Xia Changlong looked at the greasy takeout boxes on the table with some disgust.

"What a mess! There are plates in the kitchen!"

Yang Yajing glanced at Xia Changlong, thinking to herself, "This big shot is really calculating!"

Yang Yajing pulled out a stack of plates and bowls, scooped the food onto plates, and even divided the rice into two bowls before beckoning to Xia Changlong: "Boss Xia, dinner's ready!"

Xia Changlong walked leisurely to the dining table with his hands behind his back. Looking at the table full of food, he picked out a few familiar dishes and placed them in front of him before sitting down.

Looking at the dishes in front of Xia Changlong, Yang Yajing asked, "Boss Xia, you don't eat spicy food?"

"I have a bad stomach," Xia Changlong replied casually.

"Then I won't be polite!" Yang Yajing smiled and began her attack on the spicy chicken in front of her.

Although Yang Yajing loves food, eats quickly, and has a big appetite, her eating manners are not unsightly; on the contrary, the food looks delicious.

She wasn't the type to eat in complete silence, and chatted as she ate: "Boss Xia, where did you get this lunchbox? The dishes are so authentic! The taste is amazing!"

"The Hilton is right next door."

"Pfft!" Yang Yajing almost spat out her food and quickly covered her mouth. "Hilton! You had Hilton's chef cook hand-shredded cabbage and spicy chicken? Amazing!"

"Eat quickly! You can look at the questions after you're full!" Although Xia Changlong appeared serious and pretentious on the surface, he was secretly delighted inside.

Secretary Huang did a good job on this; it looks like I'll have to give him a bonus tomorrow!

While eating, Yang Yajing also drifted off into her own thoughts.

Thinking back to her previous life, she never even dreamed of being able to eat at Hilton's private dining establishment. Not only was she poor, but she also lacked confidence, always timid and afraid of offending someone by saying the wrong thing.

Before her rebirth, given her reserved personality, it would have been impossible for her to sit at the same table with a big shot like Xia Changlong and chat casually.

But in this life, the privileges of her life and the joy of those small successes gave her added confidence.

Not only was she not afraid of Xia Changlong, but she could also joke with him without any formality, and even flirt and tease him. It wasn't so much that she was fearless like a newborn calf, but rather that she now had confidence and no longer needed to beg for everything or rely on others' moods for survival.

My father and Uncle Xu are both alive and well, my mother isn't sick, and we still have plenty of money. If I can live happily ever after with Zhou Pengfei, my life will be complete!

Having lived two lives, she is still herself, but in this life, she lives more like herself, unrestrained!

"What's so funny? A few dishes and you're this happy? How petty!" Xia Changlong glared at Yang Yajing for her lewd smile, but his eyes still held amusement.

"Of course I'd love to! Don't hesitate to call me if you ever need anything! Food is no problem at all!" Yang Yajing said without any hesitation.

"Are you full? If you're full, clear the table! You've taken my money and eaten my food, it's time to do something practical!" Xia Changlong said, pointing to the table as he saw that everyone had eaten enough, and then left the table on his own.

Yang Yajing smiled and pursed her lips, then poured the remaining dishes back into several takeout containers before cleaning up the table full of leftovers.

"What are you doing?" Xia Changlong watched her actions from afar, puzzled.

“Such good food, it would be such a waste to throw it away! I have to pack it up and take it back to my dorm so I can have another meal!” Yang Yajing said naturally.

What's the point of having leftovers?

"We shouldn't be extravagant!" Yang Yajing put the takeout box into the refrigerator without thinking.

Xia Changlong felt that these words sounded familiar. Oh! He had said them to Secretary Huang himself!

As Yang Yajing tidied up, she opened the window to let the smell of the food dissipate and ventilate the room. After she finished tidying up and made some tea, she closed the window and returned to the living room.

"Take a look at these documents carefully! Choose the companies you think are worth investing in." Xia Changlong gave Yang Yajing six or seven documents.

Yang Yajing didn't hesitate; she took the documents and read them one by one.

Time passed by, and soon an hour had gone by.

Yang Yajing finished reading the last document and looked up: "I'm done reading it."

"Which one do you choose?" Xia Changlong asked.

"Boss Xia, which one would you like to choose?" Yang Yajing asked in return.

"What? Afraid of giving the wrong answer?"

"No way! I just wanted to compare! We haven't even invested yet, so how can there be any right or wrong?" Yang Yajing shook her head.

Xia Changlong tossed a notepad onto the table: "Write this down, and I'll write one too. Is that alright?"

"Swish, swish, swish"

"Boss Xia, let's reveal our cards?" Yang Yajing placed the note on the table and looked up.

They exchanged notes, opened them, and laughed – two of the three companies were identical, so the results were almost the same.

"You've got some talent, girl! Tell me why you chose these companies?" Xia Changlong began to pose his questions.

The three companies Yang Yajing chose are engaged in mobile phone research and development, information and communication technology equipment research and development, and internet search engine research and development, respectively.

These companies are all small companies now, but Yang Yajing, who has lived a lifetime, knows that these companies and brands will become leaders in their respective industries in the future.

"Brother Xia, do you know how much my friends' phone bills are every month just from sending text messages?" Yang Yajing asked Xia Changlong.

"Just sending text messages? How much would that cost in phone bills?"

Yang Yajing held up one hand: "Five hundred silver dollars!"

"Nonsense! Five hundred yuan should be enough to send five thousand text messages, right?" Xia Changlong thought Yang Yajing was bragging.

“You’re not short of money, so just call any international number you want. Most of us students will opt for cheaper text messages,” Yang Yajing shook her head. “Besides, young people have wide social circles and talk a lot of nonsense; they’ll soon be inseparable from their phones!”

How indispensable are they?

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