20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3580 A Little Interest Arises
Upon arriving at the outskirts of Mingzhu City and exiting the highway, Feng Caiwei suggested that she drive herself. This would save her from constantly giving instructions to the driver and prevent her from taking the wrong turn, which could sometimes add several or even more kilometers to the journey.

Duan Fengqing had her driver and secretary sit in the back, while she sat in the passenger seat to admire the city's development.

He said to Feng Caiwei, "The last time I was here was a few years ago. This city has developed so rapidly."

"Yes, when I was a child, I came here with my grandparents. Back then, apart from the Bund, the Pearl River Delta was just average. But in the past ten years, the changes have been earth-shattering."

Feng Caiwei sighed and said, "The villas in the second phase of the development where Zhao Chang'an lives last year cost more than 11,000 yuan per square meter. An ordinary townhouse costs two or three million yuan, which is equivalent to the salary of an ordinary wage earner for 150 years without eating or drinking."

"How are your talks with the passenger transport company going?"

Duan Fengqing had heard about this matter, but she was only temporarily replacing Feng Jianfei at the time, and such trivial matters did not require her attention; the supervisor in charge could handle them.

Duan Fengqing hadn't asked any questions along the way because she was afraid that if she asked too early, it would be inappropriate not to inquire. She was asking now because they had already arrived in Mingzhu, and there wouldn't be time to ask again once they reached Liu Yihui's house.

After lunch, Feng Caiwei naturally took her leave. Duan Fengqing guessed that he didn't know when he would see this junior again.

Asking is simply a way of showing concern.

Moreover, Duan Fengqing estimated that the contract was off the table, otherwise Feng Caiwei wouldn't have returned to work so early.

"They said they need to think about it some more, but I reckon they'll choose Yutong."

Feng Caiwei said nonchalantly, "I'm not a salesperson. It's better if we don't make a deal. It saves me the trouble of running around and providing financial loans."

Duan Fengqing nodded without saying anything, indicating that she understood. In fact, she felt that the passenger transport company was doing the right thing.

One is a well-established bus brand with a reasonable price, while the other is a bus branded as a joint venture. Whether it is suitable for domestic roads, especially in mountainous cities and on national highways that are often bumpy, remains to be seen.

As long as it's a rational choice, the outcome is self-evident.

"Zhao Chang'an is an excellent businessman with a keen eye for business. He also has a great advantage: he never sacrifices the environment for economic development. On the contrary, I think he has always wanted to do something positive for environmental protection. From the nursery industry at the beginning, to the rose-themed cultural tourism, I heard that he has set up a farm in Dianshan Lake and a green organic industry in the upper reaches of the Xin'an River. All of these are examples of his work."

Duan Fengqing said, "Although Caiwei, you are from Zhengzhou, since you have lived in Shancheng for several years, you can be considered half a Shancheng native. You are both outstanding talents who have made it out of Shancheng. I hope you can communicate with each other and create a better future, so that Shancheng can be proud of you."

“Aunt Duan, Zhao Chang’an is good, but I’m not. I’m a million miles behind him. But I accept that you consider me half a Shancheng native. If I have the opportunity in the future to do something for Shancheng, I will definitely do it without hesitation.”

Feng Caiwei was an outstanding talent who had worked in the troupe in Zhengzhou for several years. She was very familiar with this kind of situation and spoke with reason, evidence, and empathy.

However, she clearly separated herself from Zhao Chang'an in her words, which obviously showed that she harbored considerable resentment towards Zhao Chang'an.

Duan Fengqing didn't say anything more. She had no interest or energy to act as a peacemaker. She just wanted to clearly express her position and opinions. Whether Feng Caiwei listened or not was her business. No secrets stay hidden forever; her driver and secretary had been with her for several years, so she naturally trusted them.

But a few years or a decade later, some of her words and deeds will be brought up and discussed by many people over tea. Who knows if she, now retired, will talk about what happened in the car today?

Duan Fengqing has always held himself to high standards and cherished his reputation and image.

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Zhao Chang'an seemed to hear the female nurse calling him, and looked up at her somewhat blankly.

"Mr. Zhao, I was just curious what you were thinking about so intently. I called you two or three times before you heard me."

It must be said that young, handsome, talented, powerful, and self-made men are indeed very attractive to women, especially young, beautiful, and confident women who are inexperienced in the ways of the world.

While Zhao Chang'an was deep in thought, he suddenly made the nurse's heart flutter. She was very confident in her appearance and had just been hinting to Zhao Chang'an not to flirt with her, saying she wasn't interested. But half an hour had passed, and she even stood up to change Jiao Fengyue's water bottle. Zhao Chang'an, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, seemed not to notice and sat almost motionless, deep in thought.

This inevitably aroused her curiosity, as well as a little resentment in her heart. Am I not pretty? Which nurse doesn't show an amazed expression when she first sees her man at the nurses' station?
At first, she scoffed, thinking it was just a pretentious act, a ploy to hook her. She'd seen plenty of men in the hospital deliberately ignoring her, engrossed in profound books, and old professors spouting obscure jargon. All she could think was a disdainful "Pah!"

But after half an hour, she finally understood this simple truth: perhaps in the eyes of the richest man, she was just a passerby, insignificant and unimportant.

She was so arrogant that she thought he wanted to date her, and the reason was simply that she was beautiful.

However, upon closer reflection, he is surrounded by beautiful women, and he has probably already become aesthetically fatigued.

Unable to resist any longer, and finding it truly boring to sit like this, she decided to chat with Zhao Chang'an to pass the time. Although she was a studious girl, Tang Wenxuan's book was rather dull, and with the fire in front of her keeping her warm while her back was freezing.

To her surprise, she couldn't wake Zhao Chang'an even after calling him twice. It wasn't until she called him a third time, still not satisfied, that he looked at her with a confused expression.

A handsome aura emanated from him, causing the female nurse's heart to pound and making her feel a little breathless.

He's so handsome!
"It's nothing, I didn't sleep well last night, and I got sleepy from sitting by the fire."

Zhao Chang'an didn't say what he was thinking, because in his opinion, talking to this female nurse about these things would be a waste of his time and breath, since she wouldn't understand.

"You seem to be thinking very intently; you don't look like you're dozing off at all."

The nurse smiled and revealed Zhao Chang'an's insincerity; clearly, she had developed a tiny bit of interest in him.