boundless river.

  Xiong Xiling was chatting with Chen Zikun when he saw his family's housekeeper running over, panting and whispering a few words in his ear.

  "I'll get the carriage ready, I'll go right away." said Xiong Xiling.

  "Today early in the morning, the mistress sat at home in a car to go to Xiangshan that side, has not come back yet. Otherwise I'll call a rickshaw for you."

  Chen Zikong said: "Guarding the car factory is called a foreign car, I'm coming."

  He then pulled out a new car and said: "Mr. Xiong, get in."