Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 59 - Sitting in My Seat

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Sitting in My Seat

Chapter 59 -59 Sitting in My Seat

Xiao Meier nodded, she said: “Mr.

Jin, I know you are kind to me, and it’s because of Xiao Cheng.

But this also…”

Jin Baogen smiled as he interrupted her, “Xiao Er, the kindness between people always has its reasons.

But such kindness can’t always be explained in just a few words.”

“That is…”

“Take my relationship with Mr.

Chen, for example, my kindness to him is indeed related to his grandfather Zhai Tiansheng.”

Jin Baogen took out a cigarette and lit it:

“Back then, the two of us went to the countryside, to Farm 854, those days really seemed endless.”

His eyes held a myriad of thoughts, “Not to mention the exhausting work, the key issue was not having enough to eat, so hungry that we ended up drinking well water.”

“During the wheat harvest, by two in the morning, before dawn, we were already in the fields, carrying sacks weighing over three hundred pounds, jumping onto platforms, sifting through large sieves.

No time to wash clothes, let alone change them, after a few months they became like raincoats, rain couldn’t even soak through.”

“Repairing reservoirs in winter, ice three feet thick, a sledgehammer striking the frozen hard mud, more jarring than hitting a rock!”

“Thinking about it now, such work really isn’t something a sixteen-year-old child should be doing; you could say every day felt like a year.”

Hearing this, Xiao Meier frowned slightly, as the seemingly glorious Mr.

Jin actually had such a rough past.

Chen Cheng also seemed pensive, he had heard these stories before, but each time they brought new emotions.

“Then did you later return?” Xiao Meier asked.

Jin Baogen nodded and looked towards Chen Cheng, “I stayed for three years, while Mr.

Zhai stayed five years longer.”

“So you mean Mr.

Zhai was at the farm…

for eight years?!” Xiao Meier turned her head and looked at him.

“It was Mr.

Zhai who gave up the opportunity to be readjusted back to Beijing, to me.”

Jin Baogen stubbed out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs of, “Without him, there would be no me today.”

Chen Cheng knitted his brows, clearly unaware of the latter half of the story.

“In the third spring after going to the countryside, I remember very clearly, it was right after the twelfth month.

Then the news came to our team that there was a spot for readjustment.”

Jin Baogen continued, “At that time, Mr.

Zhai was the model worker of our production team, with the highest work points.

Undoubtedly, he was the top candidate to return to Beijing.”

“And what happened afterward…”

Jin Baogen twisted the cigarette butt, saying, “He was a good man in all respects, just too stubborn.”

Hearing this, Chen Cheng’s thoughts drifted back to the first time he visited Chaoyang Park to find Jin Baogen.

“The day of the accident, spring thunder struck,” Jin Baogen continued: “All through the night, it never stopped.”

“We were living near the power station of the farm at the time, and Mr.

Zhai, fearing the thunder would burn out the switches, wanted to go out and turn them off.”

“I said at the time, ‘Why bother with the state’s property so much?'”

“Mr.

Zhai didn’t heed me.

As soon as he stepped out, a bolt of lightning came down, brightening the whole room.”

Jin Baogen still had traces of fear in his eyes, “In my life, I’ve never seen such bright light.”

“The next moment I opened my eyes, half of the small wooden house had collapsed.” He went on: “I only saw the beam pressed against Mr.

Zhai’s legs, he was wailing in pain.”

Chen Cheng and Xiao Meier unconsciously pictured the scene in their minds.

“Then it was you who saved my grandfather?” Chen Cheng was somewhat confused.

Jin Baogen waved his hand, “Mr.

Zhai knew he most likely couldn’t go back in such a condition, who would want a cripple returning to Beijing to work in a factory?”

He let out a deep sigh, “So he called me over and said he wanted to make a hero out of me.”

A bitter smile appeared on Jin Baogen’s face, “I’ve never been a hero, nor do I want to be one.”

“That same night, someone from the team came and took Mr.

Zhai to the health clinic.

He told the investigators that it was me who went out to trip the circuit breaker, and when I returned, I found him trapped under the collapsed house and then rescued him.”

Jin Baogen let out a long sigh, “Protecting the people’s property and saving a comrade in the revolution.”

Chen Cheng leaned back, utterly stunned by this revelation.

“It’s because of this that I managed to return to Beijing,” there was a hint of apology in Jin Baogen’s eyes, “In fact, that night, it should have been me who went out to trip the breaker.”

Chen Cheng finally understood the entire situation.

Jin Baogen spoke calmly, “Because of this incident, Mr.

Zhai ended up staying on the team for another five years, until he met your grandmother.”

Chen Cheng rolled his throat, feeling a heavy weight in his heart.

“After returning to Beijing, I smoothly got into the thermos factory and became a workshop worker, a position many envied.”

Jin Baogen recounted his story, “But back then, I thought being a worker would never make me rich, and I needed to find a way out.”

“Later on, I discovered our factory’s thermoses were in high demand because of their good quality.”

Jin Baogen said with a smile, “So I bought up all the thermos vouchers from my co-workers and sold them at a higher price, only to be sentenced for speculation and profiteering.”

“I guess it’s because I’ve done too many unscrupulous things in my life, unlike Mr.

Zhai who was clean and straightforward, and in the end, I have neither children nor family.”

Saying this, he glanced at Xiao Meier, “Xiao Er, my treatment of you was really out of respect for Chen Cheng.”

“But more than that, I hope to see the two of you do well and live a peaceful life.”

Hearing Jin Baogen’s exhortation, Xiao Meier couldn’t help but take Chen Cheng’s hand.

“So, that’s the story,” Jin Baogen looked at them kindly, “You understand now, right?”

Xiao Meier nodded vigorously, “Mr.

Jin, I will definitely not let you down!”

“You’re a good kid, let’s eat,” Jin Baogen picked up a newspaper beside him, “I’ll decide on the menu later so Xiao Hou can also get prepared.”

“Okay.”

After breakfast, Xiao Meier discussed with Uncle Hou the menu for the opening day.

Meanwhile, Chen Cheng followed Jin Baogen into the study.

As soon as they entered, Jin Baogen said, “Close the door.”

He then handed a stack of materials to Chen Cheng and said, “Mr.

Chen, I mentioned last time that I would guide you through managing five hundred million.”

“This is your first project,” he continued, “And I’ve decided, on the opening day of Wanbao Hall, to arrange for people to meet at your place.”

Chen Cheng collected himself and took the materials.

Jin Baogen sat down at the mahogany desk, “This time, the Bailu County Tourism Investment Company is leading, funded by Beijing Securities, and CGG is underwriting the product.”

“The proposed public annual yield rate from CGG is 5.45% for a three-year term,” he went on, “On the Beijing Securities side, they’re doing interbank borrowing of one hundred million and putting in four hundred million themselves.”

Chen Cheng instantly understood, asking, “Is this the capital that will go through my account and be counted as Tong Jialu’s performance?”

Jin Baogen nodded with a smile, “Yes, that’s right.

The points from the interbank loan have all been arranged, and as soon as Wen Shulin signs the contract on the opening day, you will also get your points.”

Chen Cheng did not ask exactly how many points there were but just asked, “What do I need to do?”

“It’s simple.”

Jin Baogen stood up and pointed to the general’s chair, saying, “Sit in my place and get this done.”