A Young Woman's Heart

"what?"

"There are too many places to invest in; this is just one of hundreds."

"Really? That's a lot of money? Or did you invest relatively little in each one?"

"It's usually between 20% and 50%." Zuo Ziya gently smoothed her bangs. "There are people specifically in charge of it. My family is only responsible for paying for it."

"No wonder the boss didn't recognize you." Huang Zhengyang suddenly understood. "And no wonder you were able to find me here..."

“I travel a lot, but this is the first time I’ve ever gone out in the passenger seat of a truck.”

"I'm not going there for tourism."

"Well, in my opinion, the feeling of arriving at the destination is not as good as the feeling of being on the journey."

Do you like to travel?

"Actually, I don't really like it that much," Zuo Ziya answered honestly. "It's just that sometimes I feel depressed staying at home, so I occasionally find an excuse to go out."

"Like this?"

"almost."

Are you strictly controlled at home?

"On the contrary, my parents love me very much and respect my opinions, but... there are still many rules and regulations that constrain them."

"Haha, then it's better to be an ordinary person."

Zuo Ziya smiled, pursing her lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Huang Zhengyang's words.

……

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Scenery Inside the Car

Q City is very close to Hangzhou, bordering T County, which is even considered part of the city's freight transportation.

Although Q City has the word "city" in its name, it is not actually a real city. It is a town under C County, or you could say it is a district.

It's just that because of its great fame, it's often referred to as a "city". Many people are not unaware that it is not a city, but after a long time, it has become a tacit understanding and a habit.

Huang Zhengyang uses a small truck, and the vegetables and fruits he is responsible for transporting are basically all within Hangzhou. Many times, he even delivers only within the city for several days.

Cross-city or even cross-province transportation is actually only a few times a month – because those are handled by dedicated personnel, and they are only called in to help when there is a shortage of manpower.

He knew this road very well. When he arrived in Q City, he would deliver a truckload of fruits and vegetables, and when he left, he would take some lake fish that he had prepared in advance.

This wasn't something Uncle Wang wanted to sell himself; he was just helping someone transport the goods and earning some travel expenses.

If there's a way to avoid driving back empty, then I won't drive; every little bit saved counts.

This applies to even the largest companies, let alone farmers who are essentially self-employed.

“We’ve recently increased our investment in your farm.” Zuo Ziya leaned gently against the window. Although the truck seats were old, they were kept relatively clean, especially the passenger seat—after all, Huang Yuxi often came up to sit there.

"Huh?" Huang Zhengyang lowered the sun visor. He had been looking in the rearview mirror and hadn't heard what she said.

Even if Zuo Ziya is very beautiful, he will still be very focused and in the right state when driving.

After all, this is no child's play.

"We will purchase vegetables and fruits from other people and transport them in a unified manner."

"Oh—it's not realistic to buy from individual farmers, is it? Larger farms can only be considered cooperatives."

“Establish a recycling station, just like throwing away garbage, and let individual households take it there themselves. Although the price is cheaper than selling it at the market, it is at least more efficient and can save a lot of time.”

"What about the big farm?"

"Mergers and acquisitions".

Huang Zhengyang was speechless for a moment.

He always felt that this was some kind of speculative and profiteering business.

If it weren't for the fact that it's open now, back then they would have been caught and "committed suicide" in the pigsty.

How many years has this era changed?

He felt that rich people were like gods, looking down on the world.

"Haha, I don't understand any of these things. I just deliver goods, make some money, and then retire when I've paid enough for my retirement. I'll open my own shop and live a carefree life."

What kind of shop do you want to open?

Zuo Ziya asked very seriously.

The truck slowly came to a stop at the traffic light, and Huang Zhengyang couldn't help but turn his head to look at her.

Sitting in the passenger seat, her fair thighs were crossed, and they looked somewhat plump.

It's actually not thick when standing upright; it's just that it's been flattened and now it's in a different state.

Hmm...it's very bouncy.

This national highway is not very wide, but it is not too difficult to drive on either. During the National Day holiday, you can occasionally see one or two police cars speeding by.

You can also see a few patrol cars driving very slowly on the roadside.

As the green light turned on, Huang Zhengyang released the foot brake and slowly pressed the accelerator.

Although the sun was strong, the cool breeze blowing in my face could still dispel some of the heat.

After all, it's autumn. No matter how hot it is, it's not like summer, when you're drenched in sweat and can't sit still in the car.

However, the subsidies for driving trucks are the highest in the summer.

"Is it hot?"

"Fortunately."

"If you're thirsty, there's bottled water right at your feet."

"Hmm." Zuo Ziya turned to look at Huang Zhengyang, whose skin was tanned by the sun. "How many years have you been driving trucks?"

"Three or four years, maybe...".

What to do in the summer?

"Just hang in there, haha. It's a few hundred yuan more each month, so it's a bittersweet experience."

The hardships of life did not break the man in front of him.

He remains optimistic and positive.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that many ordinary people are like this.

Besides, truck drivers are considered high-income earners these days, and their hard work is rewarded accordingly, so they don't feel too much pain.

"The scenery I see while sitting in your car is different from what I usually see."

"How are they different?"

"Less leisure, more impatience."

"Haha, it's really hot after all, isn't it?"

Zuo Ziya smiled, neither confirming nor denying, her earrings swaying gently.

To get there faster, Huang Zhengyang took a shortcut. The road was narrow, but there were usually few cars passing by, so the journey was smooth.

The road was flanked by mountains, and there were hardly any villages to be seen.

However, it's much cooler here.

Zuo Ziya placed her hand on the window, enjoying the breeze blowing in her face.

Just as she was about to say something, her vision suddenly cleared, and even the wind carried a hint of moisture and refreshment.

It was a turquoise lake, and a path ran along its shore. There was even an abandoned tollbooth by the lake, where vehicles could easily pull over and enjoy the natural scenery.

"Let's go this way again on the way back," Zuo Ziya couldn't help but say.

"Okay, if you get sleepy, just stop and rest by the lake for a while," Huang Zhengyang said, yawning widely.

The sun is shining brightly right now.

Fortunately, the road isn't far anymore.

In less than half an hour, the truck finally arrived at its destination.

The delivery location was a wholesale market in the suburbs.

The fruits and vegetables delivered were all varieties that were not commonly grown locally.

Of course, on the return trip, they didn't forget to load the truck with a full load of fish.

Some were alive, while others were dried and pickled.

However, many of those live fish will probably die by the time they arrive.

No matter how smoothly you drive, it's hard to avoid bumps.

After all, the road can't be smooth all the way.

"Want some soda?" Huang Zhengyang checked the car, walked to the small shop next door, and shouted to Zuo Ziya.

"For drinking."

"Want to finish drinking now?"

"……uncertain."

So Huang Zhengyang bought one bottle in a glass bottle and one bottle in a plastic bottle.

The former was for himself, while the latter was for Zuo Ziya.

He downed the bottle of soda in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and bought two more bottles.

It's not Coca-Cola or Sprite, but a beverage called Arctic Ocean.

The shape is somewhat similar to Fanta, and the taste is almost the same—but Huang Zhengyang always felt that this one was a bit more fizzy.

This stuff is hard to find these days; even the shop owner said this is the last batch.