Chapter 57

Walking into the soft-seat carriage, you will find yourself in a completely different world.

Unlike the noisy and crowded hard seat carriage, the seats here are spacious, the chair backs are covered with white knitted crocheted mats, the small long table in front of the chairs is also covered with a knitted white mat, the windows are hung with lake green curtains, and outside are the receding fields and hills, neat, clean and bright.

There were only two seats in the row on the left. Chen Lanjun sat inside, next to the window. After sitting down, she took out a small notebook and a pen. For fear of losing her train of thought, she began to write down the messy thoughts in her mind one by one, organizing them as she wrote.

She habitually drew a cross on a blank piece of draft paper, and the four corners were respectively assigned to the advantages, disadvantages, opportunities and threats of "Sister's Instant Noodles" today.

This habit was something she learned from a university professor when she was doing business and studying. It was very useful for analyzing the situation of a company. It was also very suitable for the new instant noodle factory.

Today’s instant noodles are a new thing for mainland consumers, and they look more upscale, which is an advantage that can be utilized.

But how to use it most effectively? Chen Lanjun held the pen, and the scene of selling instant noodles at the train station flashed through her mind.

It seems to be a good choice as a specialty or souvenir. Instant noodles are very light, so even if you carry a whole box, it won’t be too tiring to carry.

Since we are selling the gifts in boxes, we need to use a cardboard box. It would be best if it has some fancy design to make it look high-end, so that people would be willing to spend one dollar to buy a pack...

Once she was immersed in the blueprint, the clanging of the train and the conversations of the passengers in the carriage completely disappeared from Chen Lanjun's world. She just focused on sorting out the development path and plan of her sister's instant noodles.

Maybe he stopped at two or three small stations during the journey, but he was not sure, and it was not important anyway. After he finished writing a thick stack of paper, the ink in his pen became fainter and fainter, until he could no longer write, and then Chen Lanjun stopped.

After I stopped, I felt thirsty. It was a hot autumn day, and I hadn't had any water for so long, so it would be strange if I wasn't thirsty.

At this moment, a pair of slender white hands slowly pushed over a royal blue coffee cup, and Shao Qinghe's voice rang out: "Would you like some coffee? I've never had it before."

Chen Lanjun nodded, unscrewed the lid of the cup, and the aroma of coffee beans poured out.

After taking a sip of coffee, Chen Lanjun was a little surprised. It was actually iced coffee?

After a closer look, I realized that using a thermos to keep things cold is indeed very un-mainland.

While drinking coffee, Shao Qinghe took out a pure black Montblanc fountain pen from his briefcase and gently placed it on the table.

"This ink bottle is full, you can use it if you need it."

"…Your English name isn't Doraemon, right?"

"My English name is Louis," Shao Qinghe turned his head slightly to look at her, "As for what you said, I think it's because I brought two assistants."

The two men in formal attire sitting opposite nodded and said, "Hello, Miss Chen."

As expected...if you have money you can do whatever you want.

Chen Lanjun took a big sip of coffee from the cooler cup. The coffee beans must have come from an unusual origin and tasted very smooth.

The iced coffee awakened Chen Lanjun's little conscience towards Shao Qinghe.

"I was busy writing a plan just now. You seemed to be sitting there the whole time? Did you feel bored?"

Shao Qinghe thought for a moment and said slowly, "Originally there were some."

"But it's very interesting to watch you write. What should I do, Miss Chen? I seem to be getting more and more curious about you."

This is true.

He sat quietly beside her, and at first he was looking at her as a person. The sunlight fell on her cheek from the side, like a statue of the goddess Athena carved from mutton-fat jade.

But when he shifted his gaze to the draft she was writing, his attention changed.

Although the handwriting on the dark yellow paper was messy, with sentences here and there and a lot of jumps, he could see some logic from it, and the more he read, the more interesting it became.

Some of his analytical ideas actually have something in common with the latest management knowledge he had come into contact with when studying abroad.

But Chen Lanjun has never studied abroad, so how could she have such knowledge?

Perhaps only the word "talent" can explain it.

It is really rare to find a girl who is ambitious, talented and willing to get down to work.

But think about it, only a girl like this can make him put aside his pride and chase her, right?

Thinking of this, Shao Qinghe laughed, "Miss Chen, I believe what you said to me on that beautiful evening will come true."

Chen Lanjun was a little confused, as she clearly hadn't said a few words to him along the way.

"What's the meaning?"

Shao Qinghe unscrewed the cap of the Montblanc fountain pen and said, "I studied business for my undergraduate degree and graduated with full marks. If you are willing, maybe I can help with the polishing."

Chen Lanjun nodded and said, "I can show you, but this is a trade secret and you are not allowed to spread it to anyone else."

Shao Qinghe took the thick stack of manuscript paper and said slowly: "As you wish, my..."

Chen Lanjun looked at him sideways.

He lowered his head and smiled, a dimple faintly visible on the right side of his face: "Miss Chen Er."

The train was running through lush green fields and forests. The window was slightly open, and the wind blew up a corner of the curtain.

As time passed, Shao Qinghe flipped through the pages and occasionally offered a few suggestions. Chen Lanjun listened quietly, agreeing or refuting, but she had to admit that this man did have the capital to be arrogant.

Several whistles sounded.

Shao Qinghe looked out the window and said, "It's time for me to get off the car."

"Are we in Suicheng yet?" Chen Lanjun looked outside and saw that it was indeed Suicheng Station.

The staff members who came with Shao Qinghe all stood up to pack their things. Shao Qinghe stood up and looked at Chen Lanjun: "I will stay here until the Mid-Autumn Festival. I hope to see you later."

Chen Lanjun also stood up and said, "I wish you all the best."

Watching Shao Qinghe's figure disappear on the platform and the train continuing to move forward, Chen Lanjun retracted her gaze and sat back in her original seat. At this time, she glanced at the table and found that the Montblanc pen was still placed on the side.

After she borrowed it, she had clearly returned it to Shao Qinghe, so why was it still there? Chen Lanjun picked up the expensive pen curiously, only to find that there was a business card underneath the pen.

There was an address written on it, and four large, flamboyantly written characters: "See you later."

She picked up the business card, smiled and shook her head.

This person is really...

She turned her head and looked at the seat where Shao Qinghe had just sat. He was no longer there. The other seats had been replaced by new passengers, but his seat was still empty. It was estimated that Shao Qinghe had bought full-trip tickets specifically for these two seats.

Chen Lanjun held her chin with one hand and looked at the seat quietly for a while.

The train jolted.

She came to her senses and continued to improve her plan using Shao Qinghe's pen.