Sitting next to Wei Lun was Tang Jiao. Tang Jiao kept serving Wei Lun food, and they looked like a couple. Only the two of them knew that their relationship was one of gratitude.
"Mr. Wei, with such advanced technology at your disposal, if you were willing to start a company, I think it would definitely be a Fortune 500 company!"
The old man was actually very interested in projects that benefited the country and its people, but he didn't know how Wei Lun made his decision. It seemed that he was always sticking to some secret despite the temptations of money and fame.
"Grandpa, I'll consider it."
While eating, Wei Lun responded politely. For a businessman who could freely travel to and from the post-apocalyptic world, there were many opportunities to make a fortune. Perhaps Wei Lun would become one of the world's top entrepreneurs in the future.
"Jiaojiao, Mr. Wei is young and promising. You should spend more time with him and learn from his strengths."
The old man smiled as he looked at the two of them. Although he didn't know how they met, they were about the same age. Perhaps they would develop feelings for each other in the near future, or perhaps they would cooperate in some way? Wouldn't that be a good thing? The old man was extremely satisfied with his savior.
"Mr. Wei, Jiaojiao has been spoiled by us since she was little. If she offends you in any way in the future, please forgive her!"
Tang Jiao's father picked up a wine glass, clinked it with Wei Lun's, and then wore a gentle and kind expression, appearing very mature and trustworthy.
"Dear uncles, aunts, and elders, I am just an ordinary person. It is already something to be proud of to be able to dine with you all. Please stop flattering me. I'm afraid I might take it seriously and not recognize myself when I walk in the future."
As soon as Wei Lun finished speaking, the guests at the table burst into laughter. In their hearts, Wei Lun was not only principled but also humble, polite, and of good character—the kind of person who would make the best business partner.
After finishing our meal, it was already quite late.
Wei Lun had no choice but to stay at the Tang family's house. The room they prepared was a guest room, but it was decorated very elegantly. The antique doors and windows and the style of the decoration, along with the light from the floor lamp and the red carved carpet, made people feel relaxed.
After a comfortable night, Wei Lun prepared to return to Changhan City.
At 10 a.m., when Wei Lun was preparing to buy a plane ticket, the old man suddenly offered to use his private plane to send Wei Lun back.
The entire Tang family was shocked. How much the old man valued Wei Lun!
Even Tang Jiao's father couldn't help but curry favor with Wei Lun. It seems the old man's unwavering belief in repaying kindness is a core tenet; Wei Lun is already the person the old man is most grateful to, ranking at least in the top three.
“Mr. Wei, I’ve already arranged for a private jet to be ready. Jiaojiao will take you to the airport in a bit, and you can fly straight back.”
The old man's body was even more flexible than before, and he was able to walk healthily. His complexion also looked rosy and glowing, not at all like an eighty-year-old man. Apart from some wrinkles, even his hair had become a little darker.
"Then thank you very much, sir."
Wei Lun had never flown on a private jet before and wondered what it would be like. He was finally going to get to try out the private jet service.
With the old man's instructions, Tang Jiao drove the Mercedes to take Wei Lun back. This time, the lead car was still a Land Rover, with at least ten vehicles in the convoy, creating a uniformly imposing and powerful presence on the entire road.
In a short while, the convoy arrived at the airport where private jets were parked, and pulled up next to a white private plane.
It's only one-third the size of a commercial airliner, but it's extremely luxurious inside, fully equipped with all kinds of facilities, and its flight speed is no slower than that of a commercial airliner, and may even be faster.
Wei Lun said goodbye to Tang Jiao and then boarded his private jet, leaving Tang Jiao with a dashing image of his departing figure.
After going up, there's a large corridor leading to a large conference room. Walking forward, you'll reach your assigned seating area, very close to the cockpit. If you get bored, you can even chat with the captain.
Of course, Wei Lun wouldn't do that. After all, his life was at stake, so how could he joke around?
As the plane gradually ascended, the scenery outside the window resembled a vibrant and colorful dreamland. Skyscrapers stood tall on the vast land, and cars streamed along the densely packed streets. People's shadows moved slowly like tiny ants, while patches of flowers, grass, and trees resembled beautiful rainbows, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.
Wei Lun leaned back in his seat, initially thinking he was alone.
Suddenly, a flight attendant walked in.
OMG, are you kidding me? There are flight attendants on private jets?
She was actually a pretty waitress who served Wei Lun exclusively. She brought a cup of coffee to Wei Lun's side.
"Mr. Wei, this is coffee prepared for you. If you don't like it, we can replace it with juice."
This flight attendant has a slender figure, curvaceous and exquisite, with fair and clean skin like a Barbie doll.
"It's alright, I'll just have some coffee! How long does it take to get to Changhan City?"
Wei Lun picked up the coffee and took a sip. The rich, mellow flavor had a hint of bitterness—very authentic.
"If the flight goes smoothly, an hour should be enough."
After the flight attendant finished speaking, she sat down to the side, waiting for Wei Lun's call at any moment, as obedient as a servant.
Private jets have already reached speeds of 400 kilometers per hour, and are still accelerating.
Because he thought of the servant, Wei Lun also thought of Zhao Xiang at this moment.
Wei Lun looked out the window. He hadn't said goodbye to her when he left. He wondered if the girl was worried about him while she was home alone, or if she was pitifully waiting for his call.
Beautiful violin music filled the cabin, and a flight attendant brought a blanket and personally covered Wei Lun with it.
Meanwhile, Wei Lun was sipping coffee and listening to beautiful music, looking incredibly relaxed.
Around noon, the plane landed in Changhan City.
Wei Lun waved goodbye to the flight attendant and then hailed a taxi to the garden villa.
Back in familiar surroundings, Wei Lun was genuinely excited, as he now had another ten million in his pocket. It seemed he could start thinking about what kind of business to pursue. Changhan City was different from other cities; it was exceptionally large, connecting all provinces and cities across the country, making transportation convenient and the economy prosperous. Any business he chose could easily flourish.
Thinking of the other world, which was a scene of ruins and devastation with a severe shortage of supplies, Wei Lun hoped that this world wouldn't be like that post-apocalyptic world, otherwise he would have nowhere to cry.
After a half-hour drive, Wei Lun arrived at the villa's front door.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, I walked along the pebble-paved path into the house. Perhaps Zhao Xiang heard the noise, for she suddenly opened the door and excitedly ran out.
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