Chapter 65: 064 Going to Shen City for the Class Reunion

During the period from mid-to-late August, Fang Qingye led teams to the countryside every day and also attended loan approval committee meetings.

This was normal work, so that was fine, but the phone calls from the boss were even more frequent.

They asked about approval results, urged him to nod and approve, and more often invited him to eat, drink, sing karaoke, and take saunas.

Even more excessive was the invitation for him to go play at the Royal Wynn International Entertainment Club in the city district.

Holy crap!

What kind of place is that?

That is the Jinghai version of "Tian Shang Ren Jian"!

At the entrance of this high-end entertainment club, before opening every day, all the "Princesses," "Young Masters," and escort Young Ladies would "assemble" by the roadside to receive "briefings," making groups of handsome men and beautiful women a "street scene."

I am still a virgin in this life; how can I go to such places?!

Fang Qingye really couldn't stand it; he had originally planned to wait for the iPhone 4 to come out and switch directly to a smartphone, but it seemed he couldn't wait.

He went to the Mobile Company and bought a Samsung G808 slider phone; this phone had the additional advantage of dual SIM dual standby.

Fang Qingye also got a new phone card, sent a mass message to his friends that he was changing his number, and turned off the old one as soon as he got off work; this immediately made things much quieter.

Today is Friday, and Fang Qingye went home on time.

Originally, Zhang Qunying suggested working overtime on Sunday, with the review group holding a meeting to deliberate on the enterprise loan materials that had accumulated over these few days, but Fang Qingye refused.

I still want to go fishing!

Of course, he couldn't say that out loud, so he said he had family matters over the weekend and needed to help his grandfather manage the nursery.

Su Ming also smiled and said he had to accompany his child to the city over the weekend and probably wouldn't have time.

"Let's put it on Monday then," Xia He said finally.

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to work overtime either.

Fang Qingye went home to eat; he was going to Yikang Garden to play badminton with Xia He that evening, but before setting off, he suddenly received a call from Song Dahai.

"Ye Zi, are you at home?"

"Yes, don't invite me out to eat; I have something to do tonight," Fang Qingye replied.

"No, I'm coming over to deliver a gift to you."

Fang Qingye was somewhat surprised. "You're giving me a gift? What play is this?"

"It's not me; it's Boss Tian. His loan has already been approved, and he insisted on thanking you and asked me what to give. I said you like tea, especially interested in Da Hong Pao, so he bought a box."

Oh, I see.

"Then thank you," Fang Qingye replied.

There was no need for him to be a saint who didn't eat the food of the human world.

Song Dahai delivered the tea leaves and left; Fang Qingye opened the exquisite packaging, took out the tea leaves, and brewed a cup.

Not bad.

But it wasn't the fragrant type; it was still a bit inferior to the one Song Dahai's father drank.

That stuff is hard to buy on the market now.

I'll drink it when I get back.

Fang Qingye packed his sports bag for playing ball; the phone rang again, and he looked to see it was actually a call from his Shencai classmate.

The caller was named Liu Shuai, the class monitor and roommate of Fang Qingye during university; he was also from Jiangsu Province, but from a rural area in Northern Jiangsu. What moved Fang Qingye was his perseverance—reportedly determined to get into Shencai, he took the exam for three consecutive years before finally passing, having quite the flavor of the modern Fan Jin.

But Liu Shuai was not a bookworm; on the contrary, he was lively, enthusiastic, and cheerful. Perhaps because he was a few years older than the other classmates, he was very experienced in handling affairs and served as class monitor for four years.

During the graduation season, he participated in the national civil service exam, applied for a position at the Shen City Banking Regulatory Commission, passed all the hurdles one by one, and surprisingly got in; he stayed to work in Shen City, becoming an object of envy for his classmates.

After Fang Qingye answered the call, Liu Shuai said on the phone that he was preparing to hold a class reunion in Shen City on August 31st, which was the day after tomorrow, Sunday, and he insisted that Fang Qingye must attend.

"Qingye, back in school, we two brothers ate from the same bowl; this is my first time organizing a class reunion, so you must support me and attend on time," Liu Shuai said on the phone.

With words spoken to that extent, Fang Qingye had no choice but to agree and promise he would definitely come.

The reunion is at noon the day after tomorrow; it would be best to set off tomorrow.

Sigh, looks like the fishing trip is going to be washed out.

Fang Qingye pondered, then suddenly remembered that Bai Ou also had to return to school for the new term; he wondered if she would be willing to go together? In the past, Bai Ou's father always drove her to school.

It would be good to have a companion on the road.

Fang Qingye took out his phone and immediately dialed Bai Ou's number.

"Bai Ou, I'm going to Shen City the day after tomorrow to attend a university class reunion; I'm planning to drive over tomorrow. Do you want to travel with me?"

"Great! I was originally planning to leave the day after tomorrow, so let's do tomorrow then. What time do we leave?" the girl on the other end of the phone said happily.

"You decide."

"Um... how about 8:30?"

"Okay, I'll drive to the entrance of your residential compound to pick you up then."

"Okay."

Just as Fang Qingye put down the phone, his mother, Zhang Meili, pushed the door open, cracked melon seeds, and asked, "Xiao Ye, are you going to Shen City with Xiao Ou tomorrow?"

"I'm going to a university class reunion; Bai Ou is returning to Shen City for the new term, so we're going together... Mom, how did your ears get so sharp? You heard all that?" Fang Qingye asked.

Zhang Meili didn't answer her son's question but said, "Don't let your father know; if your father finds out, he'll scold you."

"My father is really... so narrow-minded. Besides, what's wrong with Bai Ou getting a free ride? After all, we are childhood friends," Fang Qingye complained.

"Anyway, just make sure you understand in your heart," Zhang Meili looked at her son: "Actually, I think you and Xiao Ou are quite suitable; you know each other inside out. It's a pity your father's hurdle probably won't be passed."

"Bai Ou hasn't graduated yet; whether she comes back to work or not is uncertain, maybe she'll stay in Shen City," Fang Qingye said: "Also, I'm not considering these things for now," Fang Qingye said.

"Suit yourself," Zhang Meili said a sentence and returned to the living room to continue watching her TV.

Fang Qingye shook his head, picked up his bag, and left home.

He got up a little after seven the next morning; after finishing breakfast, Fang Qingye packed two sets of change-of-clothes into a travel bag. At 8:20, he drove to the entrance of the Bihai Garden residential compound to wait for Bai Ou.

Before a few minutes had passed, he saw Bai Ou dragging a large rolling suitcase out of the residential complex, followed by a middle-aged couple, the man holding a big cardboard box in his hands.

"Uncle Bai, Auntie Wan." Fang Qingye greeted them with a smile.

"Xiao Ye, I'm really so grateful to you. It's lucky you sent Xiao Ou to Shencheng — I've been especially busy with work lately and had no time at all." Bai Chuanzhe said.

"You're welcome, it was on my way... Uncle Bai, the cardboard box has orchids in it, right? Put it on the back seat." Saying this, Fang Qingye opened the car door.

The rolling suitcase went into the trunk, Bai Ou sat in the passenger seat, and Fang Qingye started the car.

"Bye-bye, Mom and Dad!"

"Goodbye, Uncle and Auntie!"

"Goodbye, watch the road and stay safe!"

After the little car drove off, Bai Chuanzhe stared at the back of the car and said: "What a fine pair they make."

"You can dream on!" His wife scolded him. "You think you can talk Fang Jianwen around?"

"That old Fang too — what deep grudge do I even have with him? Back in the day we ate from the same bowl... sigh." Bai Chuanzhe let out a breath.