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When Wei Yuan opened his eyes, he was still in that foot massage parlor's room. He opened the nearby window, and a strong beam of sunlight immediately shone in. Checking his phone, he saw it was already past nine o'clock.
Wei Yuan stepped out of his room, went downstairs to pay the bill, and drove his Mercedes to the Jade Processing Factory, which was the largest according to the information Liu Haisheng had provided. From the outside, it appeared to cover at least several acres. Wei Yuan took out his phone and called the newly added contact, Guo the Fat.
A few seconds later, the call was answered. Wei Yuan greeted warmly, "Hello, you must be Mr. Guo?"
Wei Yuan knew that Guo the Fat was the owner of this factory. Upon hearing this, the other party asked, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"
Wei Yuan got straight to the point: "I was referred by Mr. Liu Haisheng and would like to meet you in person to discuss a jade transaction."
Hearing that there was business coming his way, especially from someone introduced by Liu Haisheng—who in Jinghai City didn't know Liu Haisheng's name?
"May I ask where you are now? Should I send someone to pick you up?" Guo the Fat asked enthusiastically.
Wei Yuan replied, "No need; I've already got your factory address from Mr. Liu. I'll head over myself shortly."
In fact, when he hung up the phone, Wei Yuan had already arrived at the entrance of Guo the Fat's Jade Processing Factory. However, he had no intention of entering right away; he simply parked his car by the roadside and used a popular online joke: driving a Mercedes while drinking soy milk!
Of course, he wasn't going to play that game of buying two bowls, drinking one, and pouring out another. He often had soy milk and fried dough sticks for breakfast; it was just that he hadn't experienced buying them while driving a Mercedes before. At this moment, the owner seemed quite honored, while nearby customers had their own thoughts: Was this guy just showing off or was the soy milk here really that fresh?
Elvis could take a helicopter across two continents just to buy a sandwich, so the mindset of wealthy people is beyond what ordinary folks can imagine—just like Liu Haisheng, who has nearly a hundred million in assets but enjoys working as a director at a high school. Perhaps this reflects Wei Yuan's own possibility: having money yet feeling an extreme emptiness inside.
Of course, such things did not apply to Wei Yuan; he merely happened to do something quite normal and coincidentally borrowed a Mercedes. As a result, he was misunderstood as someone who couldn't sleep early in the morning and came out to show off. Naturally, besides filling his stomach for breakfast, Wei Yuan also used this opportunity to delay some time!
He certainly couldn't just finish talking with Guo the Fat and arrive immediately afterward.
What would he think? Wouldn't he be suspicious? This guy is so anxious; could it be that he has other intentions? Is he up to no good or has he been plotting for a long time? Clearly, this aspect could easily provoke others' imaginations.
After about ten minutes passed, Wei Yuan slowly finished eating and tidied up his appearance before getting out of the Mercedes. Just as he was about to step into Guo the Fat's Jade Processing Factory, he was suddenly stopped: "Who told you to come in casually? Who are you looking for?"
Seeing that Wei Yuan wasn't wearing work attire, a security guard from the nearby booth immediately stepped forward to block him: "This is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not allowed entry. If you have urgent business, please register first!"
The security guard on duty pointed to a nearby sign with a lazy expression on his face.
Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Sorry, I urgently need to find someone."
"I don't care what your urgent matter is. The factory has its management system. Why should we let you in if you're just going to mess around?" the guard replied.
Wei Yuan said, "Alright then, can I call him to come out and meet me?"
The security guard snorted, "Go ahead and call. At this time, it's unlikely he can come out. Do you think he's the Factory Director?"
In this day and age, people are judged by their appearance; how you dress and what car you drive determine how others treat you. Clearly, the guard thought that Wei Yuan looked like he was worth less than five hundred yuan in total, probably just here to find some workers inside the factory.
Moreover, this guy was quite clueless; he didn't even think to offer a cigarette. No wonder the guard had a sour expression.
At this moment, Wei Yuan felt somewhat displeased. He couldn't tell if the guard was strictly adhering to the factory rules or if he was just judging him based on his shabby attire, which clearly did not suggest he was an important guest.
To confirm this suspicion, Wei Yuan went to the security booth to register and then said, "Alright then, I'll call him to come meet me. Can I park my car inside?"
Clearly judging by Wei Yuan's appearance, the guard assumed he either rode a motorcycle or cycled over. With an indifferent tone, he replied, "When he comes to pick you up later, just leave your car at the security booth. Anything else?"
"That's all. I'll go get my car now. Thank you."
Drive it over? It was hard to believe that today’s high school students could even ride motorcycles. No wonder the national health index was gradually rising and people's living standards were improving; it seemed the country's policies were indeed effective!
Earlier, when Wei Yuan was next to the Soy Milk Shop, he finally found a spacious parking spot. For a novice driver like him, such an open space was ideal to avoid any bumps while driving later.
However, he didn't expect that upon walking into the Jade Processing Factory, he would face such a rude attitude from the guard. This made Wei Yuan quite unhappy; security personnel at large factories are very perceptive and can tell what kind of person you are just by your clothing and the quality of your vehicle because their job is essentially to observe people!
So at this moment, the Mercedes borrowed from Blue Old Man could come in handy. Driving that car inside would certainly make an impression. However, his own attire was a bit too casual, consisting of cheap clothes worth only a hundred or so yuan each. He couldn't blame others for not taking him seriously; in this day and age, people are indeed divided into classes based on appearances.
Starting the Mercedes, Wei Yuan made a sharp turn and drove up to the entrance of Guo the Fat's Jade Processing Factory. He rolled down the window and said to the security guard on duty, "Hello, could you please press the button to open the gate? I need to drive in."
Upon seeing Wei Yuan in the Mercedes, the security guard's eyes widened in shock, almost bulging out of their sockets. He immediately ran over and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir, I was quite rude earlier."
Wei Yuan smiled slightly and asked, "What happened earlier? Sorry, my memory isn't great. Could you please open the gate? Thank you!"
At that moment, the security guard felt his legs go weak. He often read car magazines and knew that even among Mercedes vehicles, there could be a significant price difference. For instance, the model Wei Yuan was driving had a comfort configuration with a dealer price around one and a half million!
The security guard realized that although Guo the Fat also drove a Mercedes, it surely couldn't compare to this one. There was no doubt that this young man was a VIP of Boss Guo. Now he had offended him—wasn't that putting his job at risk?
Thinking about this made the security guard break into a cold sweat. Losing his job was one thing, but treating someone who could afford such an expensive car with such disrespect could lead to serious consequences if he encountered a vengeful rich kid.
Why do wealthy people always prefer this kind of attitude? Wearing clothes worth only a few hundred while driving such an expensive car—was it just to show off?
In an instant, the security guard's mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. However, he needed to maintain an air of respect and hope that Wei Yuan was magnanimous enough not to hold a grudge against him. Besides, there wasn't even any parking space inside; he had initially thought Wei Yuan would arrive on a motorcycle or bicycle, which is why he had acted so arrogantly. Little did he know that Wei Yuan was driving a sedan-style Mercedes...
"I'm sorry, sir, but please go to the office to see Boss Guo. Unfortunately, there are no parking spaces inside; could you please park outside? I will keep a close eye on your car; you can rest assured!"
Just moments ago, he had been so arrogant; now he completely changed his demeanor. No wonder even with heavy traffic in downtown Jinghai City, people still flocked to buy cars. It seemed that owning a good car not only provided convenience but also represented one's status. How could there be such a stark contrast among people?
Wei Yuan could see through his thoughts. If he were to call Guo the Fat, no matter who had introduced this security guard, he would likely be fired immediately—there would be no room for him.
This person was merely somewhat arrogant; he wasn't irredeemably terrible. Wei Yuan didn't want to waste too much effort dealing with him. He simply parked the Mercedes at the entrance and asked the security guard to open the gate before walking in leisurely.
"Sir, over there is Boss Guo's office. You can take the elevator up to the third floor from here," the security guard said eagerly.
Thus, Wei Yuan entered the building of Jade Processing Factory. He first took a stroll around the ground floor and found that it mainly housed low-end jade processing machines. There were about twenty machines inside, each operated by two workers—clearly not very large in scale.
Instead of taking the elevator directly up, Wei Yuan opted for the stairs beside it. Given his attire, any workers who saw him would likely just assume he was an applicant or a new employee without work clothes.
In a large room on the second floor, Wei Yuan had just approached and noticed that the environment here was clearly much better than on the ground floor. There were more than a dozen tables arranged around, accompanied by comfortable chairs, and many craftsmen were working on hand-carved jade.
"You're new here, right? Don't you know you can't just come in?" A middle-aged man sitting at the door drinking tea shouted at Wei Yuan.
His appearance easily suggested he was an employee who had been there for a while, so the older staff naturally looked down on him, and his tone was quite aggressive.
Wei Yuan had no intention of arguing: "Yes, I'm new."
"Go to the third floor for your interview; this isn't where you belong. If you last long enough and have a master willing to take you under their wing, maybe after ten or eight years, you can come in!" The middle-aged man laughed heartily.
Wei Yuan ignored him, glanced over, and continued up the stairs. Finally reaching the third floor, he looked around and immediately identified that the largest room inside must be the boss's office.
Wei Yuan walked over and knocked on the door, hearing a voice from inside say, "Come in!"
"Brother, is there something you need? If it's for an interview, just go to the manager's office next door!" Upon seeing Wei Yuan, a chubby man sitting in the boss's chair spoke with an air of authority.
Indeed, it was true that people are judged by their appearance; dressed like that, he didn't seem like someone who would be discussing big business. Wei Yuan felt quite helpless about it!
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