“You’re busy running around with clothes—buying and selling. Why not study the electronics industry and its supply chain instead?”
You Junyu took it to heart, quietly pondering.
After finishing the meal with You Junyu, Jiang Luo caught the afternoon train straight to Tianjin.
And so, Jiang Luo traveled across multiple cities nationwide, taking the Shengfei brand with him to negotiate partnerships, setting up production lines and fabric supply in local and nearby cities, all to sell Shengfei clothes in as many places as possible.
From Shenzhen, Haicheng, Tianjin, Wuhan, Zhengzhou, and other major cities, Shengfei clothes began appearing everywhere.
On TV, Fang Linjun repeated the line: “Looking for clothes? Go to Shengfei.” In streets and alleys across the country, many clothing stores stocked the brand.
At a time when only major cities or provincial capitals had branded women’s clothing in department stores, Shengfei became the first domestic women’s brand known to ordinary people.
Before, people went to markets picking clothes based on style or material. Now, thanks to the catchy nationwide commercial, many customers asked shopkeepers: “Do you have Shengfei clothes?”
Or in private conversations, they would say: “Shengfei clothes are stylish, and the price is just right.”
“Looking for clothes? Go to Shengfei.”
The commercial aired every day. On TV, Fang Linjun twirled at the fountain, while in reality, Shengfei clothes quietly left factories in batches, heading to major economically developed cities nationwide.
At Shengfei, Hongming, Shengfei’s factories, and all partnered clothing manufacturers, every production line in the sewing rooms ran only Shengfei clothes.
The factories worked day and night, sewing machines never stopping for even a second.
In Haicheng, as the secretary drove past major intersections in Jing’an, they noticed a large billboard featuring the stylish Fang Linjun in a dress, with six big characters next to her: “Looking for clothes? Go to Shengfei.”
As the car passed, Huo Zongzhuo in the backseat caught sight of the ad and smiled.
After a nonstop round of business trips, Jiang Luo finally returned to Shenzhen.
Coincidentally, Zheng Bin came to visit him. He invited Wang Chuang, and You Junyu hosted—they went out for meals, clubs, Hong Kong and Macau trips, spending freely like pure wealthy heirs.
The four of them went wild. Just in Hong Kong, they spent 20,000 yuan on meals, not counting their gambling and entertainment in Macau.
You Junyu, a factory-owning young master, carried large bundles of HKD and USD. The way he spent money was so flashy that, as Wang Chuang joked, even using paper to wipe your ass couldn’t justify carrying that much at once.
“Go to hell,” Wang Chuang laughed.
“You’re the one using USD to wipe your ass!” You Junyu shot back.
Wang Chuang hooked his arm around You Junyu’s neck: “You’re joking? I’m not even close to your level.”
“You went crazy back then, running to the market to steal business from your Grandpa Wang and Jiang Luo?”
“You were asking for trouble!”
“And naturally, you got caught, right? Ended up in police custody?”
“Peed your pants when arrested, didn’t you?”
You Junyu laughed: “Screw you! You’re the one who peed!”
Ever the sarcastic one, he teased Zheng Bin: “Heard you made your fortune washing dogs?”
Zheng Bin cursed: “F*** you!”
“Don’t!”
You Junyu laughed uproariously: “C’mon, hit me!”
Zheng Bin: “Go away!”
Pointing at You Junyu, Zheng Bin asked Jiang Luo: “Where did you find this guy? Seeing how he spends money, I just want to punch him.”
“Who told him I made my fortune washing dogs? Old Wang?”
“Me.”
Jiang Luo looked casual and laid-back.
“Damn!” Zheng Bin cursed.
The four of them laughed and messed around, traveling from Shenzhen to Hong Kong and Macau, then back again. They rode in You Junyu’s flashy convertible, roof down, shouting and cheering on the road.
At midnight, returning to Shenzhen, You Junyu drove the car to a hotel, where four young women dressed provocatively and showing long legs waited at the entrance.
Huh?
Zheng Bin in the passenger seat couldn’t take his eyes off them.
Wang Chuang shielded his eyes with his hand, dazzled by those eight long legs.
Jiang Luo glanced briefly and rolled his eyes.
The car stopped. You Junyu stepped out first, arms around two of the girls, signaling to Zheng Bin, Jiang Luo, and Wang Chuang: “So? Wanna keep partying?”
“Sure!” Zheng Bin excitedly jumped out.
Wang Chuang didn’t move. Jiang Luo leaned back in the rear seat, looking lazy: “Didn’t I tell you before?”
Wang Chuang reached forward to hold back Zheng Bin.
Jiang Luo looked at You Junyu calmly: “We can have fun, but three things are off-limits: porn, gambling, drugs.”
You Junyu looked puzzled: “Porn… what?”
“Girls, that’s all. Dating is fine—love is free nowadays.”
Jiang Luo said: “Enjoy yourself. I’m driving the car.”
Stretching his long legs, he moved to the driver’s seat, then glanced at Zheng Bin in the passenger seat: “You wanna play?”
“Then get out.”
“Fine.”
Zheng Bin quickly behaved.
You Junyu realized Jiang Luo was serious. Seeing the others didn’t get out, he immediately released the girls and went to Jiang Luo: “Not into this kind of fun?”
“Nothing special. Just girls.”
He bent down, hand on Jiang Luo’s shoulder: “All the girls I bring are clean. They’re willing too.”
Jiang Luo: “Let’s go.”
He actually drove off.
“Hey hey!”
You Junyu didn’t have time to care about the four girls, and hurriedly ran after the car: “Wait! Wait for me! Hey! Jiang Luo!”
After about twenty meters, the car stopped.
You Junyu caught up, climbing into the back seat: “Alright, alright, I get it. No girls along next time, right? I understand. Where are we going?”
Wang Chuang and Zheng Bin answered in unison: “Karaoke?”
You Junyu grinned: “OK! Let’s go. I know a place, follow me!”
By three in the morning, the four of them were screaming into microphones in a karaoke booth:
“A laugh across the vast sea! Waves surge on both shores! Ups and downs ride the waves! Only the present matters! …”
Meanwhile, Wang Junqing, Old Four, and Old Three stood outside the booth, some sitting, some standing.
Old Four, holding a bottle of cola, leaning against the wall, yawning: “Seriously, they’re still playing. These young masters… aren’t they tired?”
By ten in the morning, a Bentley pulled into Shengfei Factory. Jiang Luo walked into the office looking as usual, except for slight dark circles—clearly hadn’t slept well—but otherwise unchanged.
He received a call from Huo Zongzhuo, who was out of town: “Just got home at dawn. Why didn’t you sleep more?”
“Had things to do.”
Jiang Luo, holding his phone, sat at his desk flipping through the ledger Mo Wanzhen had just brought over.
Huo Zongzhuo’s voice was gentle: “Not tired?”
“Not really.”
He jokingly added: “Can’t help it. Young, that’s how strong we are.”
Huo Zongzhuo laughed on the other end.
Casually flipping through the ledger, Jiang Luo asked: “Where are you? Weren’t you going to Shenyang?”
“Mm, I’m in Shenyang.”
“That far? What’s the matter?”
Jiang Luo hadn’t seen Huo Zongzhuo in over two weeks, except for a brief return to Haicheng.
Huo Zongzhuo replied: “Jinbei Motors. Their factory is here.”
“Mm, then?” Jiang Luo continued checking the ledger.
Huo Zongzhuo: “Jinbei previously issued 100 million shares. I’m here to acquire their shares.”
“How many?” Jiang Luo asked instinctively.
Huo Zongzhuo: “Planning over 35%.”
Jiang Luo: “How much will that cost?”
Huo Zongzhuo: “About ten million USD.”
Jiang Luo: “……”
He immediately stopped looking at the ledger and called out jokingly in a flunky tone: “Dad! Papa!”
Huo Zongzhuo chuckled.
Jiang Luo leaned back, asking casually: “Why acquire Jinbei?”
Huo Zongzhuo: “I set up a holding company in Bermuda.”
“Planning to use it to acquire Jinbei and enter the domestic auto industry.”
Jiang Luo immediately thought—did Huo Zongzhuo have a plan for the auto industry last life? He didn’t recall.
What Jiang Luo didn’t know was that because of him—because of his presence in Haicheng—Huo Zongzhuo had spent a lot of time there last year, and by chance, met a man named Yang Rong.
Yang Rong had been the one to acquire Shenyang Jinbei through an overseas shell company last life. That company, “Huachen Holdings,” later became the first Chinese company listed in New York.
Jiang Luo’s rebirth, with the slight shift in his life path, didn’t just affect him—it impacted many others.
This day, Jiang Luo finally returned to Haicheng, finally able to see Huo Zongzhuo after over half a month.
As soon as he landed, he called Huo Zongzhuo, who was busy. Jiang Luo headed straight to Shengfei Factory.
At the factory gate, he parked, waiting for the sliding door to open. Old Four looked outside and suddenly said: “Jiang Zong, looks like someone’s waiting for you at the gate.”
“Huh?”
Jiang Luo was focused on sketching a design in his notebook.
He looked up and saw a figure walking toward the car—and froze.
Cliffhanger 😮