Movie: Get Alpha Dog at the start

Chapter 1300 Returning home in glory

The first order for rat poison, worth five million US dollars, served as a stepping stone, not only bringing substantial profits to "Haoran International," but more importantly, it completely opened the door to the domestic planned economy system.

The significance of this deal extends far beyond the profit itself. The enormous foreign exchange it generated is enough to cause a stir and draw the attention of several relevant ministries.

Previously, he and Yang Xun relied on their identities as "representatives of Hong Kong capital" to deal with local foreign trade and economic cooperation commissions, but now it is the leaders of ministries who are taking the initiative to contact them.

The meeting took place in a serious and somewhat old-fashioned ministry building. The other party's eyes held curiosity, approval, and a heavy sense of expectation.

"Comrade Lei Hao, you've done a great job with Haoran International! Absolutely excellent!" A leader with gray hair and thick glasses patted the thick stack of settlement documents on the table: "Not only have you brought us the foreign exchange we urgently needed, but more importantly, you've opened up new avenues of thought for us."

Qin Hao responded modestly, "You flatter me, leader. We just happened to find the right entry point. In fact, many domestic products are competitive abroad. The key is to find the right market and channels."

“Well said!” another, younger leader chimed in. He was in charge of foreign trade coordination. “This is exactly what we want to discuss with you in depth. Since Haoran International is a platform based in Hong Kong and oriented towards the international market, we hope to establish smoother communication channels. This is a list compiled by some ministries of products from major domestic industries that have a certain scale of export potential.”

He pushed over several thick folders, each bearing the logo of a different ministry.

Qin Hao solemnly accepted the document, opened the title page, and found the table of contents clear and concise: light industrial products, hardware products, agricultural and sideline products, basic chemical raw materials... Under the major categories, the product names, specifications, major manufacturers, and estimated production capacity were listed in detail.

This list is surprisingly broad, ranging from screws, faucets, shovels, and ropes to specific types of grains, dried fruits, and medicinal herbs, as well as primary chemical products such as soda ash and dye intermediates... It covers almost all basic manufacturing and resource sectors.

This is precisely the strategic resource Qin Hao has always longed for—a clear domestic "manufacturing map"!

"Thank you for your trust, leaders! This list is so timely and invaluable!" Qin Hao said sincerely. "Haoran International will definitely do its best to connect with the international market, promote domestic products to the greatest extent possible, and generate foreign exchange and revenue for the country!"

"Keep up the good work!" The gray-haired leader stood up and shook Qin Hao's hand firmly: "The country and the people need pioneers like you! If you encounter any difficulties, especially policy issues, feel free to raise them at any time, and we will do our best to coordinate and resolve them!"

With this "national procurement guide" in hand, Qin Hao's strategy suddenly became clear.

He made Southeast Asia his strategic focus. While European, American, Japanese, and South Korean giants had long held sway, their arrogant gaze was fixed on high-value-added products such as televisions, refrigerators, and motorcycles.

These sectors have high barriers to entry, fierce price competition, and require huge investments and long periods to build brands and distribution channels.

Qin Hao, on the other hand, took the opposite approach, focusing his attention on the "nooks and crannies" that the big shots ignored or disdained to work on—those most basic, seemingly insignificant but indispensable "screw" products in daily life.

Leveraging the connections and reputation built through the "rat poison" scheme, Qin Hao led the "Haoran International" business team to shuttle between emerging wholesale markets and small factories in Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, the Philippines, and Vietnam. The products on the list were precisely targeted to areas with low demand.

For example, in the hardware market in Thailand, the prices of various types of hardware parts are exorbitantly high. Qin Hao quickly established "Haoran" sales outlets, providing screws, washers, and valves of various specifications at prices only one-third of those of European and American brands, while the quality fully met the local assembly needs.

For example, in newly built residential areas in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, "Haoran" bathroom accessories, including sturdy and durable faucets, plastic water pipes, and simple shower heads, quickly became a new favorite among hardware store owners.

These products have low profit margins per unit, but the sheer volume makes them exceptionally profitable when accumulated. More importantly, this strategy perfectly avoids direct competition with industry giants.

Orders poured into the Hong Kong headquarters like snowflakes. Yang Xun was also incredibly crucial in the country.

He needs to coordinate the supply of goods, control the quality, verify the price, and arrange customs transportation, which is a very heavy workload.

However, Yang Xun is also enjoying himself. Two years ago, he was a street vendor who would run away if he saw someone wearing a red armband. Now he has become the "god of wealth" for major manufacturers and local governments, and is a well-deserved "honored guest" of ministries.

Moreover, this pivotal position connecting domestic factories with international markets allowed him to truly experience the scale and weight of a "great businessman." He was no longer the Yang Xun who needed to sneak around and carry a snakeskin bag to do business.

Besides the profits from buying and selling, the currency generated from trade settlements also became another source of profit for Qin Hao.

Thai baht, Malaysian ringgit, Philippine peso... these Southeast Asian currencies cannot be used directly in China, and even exchange channels are limited.

But this was no obstacle for Qin Hao. He used the local currency he earned to directly purchase large quantities of natural rubber, which was in dire need in China, in Thailand; sign long-term palm oil supply contracts in Malaysian palm plantations; and negotiate the purchase of high-quality copper ore in the Philippines… These raw materials were precisely the strategic resources urgently needed for China's reform and opening up and the rapid development of its industrial construction!

Transporting these raw materials back to domestic ports completes a perfect "profit loop"—exporting to earn foreign exchange and local currency on the left, and using local currency to purchase scarce domestic resources for resale on the right.

One export, one import, double the profits! This operating model makes Haoran International's cash flow healthier and more diversified.

To support the explosive growth of his business, Qin Hao quickly established a network of branch offices in major trading hubs in Southeast Asia.

Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, Manila... the blue globe logo of "Haoran International" has appeared on more and more office buildings.

The Hong Kong headquarters is responsible for strategic planning, financial operations, and international settlements. The vast procurement and supply system in mainland China is entirely entrusted to Yang Xun, whose capabilities are becoming increasingly mature.

In just one year, starting with its first rat poison order, Haoran International has achieved an astonishing total foreign trade order amount of over 80 million US dollars!

In 1980, this was undoubtedly a figure that shocked the entire national foreign trade system!

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A biting wind howled, and the bare branches of the old poplar tree at the village entrance trembled, whipping up the withered yellow grass on the ground. A few villagers sat with their hands tucked into their sleeves, basking in the sun against the wall, idly watching the dirt road leading to the county town.

Suddenly, a deep, steady engine roar broke the tranquility of the village as it approached. Amidst the curious gazes of the villagers, a black sedan, its metallic sheen gleaming in the sunlight and featuring a distinctive boxy front, smoothly drove into the territory of the Shanbei Brigade. Unlike the rugged jeeps commonly seen, it possessed sleek, elegant lines, and a unique crown emblem adorned its hood.

"My goodness! What kind of car is this? It's so shiny and shiny!"

"Four wheels! Much better looking than a tractor!"

"Such a high-end car, could it be that city leaders are here for an inspection?"

A group of people suddenly emerged from the mud-brick houses and fences.

The children were the most daring, screaming as they chased after the car. The adults stood at varying distances, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity, surprise, envy, doubt, and even a hint of barely perceptible jealousy.

This luxury car, so out of place in the impoverished countryside, was like a boulder thrown into a calm pond, creating huge ripples.

Yang Xun, in the driver's seat, wore a brand-new black woolen overcoat, his hair neatly combed, his face radiating barely suppressed confidence, yet also a hint of nervousness. He carefully drove his prized vehicle, honking the horn incessantly, while simultaneously rolling down the window a crack and shouting at the surrounding villagers, "Make way! Make way, everyone! Don't get too close, be careful not to run over your feet!"

"Big brother! Is that you, big brother?"

Excited shouts came from outside the car window. Yang Su and Yang Li also heard the noise and squeezed to the front of the crowd. Yang Li stood on tiptoe and excitedly pounded on the car window.

Yang Xun quickly slammed on the brakes and rolled down the window: "Yang Su, Yang Li! It's me! Come on up!"

The two children cheered and eagerly opened the shiny car door, climbing into the spacious and comfortable back seats.

They touched and looked at everything, filled with curiosity about the soft leather, the exquisite dashboard, and the car's heating system.

Yang Li exclaimed, "Brother, is this your car? It's so beautiful!"

Although Yang Su was a man of few words, his eyes were bright and sparkling.

"It's not mine, it belongs to the company... the company belongs to Brother Hao." Yang Xun didn't dare to brag in front of Qin Hao.

Under the increasingly focused gaze of the villagers, Yang Xun restarted the car, and the black Crown slowly drove through the crowd filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

"Tsk tsk, it really is Yang Xun and Haozi! They've struck it rich!"

"Look at Yang Xun's smug look, tsk tsk, he really looks like a big boss!"

"I don't know how they make so much money. This car must cost tens of thousands of yuan, right?"

"Hmph, just speculation and profiteering, what kind of legitimate business can they do? Their glory won't last long!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, judging by their actions, they've probably really made a fortune..."

Whispers buzzed behind the car. Envy, praise, sour suspicion, and even veiled threats of "reporting" slipped through the cracks in the windows and into the vehicle.

Qin Hao seemed not to hear, but Yang Xun heard it clearly. His grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, then loosened. He glanced at Qin Hao's calm profile, and the anger that had risen from being questioned subsided somewhat. Brother Hao often said, "Public opinion is nothing to fear; time and ability will prove everything."

The car was slowly driving on the dirt road of the brigade. When it came to a fork in the road, Qin Hao spoke up: "Yang Xun, stop the car."

Yang Xun nimbly pulled over to the side of the road. Qin Hao got out of the car and took out only a small travel bag and several gift boxes from the back seat.

"Brother Hao, let me help you take your things inside." Yang Xun prepared to get out of the car.

Qin Hao smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, do you think I'm like you, wanting to fill the back seat to the brim? I only have this much stuff, I can carry it. Take care of your younger brother and sister."

Yang Xun scratched his head sheepishly: "Hehe, it's Chinese New Year, so I rarely come back. I'm here to take care of Su'er, Li'er, and Mom."

Upon hearing this, Yang Li, sitting in the back row, widened her eyes like saucers: "What did you bring? Tell me quickly, big brother!"

Yang Xun didn't have time to answer his sister's questions in detail. He leaned out of the car window and shouted to Qin Hao, "Brother Hao, I'll put my things down and come find you right away!"

"No need." Qin Hao waved his hand casually. "It's the holidays now, so spend more time with your aunt and the others. Remember when you're going back to Hong Kong, it's the morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. Just drive over and pick me up."

After saying that, he picked up his luggage and turned to walk towards the gate of the Song family compound.

Yang Xun watched Qin Hao's retreating figure, nodded, and restarted the car: "Okay! Got it!"

Just as Qin Hao reached the familiar earthen courtyard gate of the Song family, an unexpected scene made him pause.

A tall, sturdy man stood at the entrance of the courtyard, wearing an old military uniform that was faded but still looked crisp, with some dust on the cuffs of his cotton-padded jacket. It was Lei Dongbao.

His face flushed slightly, and his eyes held an urgency and a stubborn streak, as if he were speaking to someone inside the courtyard.

Before Qin Hao could hear what was being said, Song Yunhui suddenly rushed out of the courtyard. More than a year of university life had made this already somewhat dull young man even more bookish, but at this moment his face was full of undisguised anger.

He didn't even glance at Lei Dongbao at the door, but rushed straight up to him, grabbed the two pieces of pork in his hand, and threw them hard at Lei Dongbao's feet!

"Lei Dongbao!" Song Yunhui pointed at the meat on the ground and said, word by word, "Don't ever come to our house again! Take your things and leave! My sister will never have anything to do with you, so give up on that idea as soon as possible!"

These words were delivered with such force that the courtyard gate seemed to freeze instantly.

Lei Dongbao's face immediately turned from red to purple. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but when he met Song Yunhui's cold and disgusted gaze, he couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, Song Yunhui's gaze passed over the frozen Lei Dongbao and landed on Qin Hao, who was carrying luggage behind him.

The frost on his face melted instantly, replaced by immense surprise: "Brother Hao?!"

He rushed over, completely ignoring Lei Dongbao who was still standing there dumbfounded, and excitedly grabbed Qin Hao's arm: "Brother Hao! When did you get back?! Why didn't you call me beforehand so I could pick you up at the train station!"

Qin Hao patted Song Yunhui on the shoulder and smiled: "Just arrived, no need to pick me up. Xiao Yangxun and I drove back ourselves, it's very convenient."

Song Yunhui immediately bent down and took the travel bag and gift box from Qin Hao's hands without saying a word: "Come, come, come in quickly! It's cold outside! Mom! Dad! Sister! Look who's here!"

He enthusiastically pushed Qin Hao inside, his joy seemingly banishing all his previous unpleasantness.

Completely left standing there, Lei Dongbao's face turned from purplish-red to ashen. He looked at Qin Hao's well-made dark gray wool suit jacket, then down at his own mud-splattered old military cotton shoes and the two pieces of dusty pork on the ground, and a strong and complex bitter feeling welled up in his throat.

Lei Dongbao slowly bent down, picked up the two pieces of pork that had fallen to the ground, and clutched them tightly in the straw rope until his knuckles turned white. Then, without a word, he turned around and dragged his heavy steps back towards Xiao Lei's house.

When he reached the intersection of the main road at the village entrance, he saw Yang Xun's gleaming black Crown sedan being slowly moved by a large group of villagers who were still enjoying themselves.

Children jumped around the car, while villagers asked questions through the windows to Yang Xun, who was wearing a brand-new overcoat and looked every bit the part of a "Hong Kong businessman."

Lei Dongbao curled his lip, glanced at the black "iron lump" with a complicated look, and muttered in a voice only he could hear, "What's there to brag about? It's just a beat-up old car! In the end, it's just speculation. I could use that money to buy a few hand tractors for the village and get a bigger share of the meat. Wouldn't that be more practical?" (End of Chapter)