20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3531 Ke Yaqing

Inside the living room, Zou Xiaojun and Yu Chaofei were discussing their grand ambitions. They had already identified a bankrupt rural passenger transport company. This company only had one privately owned bus that operated on the route from the local town to the county seat, and paid the company a fee of one thousand yuan per year for its affiliation.

The passenger transport company barely survived on this thousand yuan, the rent from a dozen or so storefronts along the street, and the tens of thousands of yuan it received from begging for alms in the town.

The problem is that this route follows almost the entire national highway, and there are many long-distance buses passing by along the way. In fact, this bus is basically out of service, only running a few trips during holidays or as a chartered bus.

This is why the affiliation fee is so low.

Zou Xiaojun's idea was to officially start recruiting on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, while Yu Chaofei felt it was best to wait until after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. There weren't many people looking for work now, and the bus was making money these days, so it wasn't the best time. Instead, they should focus on getting the loan office space and other necessary items sorted out in the meantime.

Then the two of them started arguing fiercely over this trivial matter, neither of them could convince the other, and they even asked Zhao Chang'an to judge.

Zhao Chang'an had no interest in thinking about such trivial matters and said impatiently, "I don't understand."

They then asked Liang Qian, who simply smiled and replied, "Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Annoyed by their endless chatter, Zhao Chang'an asked Zou Xiaojun, "Zou Shu, what do you think about your breakup with Feng Caiwei?"

“I have nothing with her, and we’ve never even met before. How can you say we’re exchanging pleasantries? But I’ve already made it clear to my dad what you mean. I told him that you think Old Feng Ru is too angry, that he’s used to sitting in an office and doesn’t know how to do economics.”

Zou Xiaojun bluntly stated, "It would be best to transfer him back and let him continue doing what he's good at: writing articles in the office with a newspaper, a cup of tea, and a pen."

"I rely on!"

Zhao Chang'an stared at Zou Xiaojun in shock: "When did I ever mean that?"

"I guessed it, wasn't I right?"

Zou Xiaojun said smugly, "Actually, I can't stand him either. When we eat together, he acts like he's so cultured, and I'm like I'm illiterate. How arrogant!"

"You're a damn good guesser!"

Zhao Chang'an had a strong urge to kick Zou Xiaojun, that idiot, and he was sure that these words would soon be relayed back to Shancheng through Yu Chaofei's big mouth.

Moreover, this big mouth is natural; he's been slapped in the face since elementary school and all the way to college, but he still hasn't been able to get rid of this good habit.

"Absolutely!"

Zou Xiaojun laughed heartily upon hearing this.

"I also think Lao Feng is no good. Junzi is such a promising young man, tall, strong, and handsome, yet he doesn't even like him. I heard his daughter is already twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, practically an old maid!"

Yu Chaofei offered his critique in a manner reminiscent of a cunning strategist.

Liang Lian, who was sitting next to Yu Chaofei and watching TV, frowned and glanced at him.

“I’m not talking about your Sister Liang, you’re not old yet.”

Yu Chaofei, thinking himself very clever, quickly explained to Liang Qian that he wasn't referring to her. However, Liang Qian was annoyed by being called "Sister Liang" and turned away, ignoring the two idiots. Zhao Chang'an opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then felt there was nothing to say. Besides, the more he said, the more mistakes he would make. And if his big mouth were to embellish and polish his words, who knew what kind of distorted nonsense they would become.

The range hood in the kitchen was humming. Zhao Chang'an stood up and said, "I'll go see what delicious dish Sister Ke is making. It smells so good."

The three young people didn't take it seriously. Zou Xiaojun and Yu Chaofei continued to discuss the disagreement, while Liang Qian kept changing channels with the remote control, looking for TV programs she wanted to watch. She didn't even glance at Zhao Chang'an, nor did she think of anything indecent.

Zhao Chang'an came to the kitchen and saw Ke Yaqing wearing an apron around her waist and a thin hat with her long hair tucked into it. She had a great figure, especially the apron's ties, which made her slender waist and hips look very attractive.

Seeing Zhao Chang'an come in, Ke Yaqing said with a smile, "Go out and have some fun."

"I watched my sister cook and learned her cooking skills by watching her."

Zhao Chang'an didn't leave. He stood in the kitchen watching Ke Yaqing busily chopping vegetables and deftly adding side dishes and seasonings to the two stew pots. Even in this movement, her slender arms were full of the beauty of dance.

Ke Yaqing glanced at him, smiled, and stopped advising Zhao Chang'an that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. Instead, she focused on washing the dried vegetables that had already been soaked.

That smile, with its curved eyes, has a youthful charm.

However, looking at her figure, she is a mature and charming woman who has fully blossomed. Even when she lowers her head, she is as graceful and beautiful as a swan bowing its neck to drink water.

No wonder powerful and influential men are attracted to dancers and artistic women. It's not just their good looks, but more so their temperament and slender figures, which give them a sense of conquest.

"Chang'an, your massage technique is really good. Is it your own unique skill?"

Ke Yaqing asked with a smile, "I slept very well last night. My aunt has a professional massage therapist. I called her and told her about it. She thought it was amazing because even though the areas you massaged were targeted acupoints, this kind of massage made my migraines almost disappear immediately, and I fell asleep in no time. She found it incredible."

"It's not exactly a unique skill, but how should I put it? You could say it's easy to understand but impossible to master in practice." Zhao Chang'an understood what Ke Yaqing meant, but he really couldn't teach it to anyone to relieve her migraines each time.

At the time, he simply pressed a dozen or so acupoints on Ke Yaqing's head, face, neck, and shoulders to relieve her nerve pressure. It sounds simple, but he actually used the technique of passing silver needles through acupoints and transferring qi with his fingertips.

It's less about massaging her acupoints and more about taking advantage of her. Even though Ke Yaqing is over forty, her skin is as delicate and smooth as a young woman's.

"So magical?"

Ke Yaqing clearly didn't believe it: "Is there some other explanation behind this?"

Zhao Chang'an couldn't say anything. He guessed that Ke Yaqing thought he was unwilling to teach, and Ke Yaqing's purpose in inviting him this time was very clear: she hoped that he could teach her massage therapist.

"This time was too rushed. Next time I'm in Zhengzhou, you can arrange for that masseur to come over, and I'll give him a demonstration so he can see if it's okay. What do you think, sister?"

"Okay, thank you so much, Chang'an."

Ke Yaqing smiled happily.

Zhao Chang'an didn't want to say much about this, thinking to himself, "You'll see when the time comes that my words 'easy to understand but impossible to master' are not empty talk."