Chapter 139
It was a cloudy day, not very good weather, the clouds were like dark grey cotton wool.
But when Shao Qinghe was waiting at the checkpoint, he occasionally glimpsed the gloomy sky and thought it was lovely.
Perhaps it was because he could see her. Shao Qinghe curled his lips. Since Chen Lanjun came here, every Sunday seemed lovely, no matter what the weather was, because they often met on Sundays.
The passage was crowded and noisy, but the pace became faster and faster, until a familiar figure was seen in the light at the end.
She was wearing a windbreaker, with her hair draped over her shoulders. She waved and smiled: "Ah He——"
At this moment, even though it is cloudy, it is warm.
They walked side by side to the waiting car on the roadside. As soon as the door of the car closed, Chen Lanjun couldn't wait to take out a map and said with a smile: "I have prepared a gift for you."
It was not an ordinary toy between lovers, but a piece of land planned to be built as a factory.
Shao Qinghe looked at the "gift" and was slightly dazed.
"I have reserved this half, and the other half is also a good location, so I will keep it for you." Chen Lanjun said calmly, "It's a good idea to keep it in your own hands. If you want to build another factory, this location is very suitable. If not, please take it first. After a year, when I get my dividends, I will take over."
She paused and looked at him intently: "But I think you want to build your own factory."
The emphasis is on the word “self”.
Shao Qinghe was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and asked, "How did you know?"
How did he know his thoughts? He never said it out loud. He was in charge of not only Shaw's enterprises, but also his own.
Chen Lanjun tilted her head slightly, looking very proud: "Because I care about you very much."
After all, he was the first person she had ever dated in her two lives, so she would subconsciously pay attention to him and guess what was on his mind. She was a very smart person, and although Shao Qinghe never said it directly, her expression would always fluctuate whenever she talked about her parents' generation.
Putting herself in his shoes, she thought that if she were him, she would also be willing to start her own business, but she also wanted to take care of what her mother's family deserved.
They were silent all the way. When the car arrived at Chen Lanjun's residence, they returned to their room.
Shao Qinghe opened the kitchen cabinet door, took out a set of tea sets, brewed a pot of black tea, divided it into cups, and handed it to Chen Lanjun.
"I did think about doing something else."
He leaned forward, sat on the sofa, crossed his hands, and said slowly: "Actually, I originally studied medicine in college."
This idea came up for his mother. When choosing, he had a conflict with Shao's father, who expected him to study business. He ran away and lived alone for a while, and finally made Shao's father agree, and he went to medical school.
However, Zeng Qiao once ran into the second wife chatting with someone, and the other party was full of flattering compliments: "Wait for the second young master to go to college, and after graduation, the Shao family's business will be considered to have a successor."
The Shao family's businesses mainly included shipping, real estate, and some electronics. As a medical student, he could not be considered as a "successor".
He stood in silence at his mother's grave for half a day. When he came back, he changed his ambition and later transferred to business school.
Nothing in the world is perfect, there must always be trade-offs, and he understands this principle.
After working in the business world for several years, Shao Qinghe thought he had forgotten about medical school long ago. But when Chen Lanjun mentioned this blank factory just now, the first thought that popped into his mind was that investing in building a pharmaceutical factory seemed like a good idea.
After whispering these words, Chen Lanjun moved closer and held his hand: "I know you can do it."
Finally, he added: "You're not so stupid as to not keep some money for yourself, right?"
Her words made him laugh, and he took her into his arms: "It's not stupid now, but if in the future... that may not be the case."
After a pause, Chen Lanjun knew what he was talking about and deliberately ignored him, only encouraging him to work on his own.
"And there's another benefit," she said, "If you really invest in your own factory, then we'll have more time to meet each other a few days a week."
"This benefit is indeed very tempting." He kissed her hair and promised, "I will definitely consider it carefully."
After returning to Hong Kong, Shao Qinghe gathered a team and conducted some research.
Chen Lanjun's vision is as good as ever. If nothing unexpected happens, the industrial park will be a gold mine after it is completed, and the position reserved for him will also be one of the best plots of land.
As for the prospects of the pharmaceutical factory, it is also broad. It can introduce some foreign drugs, produce and introduce them in the mainland, and it can also fund some medical researchers to invent new drugs.
After careful consideration, he drove to the bank, used the inheritance left to him by his mother and grandfather, and registered a new company called "Lan Yao".
The formalities had just been completed, and the stamp on the document had not yet dried when Shao's father called.
"Come to the old house."
Although it is called an old house, it is actually not very old. It was built by Shao's father when he became rich. It is a mountain villa that is at most 20 to 30 years old.
Shao Qinghe's leather shoes stepped on the shiny marble floor, his face expressionless.
A mahogany door opened heavily and closed heavily again. It was Shao's father's study.
When he walked in, the first thing he saw was the portrait of his mother, Miss Su, on the wall, and his eyes were filled with irony.
Outsiders said that Shao's father loved his original wife so much that he hung his wife's portrait in the study and looked at it every day.
Shao Qinghe didn't believe it. God knows what this man is thinking. He has the nerve to hang up his mother's portrait and still do things calmly. He guessed that it was probably to show sincerity to the Su family in the board of directors.
Father Shao sat in front of a carved desk, with a wall of books behind him, which looked like a classical oil painting. He himself was like a gentleman in a classical oil painting, sitting there and looking at him.
After a while, Shao's father spoke: "You have to invest and build a factory in the mainland yourself."
It was originally a question, but it came out in a calm tone like a statement.
Shao Qinghe nodded: "Yes."
Father Shao adjusted his sitting position, crossed his arms, and asked, "Are you so optimistic about the mainland market? Or is it because of that girl named Chen?"
Hearing this, Shao Qing and Fang raised their eyes and stared at him.
It's not surprising that Shao's father knew about Chen Lanjun's existence. He went to Pengcheng City to report once a week. Others could be fooled and paparazzi could spend money to suppress the news, but it was difficult for Shao's father to hide it.
After all, this father also sent someone to keep an eye on him.
Shao Qinghe said coldly: "This investment did not use the Shao family's funds. I think I have no obligation to report."
The father and son confronted each other for a long time, and then Shao's father said, "Okay. Your brother is more optimistic about the market in Western countries and is also striving for a project."
His eyes moved between Shao Qinghe and the portrait of his wife on the wall, and he sighed.
"Then prove to me, Ah He, whether your choice is correct."
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