My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 564 Wine and a wife are enough

Wei Dong insisted that, at least at this stage, he would not evade taxes, pocket money, or indulge in extravagant lifestyles; all profits would be invested in production and development as a savings account.

Moreover, it is absolutely distinct from the state-owned system. He only holds shares in any state-owned enterprises without taking any money, and his main product is a super non-stick pan.

However, his actions, combined with his claim of being a bomb disposal expert, brought him another consequence.

Just quickly.

This also shows how urgent things are.

Just two days later, Wei Dong drove to the city center to pick up Feng Chu after get off work as usual.

The date was easy to remember; it was New Year's Day. So, after more than six months, it was already quite obvious that it couldn't be hidden anymore. Even though Dong Xueqing didn't like to show off, everyone had seen it and the news had spread.

Even if Wei Dong had to bite the bullet, he still had to pick him up and drop him off every day.

There are already more than a dozen cars in the underground parking garage, including minivans, Santanas, 212s, and only one or two Toyota and Nissan sedans, which are extremely rare among Jiangzhou businessmen.

There were also two or three oddly shaped off-road vehicles and vans that looked like they were hand-made.

Wei Dong frowned and observed it for a while.

The security guard immediately came over obsequiously to report which family it belonged to: "Brother Dan has driven here before, and he said he'd rev the engine as soon as he heard it was in the garage!"

Wei Dong smiled and said, "Then be careful to stand far away. It would be terrible if you lost control and hurt someone."

As he spoke, he turned and got into the elevator, where another security guard was already pressing the elevator door button with an even more obsequious manner and waiting.

Even the elevator attendant inside waited respectfully.

This is the boss's imposing manner. Shen Cuiyue had been to Hong Kong and seen the style of some big companies. When she came back, she would definitely ask to learn from them. But if she deviated even a little, she would easily end up looking like a gang leader.

Wei Dong tried to take it as mere flattery and agreeing, since everyone who ate with him would naturally fawn over him like that, so he shouldn't take it seriously.

But if you do this every day, anyone will get used to it and become complacent.

I remember hearing a famous quote from someone while watching short videos: "You can control your appetite, but it's hard to control your sex drive, and no one can overcome vanity."

Even Xiaodie, nestled against her father's chest, listened to it every day.

However, Wei Dong liked to casually ask the elevator operators which floors were more crowded that day, and the elevator operators gradually developed a keen sense of observation.

"The fifteenth floor is the busiest. It seems someone can get their hands on motorcycles, and a lot of people are coming to buy them. The restaurant is doing really good business today..."

Wei Dong nodded and went out on the sixth floor. He was greeted with various "Hello, sir" gestures from the front desk to the office area.

In the past, people would dare to tease Xiaodie, but as the scale grew larger and the hierarchy became more and more distant, no one dared to casually talk to the little princess anymore, especially since the child never reacted.

She doesn't even give her aunt any face.

Dong Xueqing sat in the largest office, accompanied by seven or eight assistants. There were people specifically in charge of finance, warehousing, production, transportation, and logistics, and they also liaised with various external departments.

Someone is always on the internal phone communicating with their department and responding to the general manager's requests.

Anyway, it was all a work model she figured out herself.

Wei Dong felt like he was being treated like a human "search engine." He thought, "As the boss, I can ask you anything, but how you find the answers is your business."

He came over like a personal driver, lazily finding a corner sofa. Zhuoma quietly brought him tea and took Xiaodie to the toilet to wash her face and hands.

I casually flipped through the few newspapers that had arrived on the coffee table that morning and afternoon. The main one was the Jiangzhou Evening News, a metropolitan newspaper that was only launched last year. Unlike daily newspapers, which are almost entirely composed of official articles, this one started to focus on people's livelihoods and included a lot of everyday life information.

Previously, this large city with a population of several hundred only had one daily newspaper.

For Rang Weidong, who was used to the internet, the discomfort of being able to check the weather forecast anytime on his phone and the feeling of being blocked from information was something that only gradually dissipated after he spent many days waiting outside You Qili's shop.

That was already a compilation of all kinds of exchanges during the "information explosion".

Now it finally feels a bit familiar.

From the perspective of citizens, concerns include when grain coupons and meat coupons will be abolished, whether vegetable prices will rise, whether children can still take their parents' place at work, what procedures are required to set up a stall at the market, who to contact if a water pipe bursts in the hot weather, and how much of a price difference needs to be paid when switching from burning coal briquettes to burning natural gas.

This information was previously unavailable.

In fact, this is a signal that reforms are shifting towards economic life. It's ridiculous that some people stubbornly cling to the old slogans and have been left behind by the situation. On the other hand, some clever people really thought they would be able to let go completely and ended up becoming waste.

He told Wei Dong to look through the newspaper and casually jot down some notes so he could remind Lao Yu to publish this kind of newspaper on the plateau later.

He himself was a journalist, so he understood very well what this meant and what it would bring.

When Xiaodie came back, she snuggled into her father's arms. Now she has expressions and can communicate, but she still doesn't talk much.

She asked Wei Dong to read some interesting news to her.

Occasionally there would be a "Holy crap" sound, but otherwise it would just lean quietly against the wall.

Actually, seeing the loving father and daughter, everyone would subtly speed up their pace, because the general manager would soon become restless and, as soon as she leaned on the table, someone would immediately help her up.

He was all smiles with his belly sticking out, but first his niece rolled her eyes at him, and then his dad immediately stood up and got a snort.

After having Wei Dong give instructions and say goodbye to the others, he helped the pregnant woman downstairs, receiving greetings all the way. Unfortunately, those who greeted her didn't know that the boss didn't enjoy it at all; in fact, he was secretly thinking, "I'll write you all down in my little notebook."

Once in the car, he complained, "My eyes are glued to when the boss comes in and out. How can I concentrate on my work? Especially that logistics guy, he found an excuse to transfer him and put him in charge of Xiao Shen's job. I get annoyed just watching him fawn over him."

The child occupied the titanium alloy child seat in the front passenger seat, while the pregnant woman sat in the back.

Even with her big belly, she still had the liveliness of a young, inexperienced woman. She comfortably slumped into her seat, then secretly opened the thermos next to her and chuckled, "Is this glutinous rice cake and ice jelly for me?"

Wei Dong stubbornly insisted, "Oh, Xiao Die said she wanted to eat when we passed by the shop, so I bought an extra bowl."

These days, there aren't many convenient bowls and chopsticks for takeout; you have to bring your own.

Fengchu was already happily munching away: "Little kids should eat less; they get picky eaters when they're greedy."

Xiao Die was so angry she was cursing... When Wei Dongguan turned around, she saw that the child's eyes were saying, "What does this have to do with me?"

Then change the subject: "What do you want to eat, pig's trotter soup or mutton soup?"

Dong Xueqing struggled to resist the temptation of the food, because the journey from Jiangnan District to the city center happened to pass through a long stretch of Jiangzhou's most famous food streets.

You don't even need to walk through the food street; those are restaurants that have been trying to make a name for themselves in recent years, especially hot pot restaurants.

In fact, many time-honored food brands that have survived since the Republic of China era are already scattered around the area.

That is the essence of Jiangzhou cuisine, which distinguishes it from Sichuan cuisine.

Previously, Dong Xueying was quite resistant to spending time with her boyfriend, but now Dong Xueqing loves to go out and eat with him.

But she was also incredibly sensible, almost instinctively saying, "Let's go back, let's go back. Little Yue must have prepared something to eat. Let's go home and eat."

Wei Dong felt a bit hypocritical: "She just serves the dishes downstairs, they're not even as good as these established restaurants outside."

Dong Xueqing was sucking on the ice jelly without ice. The shimmering, crystal-clear gel was soaking in dark red sugar syrup, looking temptingly cool, but none of it was as lively as the expressions on her face, and she even made a face.

But she coaxed him gently, "Go back, go back, you'll feel safer eating at home..."

God knows how she can pout, roll her eyes, and still speak in a sweet tone.

Although he was hiding behind the driver, the child sitting in the passenger seat saw him and immediately pointed and exclaimed, "Eek... Holy crap!"

I almost spit out Dong Xueqing's ice jelly from my nose.

Wei Dong laughed and said, "Speak up, organize your thoughts, just say what you want to say. How am I supposed to know what you're trying to express if you don't tell me?"

Xiaodie hesitated for half a second, her face full of "forget it, it's not worth the effort to give up," and then indifferently leaned back into the titanium alloy car seat.

Her aunt immediately started showing off and teasing her, but she couldn't be bothered to respond.

It's hard to tell who's older.

Back home, Shen Cuiyue, who was only two months younger, maturely and steadily prepared several dishes.

Not much and not complicated, everything was indeed arranged to be delivered from downstairs: spicy and sour grilled fish, braised beef, spicy shredded chicken, minced meat with garlic, smashed cucumber, and spicy lotus root cubes in charcoal boxes.

At most, it was something the cooks downstairs prepared with a little extra care.

The main thing is that there's alcohol.

Qin Yuye comfortably took a bottle of red wine and said, "This time I'll ask Lawson to send over a few cases of good wine. You should learn to drink red wine; it's useful in many situations."

Wei Dong no longer needed to cater to any situation: "I don't drink outside. If I drink too much, I can't control what I say or do. Why would I fall for that? And you too! Stop trying to get me drunk. It's just a couple of drinks to relax and feel comfortable."

Shen Cuiyue feigned grievance: "When did I ever urge you to drink more? I was just taking a few sips with you. Here, just a little bit..."

She understands men.

It really was just a matter of cooking a few dishes, changing into casual clothes, having a couple of drinks at home, and looking out the large antique-style window at the undeveloped wilderness of the development zone. Although there wasn't much beautiful scenery, it had a vast and open feel.

Moreover, around the octagonal table, there was a glamorous woman holding a glass of red wine, a street-smart girl holding a blue-and-white porcelain wine cup, and Erwa's mother holding a bowl of ice jelly.

To say it's not pleasing to the eye is to go against one's conscience.

They chatted idly, each pondering their own affairs. Qin Yuye had said he would go to Shanghai in a couple of days, but then wanted to postpone it for a few more days. Dong Xueqing talked about the gossip at the White Building that day, how Shen Cuiyue complained that Old Madam Geng had dealt with her people...

It's a feeling of genuine comfort.

Wei Dong didn't intend to do anything big; he just wanted things to stay this way.

With a wife, kids, and a warm bed, a couple of drinks are all it takes to make a good meal.

As a result, Xiaodie, who was sitting in the high chair next to us, also started tugging at us to leave, which made Weidong laugh. The old wall clock in the house ticked to remind us, so Dong Xueqing patted the crumbs of snacks off her hands, got up and turned on the TV next to her.

Wei Dong's habit was to start watching TV at 6:50, keeping a close eye on his own commercial breaks, and then watching the news broadcast to confirm the situation.

Then, after seeing the first few messages from leaders, Director Zhu, who had previously dealt with Rang Weidong at Pingqi, appeared on the screen.

He is now the general manager of a real estate development company within an automotive industry company.

(End of this chapter)