"What news?"
"I heard that the higher-ups are interested in bringing in foreign investment, but the foreign investors say there's no need to build another factory. If the higher-ups are willing, they can directly purchase our motorcycle factory. Then, the motorcycles sold abroad will be called Honda motorcycles, and the ones sold domestically will still be branded as Dayun motorcycles. The higher-ups seem very interested in this proposal."
Qin Jingru: ...
"No, they gave so much that the higher-ups were tempted, but do they know what that means?"
“The higher-ups should know, right?” Xu Weiwei hesitated. “They hired Zhao Wuliang as an advisor, so they must know the ins and outs of this. Given Shouren’s personality, he’ll probably rip off Honda.”
"Then he has no reason to be in a bad mood, right?" Qin Jingru didn't quite understand.
"Wait a minute." Xu Weiwei thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
"Hello……"
"Okay, I understand..."
After some communication, Xu Weiwei hung up the phone and took a deep breath: "The person in charge of this project is Xu Jiaguo."
"What the heck?" Qin Jingru's eyes widened. "Aren't they classmates? No, aren't you classmates? No, no, I'm so confused, why?"
Xu Weiwei sighed and dialed another number.
A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, slightly hoarse: "Hello, who is this?"
"It's me, Xu Weiwei."
"Xu Weiwei?" The person on the other end of the phone was stunned.
Do you have time? I'd like to ask you out.
"I...I..."
"This is important, Yunmeng. If you still consider me a good friend, then come out and meet me."
After a moment of silence, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have made a great decision: "Okay, you name the place."
"I'll go find out some information." Xu Weiwei put down the phone, grabbed her bag, and was about to leave when Qin Jingru grabbed her arm.
Xu Weiwei looked at Qin Jingru, and Qin Jingru looked at Xu Weiwei.
Xu Weiwei: ...
"What for? I'm going to gather information."
"I want to go too," Qin Jingru said, her eyes brimming with tears.
Xu Weiwei: ...
Sister! Are you serious about acting cute and affectionate with me?!
“I will have Wang Shouren give you a child.”
Xu Weiwei paused for two seconds, then said, "Let's go."
"Alright!" Qin Jingru stood up excitedly and followed Xu Weiwei out of the office.
Outside their office was a large office, the so-called secretariat, which Qin Jingru jokingly called "my harem." The staff here were all graduates of prestigious universities, most of them possessing excellent abilities and looks. Since granting these two the right to recruit independently, Wang Shouren had rarely come here.
Many things in the factory are handled directly here; the secretariat has considerable power. Now, even if two people slack off a bit, it's not a big problem; they just need to make decisions on some key issues.
After exchanging some things, the two walked out as if they were sisters.
After so many years of getting along, Qin Jingru roughly understood Xu Weiwei's thoughts.
She was a proud woman. Even though she loved Wang Shouren, she was unwilling to share a man with another, so she preferred to be alone. In some ways, she and Lou Xiao'e were quite similar, except Lou Xiao'e chose to go to Hong Kong. She initially thought she could win over the man, but she failed. Now she could only stay in Hong Kong, occasionally returning to hurl sarcastic remarks.
This woman would rather stay like this, without getting married or having children, just to stay like this.
Ultimately, Qin Jingru's heart softened. She had been plotting this all along; she wanted Wang Shouren to give her a child. At least, having someone to hold onto might help her forget that scoundrel.
The two women arrived at the teahouse like sisters. In the vicinity of Beijing, many teahouses, large and small, had reopened; some were long-established, others newly opened. Qin Jingru preferred the newer ones; the old establishments always had their strange rules, which she disliked. Entering the teahouse, she was led to a private room by the calls of the waiters—or rather, the waiters now.
Yunmeng did not keep them waiting for long.
Before long, we arrived at the room.
Xu Weiwei was surprised when she saw Yunmeng.
In Xu Weiwei's memory, Yunmeng was a well-educated and talented woman with two pigtails, large, bright eyes full of intelligence, and a smile that was always on her lips—a smile that was sweet enough to melt anyone's heart. But the Yunmeng before her, apart from a hint of her younger self in her features, looked exactly like a middle-aged woman.
He looked haggard, his figure was out of shape, and his eyes were lifeless.
"Yunmeng?" Xu Weiwei called out tentatively.
"Ah, it's me." Yunmeng sat down by herself, her eyes filled with numbness and pain.
"You... what happened to you? How did you become like this? We haven't seen each other for years."
"More than three years, I guess." Yunmeng gave a wry smile, took the tea that Qin Jingru had brewed, and subconsciously took a sip.
"No, what is Lao Xu doing! How did he manage to make you look like this!" Xu Weiwei's anger flared up instantly.
“Old Xu…” Yunmeng gave a bitter smile, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes: “After your Shouren stepped down, he changed. Do you know that, Weiwei? I never knew that power could turn a person into that, into…” At this point, Yunmeng couldn’t continue. Xu Jiaguo’s actions had deeply pierced her heart.
Back then, Yunmeng was one of the most beautiful girls in the academy. She had many good choices, but she chose the unremarkable Xu Jiaguo. Why? Just because Xu Jiaguo was down-to-earth. But she never imagined that Xu Jiaguo would turn out like this.
The girls' get-together is in the middle of a rant.
Wang Shouren's departure was also underway; he set off at noon and arrived in the evening.
These days, train stations are incredibly crowded, packed with people. Most are dressed in dark Zhongshan suits or blue Liberation uniforms, carrying large bags and small suitcases, bustling towards the waiting room. Many also get off the trains; only those who experienced the days of crowded trains know that it takes a bit of skill to navigate them.
Fortunately, this problem was no challenge for Wang Shouren, who was a frequent traveler.
It's only a two-hour drive from Beijing to Tianjin. If he weren't so lazy, Wang Shouren would have driven himself there.
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