Chapter 982: A Unique Perspective

The plane descended slowly and finally touched down, coming to a steady stop at Hong Kong's Kai Tak Airport.

Outside the terminal, the door of a Mercedes-Benz sedan opened. A pair of long legs stepped out, followed by high heels hitting the pavement. Betty, wearing sunglasses and clutching a small handbag, shook her hair in the sunlight. With a *bang*, she closed the car door and strode toward the arrivals exit, looking both pure and cool.

Wang Laoban, in a suit and with his hair slicked back, walked out to see exactly this version of Betty. He smiled as he walked over, and she naturally hooked her arm through his.

"Half a year has passed, and you've changed a lot."

"For better or worse?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't want to go back to being a waitress at the Peninsula Hotel."

"Then that's for the better." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "You should have that kind of spirit; only then can you live a good life."

"Why not talk about work?"

"If possible, you should find something to replace work. Some people use work to make money, and some find value in their work. You're different; you aren't really short on money now, and you don't find value in your work. I remember you once told me you used to like collecting stamps, reading, music, and dancing—cultivating your interests. All of that is very good."

Betty shook her head. "I'm finding success in my work now."

"How much success counts as success? As long as you like it, I support you."

"Daozai originally wanted to come pick you up too, but I didn't let him. We've arranged to meet tomorrow."

Wang Yan nodded, acknowledging this. It was quite interesting, actually. Betty felt awkward calling a man pushing fifty "Daozai," always wanting to call him "Brother Dao." But Daozai resisted strongly, calling her "Sister-in-law" at every turn. The old guy really didn't care about his face, and once Betty saw that terrified, respectful look, she couldn't call him "Brother Dao" either, so she just had to leave it at that.

The two chatted and laughed as they reached the parking lot. Wang Yan looked at the shiny black Mercedes and nodded. "Not bad. You should find a driver; you're supposed to sit in the back."

"Usually, it's a girl Daozai found who drives for me. She's very capable, trained in Muay Thai, and they say she's my bodyguard too. You'll see tomorrow; she's a good person. This car is a grey-market import, very cheap. Daozai bought one for himself and gave me one. It wasn't that important, so I didn't mention it on the phone."

"Daozai is quite impressive now..."

"He's got deep pockets, lots of brothers, and plenty of guts now. I hear he's fighting and grabbing territory every day, really showing off. A while back, he was even dragged in by the police and held for twenty-four hours. I think you should talk to him. If he keeps going like this, I'm afraid he's going to end up in the gutter."

Wang Yan shook his head with a chuckle and stowed the suitcase. "Let's go."

Once in the car, Wang Yan sat in the passenger seat while Betty drove seriously, heading straight for the apartment she had newly rented in Causeway Bay.

Why not let Daozai come? Because obviously, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Although the two weren't married, their deeply interactive partnership, after half a year apart, needed to continue deepening to reawaken the surging passion of their initial collaboration...

That was the most primal human sensation, leading straight to the heart. It was the sweat seeping out from the ecstasy, the heavy, fervent gasps, and the most profound expression of emotion. She tilted her neck back, sweat soaking her hair and sliding down her beautiful face. Under the warm yellow light, the sweat glistened, flowing from her jawline down her elegant neck...

It was a whirlwind, and not until the afternoon of the next day did Wang Yan and Betty meet Daozai at a nearby street food stall.

Although Daozai was now a "Brother Dao" in name and reality, and was surrounded by many people when he went out to eat, he still honestly called him "Brother Yan" upon seeing Wang Yan. The "guts" Betty spoke of turned him into a gentle little kitten; he didn't even dare to speak loudly.

Wang Yan liked Daozai's humility. Although he had indeed become a bit arrogant, he didn't think that having a little power meant he could take charge. This was good; it meant he could live a long life.

"I hear Brother Dao is very impressive?"

Wang Yan said with a smile while eating, making Daozai shiver.

"Brother Yan, I really have no choice. When you have a lot of brothers under you, you need places for activities. When you're out and about, there are always some ignorant underlings causing trouble. I'm out here in the streets, and I'm the big brother; regardless of right or wrong, I have to stand by my own people. I don't want to, Brother Yan. Did Sister-in-law tell you? I was dragged in for no reason a few days ago and held for twenty-four hours. How could I not know they were warning me? But I'm really wronged."

Daozai explained in a panicked, tearful manner.

Wang Yan looked at him for two seconds and nodded. "Do you know that those big syndicates are all trying to go clean? You look impressive now, and no one is touching you, but that's because they're waiting to see you grow strong enough to be a target. Or, when you get carried away and forget who you are, and you annoy someone enough for them to take a shot at you, it'll be too late to say anything."

"Brother Yan, I really don't know what to do. When there are many underlings, you have to grab territory. We have many factories, but they can't accommodate that many people. I take in underlings, and they take in underlings; it's a mess, a foul atmosphere. I really can't control it, Brother Yan. You know me; I was just a small-time thug before. To be forty-five and still on the streets—it would be a laughingstock if people heard."

"If it weren't for you giving me a chance, Brother Yan, how would I have today's situation? I won't hide it from you, Brother Yan; I really don't know what to do, and today I wanted you to make the call. Whatever you say, I'll do."

"No drugs involved, right?"

"Brother Yan, I really don't. But now that there are so many people under me, I can't keep a handle on it."

"You'd better not." Wang Yan shook his head. "How many people are there now?"

"Four hundred and fifty-six, that's what I know. Some people have others under them, and I'm not clear on that."

"If you count it that way, isn't it over a thousand? You don't even know the situation or the personnel; you're really in a hurry to die."

"Brother Yan, I really don't know what to do."

"Go establish a logistics company. The small leaders become team leads, and the underlings go to work. Those willing to stay can continue to follow, and those who aren't can get lost. Formal employees are your formal underlings; what happens with the others has nothing to do with you. Stop collecting protection money. Gambling dens, massage parlors, and loan sharking—leave those to underlings you trust. Don't push people to bankruptcy or death; you need to accumulate merit."

"In the future, if those who can't pay back the high-interest loans come, have them work at the logistics company. Don't think about exploiting people forever; give them a chance to turn over a new leaf. You make money, and you also persuade people to turn back."

"Aren't your underlings delivering barbecue seasoning and herbal tea? For other business, go take a look at the port; you can also contact other companies and find ways to take on small orders. Do it slowly, and you'll be able to build it up. As long as you do logistics well in Hong Kong, feeding a few thousand people won't be a problem. Then, find ways to take on overseas logistics orders and do business in Southeast Asia. Once you reach that step, you can consider your life a success."

Daozai looked troubled. "Brother Yan, you ask me to fight and kill—although I'm forty-six, I exercise, and I can still swing a blade. But asking me to negotiate business? I really can't do it. The companies here are all managed by Sister-in-law; I do whatever she tells me. I really can't do this."

"Do you understand what it means to play both sides of the law?"

"You mean..."

"If you can't negotiate business, can't you send people money? Can't you introduce pretty women who want to climb the ladder or make money? Can't you take people out to play cards? If they still don't accept, go to their door and send some food and gifts. You're a thug, a hoodlum; can't you be annoying?"

"You do business properly—no fighting, no cursing, no killing, no arson—what's the problem? Harmony brings wealth; if it doesn't bring wealth, then there's no harmony. Do you understand, Brother Dao?"

Wang Yan was teaching a thug the rules of being a thug, leaving Betty on the side feeling quite bewildered. She vaguely felt that Wang Yan was more like a gangster than Daozai. She vaguely recalled that she hadn't known Wang Yan for long, but the natural way she got along with him, combined with the longing from their long separation, made her feel as if she had known him for a very long time.

"Understand, understand, Brother Yan. I'm Daozai, Daozai—don't call me Brother Dao, I'm scared. Let's drink, Brother Yan. I toast you."

After taking a sip of beer, Wang Yan said, "You establish the company and develop it first. Later, I'll establish a logistics company in the mainland and inject capital for you. The mainland side will do the mainland, and you'll do the overseas side."

"Brother Yan, I'm relieved now that you've said that. Doing it by myself, I had no confidence. Don't worry, Brother Yan, I'll definitely do a good job here and won't let you down."

"It's for you, not for me." Wang Yan tilted his head toward someone in the distance watching them. "Offended someone?"

"Thanks to you, Brother Yan, I've been a bit too prominent lately. Plainclothes, you know."

"Stay away from me in the future. I'm a legitimate businessman; don't make it look like I'm a criminal conspiring with you."

"Then there's no help for it. Brother Yan's thighs are thick, and I have to cling to them."

"Protect Betty well, and protect your family well. Don't bring trouble to them. You're responsible for your family; if Betty runs into trouble, you can go feed the turtles in the sea."

"Don't worry, Brother Yan. Even if something happens to me, Sister-in-law will be fine." Daozai turned to look at Betty, who was clearly rosy-cheeked and in high spirits. "Sister-in-law, you heard him. Don't be polite; if something happens, you must speak up. Even if it costs me my life, I'll do it right."

Betty nodded politely.

Wang Yan waved his hand. "Being a big boss and showing off on the streets won't last long. Focusing on legitimate business and walking the right path is the only way to be profitable, stable, and respectable."

"Brother Yan is right. I toast you, Brother Yan."

After such a dinner, Daozai went off to do his work, and Wang Yan and Betty strolled the streets. It was only then that they began to talk about serious business matters.

Betty asked, "You're going to do logistics?"

"Just doing it along the way. My seasonings and footwear will be spread across the country later, all direct sales. Right now, for seasoning deliveries, some buyers come to pick them up themselves, and some we find trucks to send out. Instead of that, I might as well buy my own trucks and hire people. Following the development of the seasonings and clothing, we'll simultaneously expand the transport business."

"Right now, there are construction sites everywhere, and roads are being repaired everywhere. Cargo turnover is an important factor in economic development, and logistics is the intermediate link. Moreover, international trade will be even more prosperous in the future, and international business will inevitably have greater development. In general, logistics has a very bright future."

Wang Yan explained roughly, then turned to ask, "How are the factories in Shenzhen? When will they start production?"

"End of the month, I suppose. The workers are all found, and we're currently adjusting the equipment for pre-production. Next month, we can officially produce bottled and canned herbal tea drinks. We'll first spread them in Hong Kong, Macau, and the Guangdong-Guangxi region, then promote them to Beijing and Shanghai, and spread them across the country. At the same time, we'll test the waters in the Southeast Asian market. It's going to be busy from here on out."

"Don't be too busy. Even if you want to find success through work, success doesn't happen in a moment. Often, you have to slow down. For example, right now—you haven't walked on the street like this for a long time, have you?"

"It's been many years."

"Since money isn't a problem, living a good life is the most important thing."

Betty smiled and turned to ask, "How long are you staying in Hong Kong?"

"I'll keep you company for another seven days."

"Mm, I'm going to be busy too. How are you going to do it this year? Just logistics?"

"I already said it's just along the way. Right now, the Soviet Union is unstable, and many people are making fortunes there. I'll probably be there for the whole year, striving to use this opportunity to get some high-end equipment back, and by the way, make more money to develop the existing industries well."

"For example, my footwear brand—my direct sales stores are all bought. This time, I'll strive to buy hundreds of storefronts in cities directly. Most importantly, I'll buy you a villa on the island."

Betty hugged Wang Yan's arm tightly. "It's too big for one person; I'm scared. I feel empty even in the apartment I'm renting now. Let's just buy an apartment; it'll have more life and won't be as empty as a villa."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "Then we'll buy both; you can live wherever you want."

"It's better to save some money. Two houses here are enough for you to open dozens of stores in the mainland."

"Opening them early or late is the same, but life is different. You should enjoy what you should enjoy."

"Anyway, you're the one spending the money; I'll listen to you."

"Later, I might need your cooperation. There are some pieces of equipment or resources that aren't needed, and they need to be shipped abroad. We'll have to use the name of Xuezhi Investment for the turnover."

"I'll follow your instructions, just like you told me last year—whatever you say, I'll do."

Wang Yan laughed and ruffled her hair, receiving a dissatisfied, coquettish pout from her, and just like that, they strolled together through the streets of Hong Kong...

A week meant a week. Wang Yan finished keeping Betty company and provided entrepreneurial guidance to the clueless Daozai before setting off for Moscow.

Truth be told, there wasn't a single person in this world as close to the "Big Brother" as he, Wang Mou, because he had started his business by picking up their inheritance several times over. All kinds of situations, all kinds of resources—he knew them all like the back of his hand.

However, he had passed the initial excitement. He was no longer the person who knew nothing and felt heartfelt joy and a sense of achievement just from getting some things and making some money.

But coming here again, it inevitably reminded him of himself back then, still immersed in luck and full of drive.

Of course, he was still immersed in luck now, and he couldn't forget to thank the "Living Father" daily...

Wang Yan personally handled things, clearing the way in all aspects, using train cars to haul supplies from the mainland to the north. And from the north, he hauled all kinds of equipment and supplies back to the mainland, or shipped them via sea to Hong Kong, Shanghai, and so on.

What he needed, of course, was for his own use. He had already established a semiconductor company, also choosing Shanghai as the site, and was currently building a factory. The Soviet equipment was sufficient—of course, if it wasn't, there was no help for it; where else could he buy it? Having it was better than not having it.

What he didn't need, he looked for buyers for both domestically and abroad. Domestically, he sold them cheaper, earning enough to pay for several storefronts and their renovations. Abroad, of course, he added a bit more. After all, he wasn't just flipping equipment; he was also involved in other metal minerals and the like. It looked like he was doing a chaotic mess, but in reality, everything was in perfect order. His net worth was inflating rapidly; this was the catalysis of national wealth for an individual.

Hongyun Footwear's direct sales stores were increasing day by day, and the logistics business he did along the way was also constantly adding trucks, already having quite a scale. He also bought an apartment in Central, Hong Kong, and a storefront in Causeway Bay, which was used to sell clothes. He hadn't forgotten to have people go find Miss Wang for the paperwork, which was indeed handled very quickly...

Three months passed like this, and time arrived in June.

That afternoon, Ye Dongjing was once again filled with laughter. It was so lively that when Wang Yan parked the car, he could hear the bustle from outside the door.

"Oh my, look who's here?" Teacher Ge was quite exaggerated. "Isn't this Wang Laoban? Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome! Hurry, hurry, sit inside."

"Oh, the old guy isn't calling me 'Little Northeast' anymore? That's good." Wang Yan didn't seem to hear Teacher Ge's sarcasm. He put down the two cases of Moutai he was carrying, walked in, nodded to A-Bao and the others, and greeted Uncle Ye.

Miss Wang laughed from the side. "I've heard Teacher Ge and the others complaining, saying you don't usually come, and only show up when Boss Bao is back to split the money."

"Is that how you're all arranging me?" Wang Yan turned to look at Teacher Ge and the others. "Then I won't have people send wine here anymore."

"I didn't say that, Wang Laoban, it was all Teacher Ge." Tao Tao immediately distanced himself.

"Oh my, Little Northeast, you don't have a conscience at all. Originally, everyone was doing fine, but you moved to Julu Road and can't be found."

Lingzi said, "I've said it so many times—Wang Laoban is doing big business. Didn't he run off to the Soviet Union? Flying everywhere, where would he have the time? You're all like little children; it's really funny."

Wang Yan smiled. "I said it during the New Year—everyone is very busy this year, no time to rest. Didn't Boss Bao make two appointments with me before we could have today? I have to go to Moscow again tomorrow; I really don't have much time."

Actually, normally speaking, once he reached his level, let alone Teacher Ge's group, even A-Bao couldn't really converse with him. It was just that his mindset was peaceful, and he didn't have that many thoughts. These people had quite a few small flaws, but they were all decent people, which was why he came to Ye Dongjing often. Even if he didn't come, he would have people send wine over often. To him, it was a drop in the bucket, but to the people here, it counted as a gesture of friendship.

In reality, he could get along with anyone. He didn't have that many thoughts, and he was natural when interacting with anyone. Of course, these people were characters from the drama, which was also a certain reason; otherwise, why would he come to this world?

Uncle Ye asked with a smile, "How's the situation over there?"

"It's gotten a bit chaotic; it's hard to say specifically. Right now, from top to bottom, it's full of loopholes, the economy is in distress, and the people are in danger; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to make money."

A-Bao said, "A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Right now, the most popular thing is to go north to make a fortune; it really has made a huge group of people rich."

"Boss Bao is being modest. Didn't you also have a bountiful harvest this time? We didn't say much when we talked on the phone before, but now it's easy to talk. How much did you earn this trip?"

"It flipped eight times." A-Bao made an eight gesture. "Your one million earned seven million. According to what we agreed beforehand, it's 5.2 million. But I didn't bring the money today; it's too much, not easy to carry, and not safe. Wang Laoban, you tell me, how should I give you the money?"

"Forget the twenty thousand; let's round it off. Later, I'll have Hongyun's finance department go find Uncle Ye; just trouble Uncle Ye to remit the money to Hongyun's account."

"That won't do, Wang Laoban. Whatever we agreed on at the beginning, that's what it should be. I said 5.2 million, but there are still cents and fractions after that; it has to be calculated clearly." A-Bao rejected Wang Yan's kindness.

"I have no objection. Tomorrow, I'll have finance go find Uncle Ye." Wang Yan didn't refuse, nodded, and looked at Tao Tao, who was grinning from ear to ear. "You bought the minivan, right?"

"Bought it several days ago, but knowing we were coming to drink today, Fang Mei wouldn't let me drive it. Oh my, Wang Laoban, you don't know—when Fang Mei saw the box of money I brought back, her eyes almost popped out; she was going crazy. I said I wanted to buy a car, and she was so enthusiastic. Although a minivan can't compare to a sedan, a minivan can haul goods and carry people. Oh my, it's comfortable."

Teacher Ge shook his head repeatedly. "He'll only be fresh for two days."

Ling Hong was even more disgusted. "I rode in his car once; it had only been bought for two days, and he let those fish of his marinate it with their smell."

"I have to drive to the fishing port every day; what can I do?" Tao Tao looked innocent, but didn't forget to correct him. "That's seafood, not fish."

Ling Hong was also tireless. "Just tell me, was there fish or not?"

Seeing Tao Tao being slaughtered again, Wang Yan said, "Boss Bao, Stamp Li, are you all doing well over there?"

"Too well. That group of international students over there lost miserably. I heard the leader, some Mr. A, jumped into the sea and committed suicide. Oh my, it's really miserable." Stamp Li looked full of sighs.

"I see you didn't learn your lesson."

"We're the ones making money, Wang Laoban. They lost money and committed suicide; that's just bad luck. They caught up with the change in national policy, and they couldn't hold onto the stocks; what can be done? If they had held on firmly, and had another sum of money come in to pull it high and low, it would have been incredible. Let me tell you, Wang Laoban, if I, Stamp Li, had that day, I would absolutely not regret it."

After finishing his words, he spat and patted his own mouth. "Anyway, life and death are fated, wealth and honor are in heaven. I enjoy making money, and I stand straight when I lose money; there's nothing to say."

"You have a good mindset." Wang Yan nodded with a smile and asked again, "Since it cost a life, there's no trouble, right?"

"I don't think so; Uncle Ye says there is." A-Bao looked indifferent.

He had truly made a killing this time. His own one million became eight million, and Wang Yan had 2.8 million here. Stamp Li, Tao Tao, and other people like Auntie Fatty—adding it all up, he had earned over ten million in this half year.

The current A-Bao was much stronger than the A-Bao at the same time in the original drama; this was all due to Wang Yan's influence. Although A-Bao was still kind and valued human relationships, Wang Yan was two years younger than him and had done it all by himself in a short time. He, more or less, had the idea of competing. Therefore, he invested more, made bigger moves, and naturally earned more.

However, now he had no intention of comparing himself to Wang Yan. Because Wang Yan had made it too big—he had even gone to dig the corner of the "Big Brother," and it wasn't just ordinary digging. He vaguely heard people talk about some of Wang Laoban's awesome deeds. Can't compare, can't compare. If you want to talk about having guts, he was quite convinced by Wang Laoban; he was truly daring...

Uncle Ye sneered, "That Mr. A wasn't alone. I heard he had some 'Thirteen Guardians' under him. By the time they reached that level, their relationships weren't simple either. Mr. A is dead, but the debt isn't gone. Although we weren't the ones who invested the most this time, we can still be ranked. Once others catch their breath, how could they let it go? If they catch an opportunity, they will definitely make a move. We must remain clear-headed at all times."

"However, I think capital revenge generally won't use other means; it will only make you return to where you came from. If you don't want to go bankrupt, then be careful."

"Uncle Ye's words make sense." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "However, I don't think it will be that friendly. It's not that other means aren't used, but that they haven't really offended people to death yet; otherwise, there would be a dump truck waiting outside tomorrow morning."

Uncle Ye's words weren't pleasant to hear, as if capital followed many principles. After all, if they truly followed principles, they wouldn't become capital.

"In short, we must be careful." Uncle Ye smiled, acknowledging Wang Yan's words.

"Alright, alright, the food is here, the food is here. In the blink of an eye, it's been more than half a year since we've gathered together. Today, we won't stop until we're drunk, especially you, Wang Laoban. You have to drink a few more cups. You're going to Moscow again tomorrow; who knows when we'll see each other next." Lingzi brought the dishes up and patted her head. "Right, you're not busy during the New Year, right? You'll come to Ye Dongjing to spend it together, right?"

"I see you're short of a cook, right?"

"Oh my, I run a restaurant; can I not have two unique skills? It's just that I don't show them usually. But truth be told, I really can't compare to Wang Laoban. But, we all value relationships; everyone drinking old wine together is a happy thing."

Wang Yan sat down with a smile. "I'll be done with work by then. We'll definitely spend the New Year together. You all know, I don't have friends. Hurry up and serve the food; I'm starving."

"Oh my, Wang Laoban saying he has no friends is too modest; you have friends all over the world." Miss Wang sat beside Wang Yan and continued the teasing.

"Those are business partners, talking about interests; it's always different from friends. Oh, right, I bought gifts for you all in Hong Kong and Moscow before, and also things I bought in South Korea, Japan, and some Southeast Asian countries, but I just haven't had the time to give them to you. I'll arrange it tomorrow and have someone send them to you in a few days."

"Oh my, I knew Little Northeast had the most conscience..."

"Really, Wang Laoban? Oh my, how embarrassing..."

"I just said Wang Laoban wouldn't forget us; look, even when going abroad so far away, he still thought about bringing us gifts..."

These were the words of the Ye Dongjing group and Stamp Li. On their lips, they were all kinds of embarrassed, but at a glance, they were all thinking about getting them quickly, buzzing and bustling, not lively at all.

Only one person was an exception, and that was Miss Wang. Her voice was already very loud, and what she said was even more distinguishable, because she pouted and said, "I don't want them!"

She glared at Wang Yan. "You have bad intentions. I've said it so many times—I can't accept gifts, not even from friends. Whatever you give me, I have to spend money to buy it. You're a big boss and don't care, but I make four hundred a month; how can I afford it? I think you just want to make me poor."

"Oh my, did you get a raise?"

"Hehe, raised by fifty." Miss Wang bared her teeth and smiled, a little excited, but then her face changed, becoming very serious. "Don't change the subject; even if I get another five hundred, I still can't afford your gifts."

"It's fine; I'll have someone bring them for you to see later. If you don't like them, then forget it."

"Don't, absolutely don't show me." Miss Wang had always believed that what Wang Yan gave would be very much to her liking. She didn't even dare to look, because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control the desire to have them.

Wang Yan hummed, crossed his arms, and asked Uncle Ye, "Uncle Ye, what do you think if I buy more and send one to each of the comrades in their clothing department?"

Uncle Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, feeling that Wang Yan's perspective was unique. He shook his head and smiled, "Then I'm afraid Jin Hua's career as a section chief will be over."

"You really have such big guts, actually..."

Wang Yan waved his hand and consulted Uncle Ye again, "Uncle Ye, what if I send a silk banner to the clothing department and send gifts along the way to thank them for their help in opening my clothing brand in Hong Kong? Would that work?"

"No!" Miss Wang shook her head, saying it very loudly, and even reached out to pat Wang Yan's shoulder.

Hm? Uncle Ye didn't pay attention to Miss Wang's chatter, because this perspective was even more unique. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, pushed his slipping glasses, and pondered for a moment before saying, "This can work, but the gifts you send had better be clothes."

"Then we'll send more along with the clothes. It's me, as a businessman, sincerely thanking the relevant government units for their help. It's reasonable and fair."

Wang Yan turned his head, raised his eyebrows at Miss Wang, and bumped her lightly with his shoulder. "Don't be anxious; wait a bit longer. The storefront in Hong Kong hasn't finished renovations yet. Once it opens, I'll buy some news in Hong Kong and take some photos, and then send them to your department together. What are you glaring at? Uncle Ye is your old senior; if he says it's okay, then there should be no problem. Even if there is a problem, at worst, it's just returning them; it won't affect you."

Watching Miss Wang pout, A-Bao laughed. "Wang Laoban really has a way; I'll learn from you in the future and send silk banners to No. 27, and send gifts along the way."

"Oh my, I'm annoyed to death."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows at A-Bao, then greeted, "Come, come, pour the wine, pour the wine. The landlady has spoken—we won't stop until we're drunk today."

A-Bao looked at Miss Wang, who was annoyed with Wang Yan, looked at the harmonious group, and looked at Miss Wang, who was annoyed with Wang Yan... ===== CHAPTER 983 =====