The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

After finishing her business, Cheng You leaned back on the sofa.

Yu, the engineer, sat quietly on the edge. With both bosses present, he had no opportunity to speak and felt quite uncomfortable.

"Dad, shouldn't we go back?" She turned her head to look at Cheng Jianguo and asked in a low voice.

Cheng Jianguo glanced at Ya Ya, who was sitting in a daze on the single sofa, and replied in a low voice, "Ya Ya just bought a lot of things. Xiao Zhao even bought her a cell phone. Her elders aren't with her. Let's wait a little longer until Xiao Zhao brings over Ya Ya's purchases and the cell phone so we can take a look at them before we go back."

Cheng You nodded gently: "Okay."

Flagship store.

Zhao Junchen hung up the video call, went to the cashier to pay, and was still dizzy, his mind still reeling from the shock.

Little Ya Ya's Uncle Cheng is actually Chairman Cheng?

Could I have misread it?

He gripped his phone, staring at the still-open chat window, and tapped on Uncle Cheng's WeChat Moments as he walked. No, no, I have to double-check.

Uncle Cheng, Ya Ya's father, doesn't post much on his WeChat Moments. There are a few sporadic updates related to the company, but most of the content is about his daily life: walking the dog and fishing in the wild.

Zhao Junchen scrolled down little by little, looking at the daily life, and discovered that this Chairman Cheng was actually an air force master.

Nine out of ten times I fish, I come up empty-handed; most of the fish I catch are ones I bought from the market.

Yes, he has completely confirmed that Uncle Cheng is indeed Chairman Cheng Jianguo.

Wang Yifan, who was waiting outside, saw Zhao Junchen emerge from the flagship store looking distracted and teased, "What's wrong? Buying a phone has you this shocked? Wow, a triple-fold one! This little girl's got some nerve. Our young master Zhao really managed to snag a hidden gem."

I said, "Zhao Junchen, you still have flowers on your phone? The delivery truck is waiting. Hurry up and get in the truck, we're going to deliver the goods. This batch of wires, pipes, and fittings—judging by the length and quantity—their village is going to have a major water and electricity project. Once construction starts, your sand quarry will be able to produce a lot more. The batch they bought before probably wouldn't even be enough to build half a wall! This order is lucrative!"

For people in this line of work, a project the size of Lotus Village is almost as lucrative as a small municipal engineering project; normally, you would have to compete for it to win.

If it's a real bidding process, it's unlikely that his family or Zhao Junchen's family will win.

Even disregarding the eligibility requirements, the performance threshold and financial constraints are already very stringent. Large projects typically involve supplying goods first and then delaying payment, requiring upfront funding, as well as bid bonds and performance bonds. The combined cash flow of these two companies barely meets the requirements for the commercial city.

In this bidding process for the commercial city project, neither the Wang nor the Zhao families intended to compete for the main contract. Their goal was to wait until the general contractor won the bid and then act as subcontractors for supplying goods.

The windfall in Lotus Village was purely an unexpected stroke of luck.

After completing the Lotus Village project, their performance record will also improve.

Just then, Zhao Junchen grabbed him, handed him the phone, and said in a slightly shaky voice, "Look at this person, doesn't he look familiar?"

Wang Yifan glanced down at the photo. In the photo, a fisherman was standing happily, carrying a bucket of farmed fish that he had obviously bought from the market.

"Who is this? They look vaguely familiar?"

"Go look through his WeChat Moments again."

"Holy crap?!"

Wang Yifan was startled halfway through reading when he suddenly jumped up.

"When did you get these connections, kid? Isn't this Chairman Cheng of Jiancheng Group? Where did you get his personal WeChat? You've kept this well hidden, Young Master Zhao!"

"I just added him too. This is the Uncle Cheng that Ya Ya mentioned, the one who wants to buy the same phone as him. You have no idea I was video chatting with them just now, I was so scared I didn't dare breathe. Heaven knows her uncle is this guy..."

"Wow..." Wang Yifan was at a loss for words. He circled around Zhao Junchen twice. His good brother also had two eyes and a nose, nothing special.

Zhao Junchen frowned in thought: "Do you think I should bring the project materials with me? Take advantage of this opportunity..."

"There's no need," Wang Yifan shook his head. "Let's focus on getting this order for your little sister Ya Ya sorted out. One thing at a time. If we use helping Ya Ya as an excuse to submit documents and try to build a relationship, it will look terrible, like we're using a young girl as a go-between. Doing that is not only insincere but will also damage your relationship with Ya Ya."

Of course, if you only see little Ya Ya as a business client, then you can bring her along. But I don't think that's what you're thinking.

Zhao Junchen pondered for a moment: "You're right, let's go deliver the goods. Did you buy the insect repellent?"

"I bought it all. I don't know if the pharmacies around here have some kind of KPI target, but they really pushed a bunch of sales pitches on me. I just wanted to buy a box of deworming medicine, but they ended up pushing a lot of vitamins and calcium supplements on me too. I figured they weren't expensive, so I bought them all."

Wang Yifan kept rambling on and on. Zhao Junchen opened the car door, got in, and after thinking for a moment, called his dad and briefly explained the situation.

On the other end of the phone, his father shared the same thought as Wang Yifan, telling him to calm down and focus on completing the Yaya Village order, and not to rush into discussing other projects.

……

Zhao Junchen and Wang Yifan led a convoy of six heavy trucks slowly to the warehouse entrance.

The lead truck's horn beeped briefly.

As soon as Ya Ya heard that familiar horn sound, she jumped up.

"Brother Zhao is here! Uncle Cheng, Sister Cheng You, Uncle Yu, I'm going out to see!"

The little guy cheered and rushed out the door.

Cheng You and the other two exchanged glances and got up to walk to the door.

Six heavy trucks were parked on the road in front of the warehouse. The dim streetlights illuminated the giant water tanks strapped to the truck beds. The gaps between the tanks and the truck beds were also filled with rolls of colorful wires, black water pipes of various thicknesses, and other odds and ends.

Zhao Junchen was the first to jump out of the passenger seat, carrying a paper bag containing his phone.

When she saw the middle-aged man with slicked-back hair standing at the door, her expression stiffened slightly but quickly recovered. She smiled and waved the paper bag in her hand at Ya Ya: "Little Ya Ya, I've bought you a phone."

Jie Chi looked at the three people outside with disdain. These three were such a nuisance, refusing to leave.

When will His sofa and His phone finally be in His hands?

"Let me see!" Ya Ya ran up to him, tilted her head back, and her eyes sparkled.

This is a phone that costs over 20,000 yuan!

"Okay, shall we... go in and take a look? Grandpa Fang and Uncle Zhao aren't here? This batch of goods is so numerous and varied, we need to check it carefully." Zhao Junchen glanced around, but still didn't see anyone from Yaya Village.

Wang Yifan, standing behind him, waved the plastic bag in his hand: "Little friend, your medicine is ready too."

"Wow, thank you, brother!" Ya Ya picked up a bag in each hand.

"Xiao Yu, could you help me check and count the goods later? You're more professional. I've sent you the list; you and Xiao Zhao can check it together." Cheng Jianguo coughed lightly.

"Okay, Mr. Cheng."

The address "Chairman Cheng" made the two young men straighten their backs instinctively.