Hou Qian didn't know who gave her a string of mysterious numbers, nor did they explain what it was for. How was she supposed to guess? They said that if a mobile phone number didn't have enough digits, a landline would have one more digit, and a pager would have three more digits.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it.

Actually, she was still complaining in her heart. As soon as she started working, she was assigned tasks. She really didn't treat her like an outsider!

Near the end of the workday, Hou Qian went to the restroom and when she came back, she found a key on her desk.

I asked my nearby colleagues who had been here earlier.

They all shook their heads, indicating that no one had been there. Isn't this like a ghost? Can a key really just fly here by itself?

I looked at the key; it was just an ordinary key, nothing special.

My head was completely blank. It was only when I was leaving get off work that I saw many colleagues going to other places to change clothes and get things. I asked one of them and found out that there was a special changing room with a private locker for everyone. It could not only store some odds and ends, but also clothes and other things.

There is a security check required before you go to the changing room.

Hou Qian went over out of curiosity and then understood the numbers and key on the pager.

Find the locker that matches the number on the pager, and open it with the key that suddenly appeared.

There was nothing inside except a book.

When I took out the book, I saw that it was the English version of "The Bridges of Madison County".

The book was a good book, but Hou Qian found it ironic. She felt an indescribable heaviness in her heart and an inexplicable irritation; it seemed the book's appearance had greatly affected her.

After calming myself down for a few minutes, I closed the wardrobe door, took the book, and left.

Back at my aunt's house, I concealed my true feelings, put on a fake smile, and greeted my aunt who was cooking.

I put my things down and went to help in the kitchen.

"You don't look well. You're exhausted after just starting work," Su Ya's mother said.

"No, I'm just a little unaccustomed to their environment, but I'll be fine in a couple of days," Hou Qian explained.

"If you really feel tired, I'll tell Xiao Xing, and maybe we can invite him over for dinner another day so you can get to know each other."

"No, Auntie, this is fine." Hou Qian replied absentmindedly. In fact, that guy knew everything, including his other identity. He was the one who personally corrected her identity.

Su Ya's mother didn't take it seriously, and then the two of them cooked together.

Hou Qian is currently staying in Su Ya's room. After dinner, she closes the door and quietly reads "The Bridges of Madison County".

I read this book in America; it's a beautiful love story. It teaches people how to choose to let go when they encounter true love.

It's basically a romanticized version of extramarital affairs. The story in the book always seemed like a fairy tale, but reality slapped Hou Qian in the face.

人家用了四天时间能得到真爱，可她用了一个星期，换来的是一顿胖揍和婚姻的结束。

Therefore, Hou Qian was always resistant to The Bridges of Madison County, as it easily stirred up the pain in her heart, and she threw the book aside without even reading it.

After returning to the villa, Xing Baohua did not participate in Zhang Dongshuo's research for the time being. In any case, it was just a technical discussion and there was nothing substantial going on, and he had other work to do.

With many houses available, Xing Baohua picked up his laptop and began writing a business plan.

This is not something to discuss, and we can just use some knowledge points from our previous life.

There aren't many big money-making projects, but we can still manage to get small projects worth a few billion.

Of course, this amount of billions is calculated in Chinese currency.

To make money, it's not unreasonable to take unconventional approaches, and you have to find a way to make it legal, which is a bit difficult, but once you start doing it, it becomes much easier.

Moreover, Xing Baohua will not focus on the domestic market, but will instead target the Japanese and South Korean markets.

Some underlying cultural influences are still deeply rooted in China.

Lu Yafei arrived in Luzhong on the second night, and after a long and tiring journey, she wanted to visit Xing Baohua, but fortunately Wei Laisong stopped her.

She had no choice but to come to Xing Baohua's villa the next day. She didn't come alone; she brought a cousin with her. The business had expanded, and she wanted her own people to broaden their horizons.

Wei Laisong doesn't get involved in business matters, so he didn't come.

"Is President Xing just starting to eat?" Lu Yafei walked in and saw several people eating around the table, and asked with an awkward smile.

We're too early.

"Have you eaten yet? Why don't we eat together?" Xing Baohua said, putting down her chopsticks.

I really didn't eat anything; I lost my appetite when I saw plain porridge.

Even if he hadn't eaten, he had to admit he had, since he wasn't on the same level as Xing Baohua.

"Please sit down for a while, I'll talk to you after I finish eating."

"Okay, you eat first." Lu Yafei said politely, gave her cousin a wink, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"There's water over there! Boil some water and make some tea for yourself, don't be shy," Xing Baohua said to Lu Yafei, who was sitting in the living room.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Xing Baohua finally came over with his notebook.

Xing Baohua looked at the young man and thought he was Lu Yafei's assistant.

Lu Yafei, fearing that Xing Baohua might misunderstand, explained, "He's my cousin. He's out here to broaden his horizons. When his business gets bigger, he'll be short-handed, so this is helping him develop his independence."

Xing Baohua nodded and said nothing more.

But then his cousin suddenly stood up, extended his hand to Xing Baohua, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Xing. My name is Wang Dalu."

Xing Baohua paused slightly upon seeing the hand, sensing that the other person was being a bit hasty. Lu Yafei was also somewhat anxious; this was not the time to be respectful.

Xing Baohua shook hands with the other party and asked Wang Dalu to sit down first. Then Xing Baohua showed Lu Yafei the copywriting plan in her notebook.

"Both South Korea and Japan need to register a pharmaceutical company to get things started. As for what they'll sell, I'll tell you later."

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