"Listen to me, if you're really bored, go back to the Shen family home for a couple of days," Ye Zihan coaxed.

"The Shen family is even more boring. The old man nags all day long. He takes back his moves when playing chess, cheats when playing cards, and scolds the servants like dogs all day long."

"It's better to stay here with Sister Xiaodie, drinking beer, eating duck, and watching dramas together," Chen Qiqi said crisply, resting her chin on her hand.

"Sorry, I have to work overtime these two days, so I'm afraid I won't be able to watch the show," Mu Xiaodie said while eating a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling).

Watching dramas with Shen Qiqi is a painful experience. She keeps chattering away and even spoils the plot. Who can stand that?

Anyone who enjoys watching dramas knows how annoying it is to receive spoilers or spoilers of the entire series.

My interest vanished instantly, and I had no desire to continue watching.

I feel like strangling someone.

Mu Xiaodie then turned her head and asked, "Brother Feng, you promised to teach me martial arts a couple of days ago, when do we start?"

"Anytime is fine."

Mu Xiaodie's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Go practice standing meditation first. If you can hold it for half an hour, I'll formally teach you things." Li Changfeng had a plan in mind.

Standing in a meditative posture for half an hour is not an easy task. It requires repeated breakthroughs, long-term perseverance, and gradual accumulation.

Three minutes today, five minutes tomorrow, it's just like that, a relentless grind.

Many women who practice Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation) experience irregular periods; this is not an exaggeration, but a real occurrence.

"Brother Feng, how about something simpler? Like meditation or something?"

"I am a girl and I am not suitable for standing meditation."

“Excuses. Do as I say. If you can’t do it, then there’s nothing more to discuss.” Li Changfeng insisted on his opinion.

Standing meditation is the best way to test a person and to temper one's will and character.

In the past, medicine and martial arts were inseparable; medical skills were often mixed with martial arts, and old martial artists knew more or less some medical skills.

This is generally accepted and widely known.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Mu Xiaodie picked up a steamed bun and put it in Li Changfeng's bowl.

After breakfast, Li Changfeng set off with Ye Zihan.

Li Changfeng knew the road to the provincial capital very well. Once he had been there, the route would be clearly imprinted in his mind and he would never forget it for many years.

Surprisingly, Ye Zihan did not sit in the back seat this time, but chose the front passenger seat instead.

Long, slender legs, alluringly white, long and shapely.

Her makeup was exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful.

The clothes were tight, outlining her superior curves, and her breasts were proudly erect.

Li Changfeng kept stealing glances, one after another. Ye Zihan noticed his actions and was secretly delighted, feeling incredibly pleased.

A woman dresses up for the man she likes; how could she not be happy when the man she likes looks at her again and again?

However, this is on the highway, so we must remind everyone that safety comes first and life is paramount.

"Have some people had enough of looking? Want to try it out yourself?" Ye Zihan patted her thigh, which was very bouncy.

"Ahem, that's not a good idea." Li Changfeng coughed lightly twice, shifting his gaze.

"You know it's bad, yet you still don't concentrate on driving. These days, there are countless car accidents, hundreds every day. As a bodyguard, if you don't think about yourself, you should at least be responsible for your employer," Ye Zihan said fiercely, her beautiful eyes glaring.

"You think I'm looking at you?" Li Changfeng retorted.

"Could it be not?"

"Have you driven before? I'm checking the rearview mirror, Miss."

That's quite a fabrication; they've even dug up internet jokes.

"Tch." Ye Zihan rolled her eyes.

Rolling your eyes depends on the situation. Sometimes, it can make a man's body tremble, making him work even harder and feel like he's incredibly powerful and awesome.

"Let's talk about the company uniform issue, what's going on?" Li Changfeng changed the subject, he had to talk about something, otherwise the journey would be too boring.

We can't just stay silent.

Even if you have Spring Snow playing in the car, you get tired of it after a while.

"The supplier inexplicably stopped supplying goods. I need to go and see what's going on. They're not answering my calls or replying to my messages."

"Just switch to another one, won't that solve the problem?" Li Changfeng said casually.

"That's possible, but their fabrics are the best in the entire province, bar none."

"Our company's clothing is high-end, with some pieces costing thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan. Fabric is the most important factor."

"If the quality of the fabric drops, it will only ruin your own reputation."

"Ordering goods from other places incurs significant shipping costs."

"Saving costs is the most important thing in doing business, that's what my grandfather taught me."

When it comes to business, Ye Zihan exudes confidence, and every word she says is to the point, with a well-developed set of techniques.

"Also, the apparel division accounts for 20% of the company, which is a very large proportion, and I don't want to give it up."

"Next year I plan to go international, and I already have detailed plans and preparations."

"We can't just give up halfway, so it's still necessary to go. It's best to finalize the contract to avoid causing problems and mistakes later on." Ye Zihan spoke eloquently, exuding charm.

"Wouldn't it be better to let Senior Sister help you with this? She can take care of things for you without you even leaving the house," Li Changfeng said matter-of-factly.

But he forgot that it was perfectly natural for Li Changfeng to ask his senior sister for help, and he felt no guilt about it.

What are Ye Zihan and Zhang Qingqing? They're just friends, they haven't known each other long enough, so why would she ask for their opinion?

Favors are the hardest to repay; try not to owe them if you can avoid it.

Only when there is absolutely no other way out do you seek help from others.

It's not Ye Zihan's usual way of doing things; she doesn't always seek help from others when she encounters difficulties.

"I don't want to owe anyone a favor. After I'm done with this, I can hang out with Sister Qingqing for a while and have a meal," Ye Zihan said with a smile.

The two arrived in the provincial capital around noon, already past 11 a.m.

Ye Zihan dialed the number again, but no one answered.

Ultimately, they went straight to the factory to catch them red-handed, at least to find out the reason. If all else failed, they would part ways.

Of course, since we're here, we should do our best to achieve our goals.

To achieve one's heart's desire.

"Hello, miss, what can I do for you? This is a restricted area of ​​the factory, and outsiders are not allowed to enter," the factory security guard said as he stopped her.

"Is your boss in? I need to see him." Ye Zihan had an extraordinary presence; she exuded a strong aura simply by standing there.

"You are...?"

"Ye Zihan from Jinghai, President of the Ye Group."

"Do you need to see our boss?" the security guard asked politely.

"I'm asking you, is he here?" Ye Zihan frowned slightly, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

"Yes, I'm here," the security guard replied honestly.

"Go and inform them that I want to see him."

"Okay, sure." The security guard turned and ran inside.

"Zihan, that's pretty cool." Li Changfeng secretly gave her a thumbs up.

Ye Zihan glanced at it, smiled faintly, and exuded charm.

Not long after, the security guard jogged back.

"Ms. Ye, I'm so sorry, our boss went out. I didn't notice before. I'm really sorry."

"When the boss comes back, I'll tell him to call you back."