Chen Ke slightly lowered the window, and A Yuan eagerly anticipated catching the snowflakes, but a strong gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in, covering his head and making it impossible for the child to open his eyes.

Chen Ke quickly closed the window and gently brushed the snow off the child: "It's blowing into your eyes, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Ah Yuan frowned for a moment, then grinned and said, "Yes, yes, I want more!"

He's really something. He's raised by the richest family and is treated like royalty, but how come he's such a brat?

Yue Zhongqi, Song Yuanchao, and Ahan rode in the same car.

After all, it was a retired military vehicle. The heater was broken, and it was drafty. Nie Han only had one pair of pants, and it was inconvenient to change into long underwear in the vehicle, so she wrapped herself in a green military overcoat and huddled in Song Yuanchao's arms, shivering.

It's cold, she's so cold.

Yue Zhongqi was naturally unhappy. With Miss Song here, how could he possibly make a scene and rip off Song Yuanchao?

Song Yuanchao has always been rather introverted and not very talkative, but today he suddenly started chatting with the driver.

He asked in Mandarin, "Dude, did you start working for this company right after you left the military? How's the pay?"

The driver felt that Song Yuanchao looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before. Hearing that the other party spoke fluent Mandarin, he became more enthusiastic and was willing to chat. He said with a smile, "I was originally assigned to a factory, but before I even reported for duty, it went bankrupt. I had no choice but to come out and work. I am also grateful to Brother Meng for being willing to give us brothers a way to make a living."

He added, "As for the treatment, without exaggeration, we are among the best-paid veterans."

Seeing that he was unwilling to reveal the truth, Yue Zhongqi naturally had to help Song Yuanchao, pointing his finger: "Can you make that much in a month?"

The driver laughed and said, "I certainly won't get a thousand, but it's close enough."

Yue Zhongqi understood: "Eight hundred yuan, that's indeed a high salary in the capital."

Nie Han nestled in Song Yuanchao's arms and asked softly, "What are you talking about?"

Yue Zhongqi originally wanted to tease Song Yuanchao, but when he looked back and saw that Song Yuanchao was chatting happily with the young lady, he decided to shut up and not cut the lobster for the time being. He had a feeling that he was a third wheel, a super-high wattage one.

The young lady needs to know the income and expenditure of various social classes in the capital and judge their spending power in order to promote the real estate development to be built a few years later. Of course, Song Yuanchao has to tell her what he knows.

But he won't say for now; he'll talk about it privately.

After giving Nie Han a brief reply, he asked the driver, "You guys still follow the military's schedule, right?"

Then he said something that even Yue Zhongqi would want to curse: "I'm a private bodyguard from Hong Kong. To be honest, judging from your manners, reactions, and defensive abilities just now, I think you've regressed a bit."

Upon hearing this, the driver remembered: "Brother, your surname is Song, right? I've read about you in the newspaper."

He added, "A newspaper once wrote about you, calling you a legendary bodyguard, and also saying that the wives of Hong Kong tycoons are..."

He's a mainland spy, he's 007. The mainland is fashionable these days, so the news is naturally even more unbelievable.

The driver was so excited that he skidded his car. He never expected to run into such an important person today.

He was also modest and honestly admitted: "Mainly, the boss said that they might be a bunch of poor soldiers, but since they are all his own people, he could just take them on casually. But you have to believe me, our business skills are absolutely top-notch."

Yue Zhongqi said, "I believe that if you don't have the ability, who the hell will give you a high salary of 800?"

Song Yuanchao felt quite sorry for him, because this young driver looked capable and efficient. Of course, his big boss could pick and choose from millions of newly retired soldiers and find the best one.

But such an outstanding young person can only earn eight hundred yuan a month.

Song Yuanchao receives Hong Kong dollars, with a stable monthly deposit of 50,000 yuan, which he saves all of it.

Because Boss Nie always gives out red envelopes whenever there's a happy occasion in his family or during holidays, and the red envelopes cover his daily needs, allowing him to save up all his salary.

With his return imminent, he still has his wife's entrepreneurial plans on his mind.

So when Yue Zhongqi saw him and the young lady being all lovey-dovey, he didn't want to disturb their good time, nor did he want to kill him.

But as they got out of the car, Song Yuanchao deliberately leaned closer and whispered, "Let's get together tonight, I'll treat these drivers to dinner."

Yue Zhongqi said subconsciously, "We want to eat a giant lobster, a meter long, it's very expensive."

What is a lobster to someone with millions of dollars?

Song Yuanchao said, "Why don't you just eat a dragon? I can afford it."