Chapter 325: Why Him?

"Bro, what does 'showing off' mean?"

Li Ye felt profound helplessness; Li Dayong was actually quite smart, but the times were different—he simply couldn't understand.

As Pei Wencong and the others drew near, Pei Wenhui walked while hopping and waving at Li Dayong.

She was barely over one meter sixty, and blocked by a crowd of Dongshan people, she grew frustrated.

Li Ye had no choice but to say: "Dayong, you've seen foreign films, right? When lovers reunite after a long separation, they always show affection."

But Li Dayong's face instantly flushed red, and he said irritably: "Bro, Xiao Hui is very traditional."

【Bro, are you imagining something perverted? I didn't mean those kinds of foreign films.】

"How can your mind be so corrupt?" Li Ye snapped. "Just copy them—go wave at Xiao Hui hard right now, let her feel your passion and longing."

"Just say 'wave' outright—you're being so roundabout and missing the point."

Li Dayong grumbled at Li Ye, then extended his muscular arm and waved vigorously, bouncing on his toes as he did.

He was already tall, and with this gesture, he instantly became the most conspicuous figure.

Lin Zisheng and Chen Juming both turned to look, puzzled yet dismissive.

Chen Juming: "Someone like this dares to claim he's not the same as Qiuyan? Of course not—how can a mud eel in the muck walk the same path as a swan in the sky?"

Lin Zisheng: "Petty-mindedness is petty-mindedness—having a relative or friend who flies on planes and showing it off so blatantly? Truly uncouth."

But just as these thoughts formed in their minds, they saw the lovely girl push through the crowd, excitedly heading toward the exit.

Pei Wenhui was polite, squeezing forward while using her soft, sweet voice: "Excuse me, could you please move aside? Thank you so much~"

This adorable behavior instantly won everyone's understanding and goodwill; all eyes turned to Pei Wenhui, wondering why this fashionable girl was in such a rush.

Then, everyone watched in disbelief as Pei Wenhui threw herself beside Li Dayong and grabbed both his arms.

"Dayong, we got stuck in Shanghai for ages—I was so desperate. I told you one o'clock, yet you waited so long—it's all my fault!"

"I didn't wait long at all."

Faced with Pei Wenhui's tenderness, Li Dayong still couldn't relax—he seemed stiff and awkward.

"Oh, have you eaten? I brought some snacks."

Pei Wenhui opened her small handbag and rummaged through its contents; the sweet scent made everyone around her envious.

Don't assume rough northern men are naturally clueless about romance—they simply lack the opportunity; northern girls are bold and generous, but always lack the delicacy of southern girls.

"Sis, give me a kiss!"

"A kiss? How about I give you a sweet potato instead?"

Even Grandpa Li Zhongfa couldn't help nudging Li Ye, utterly astonished.

Li Ye said coolly: "Grandpa, girls over there are like this—they love when they love, and hate when they hate; they'd never pretend to like someone just to string them along."

Li Zhongfa slowly nodded and said: "Dayong is a lucky man."

As the two talked, Lin Zisheng and Chen Juming overheard them and thought they were sarcastically performing a comedic duet, mocking Lin Qiuyan for stringing Li Dayong along.

But Pei Wencong and "Second Uncle" had already arrived nearby; they had no time to argue with Li Ye and hurried to greet the foreign guest.

"Mr. Wang, you haven't forgotten your homeland—you've traveled ten thousand miles to return! Welcome, welcome!"

"Ah, been away three or four years, missed for thirty years—thank you all for helping me return before I die to see my mother again. Thank you, thank you."

"We're all children of Huaxia—we're only doing what's right. Is this the Mr. Pei you mentioned, Mr. Wang?"

Lin Zisheng chatted with Second Uncle Wang while quickly steering the conversation toward Pei Wencong, since according to Second Uncle Wang's information, this Mr. Pei had greater interest in investing in the mainland.

"Oh yes, yes—this is Mr. Pei from Tàlàng Literature Publishing in Hong Kong. Thanks to his years-long search for relatives, I finally connected with you!"

Second Uncle Wang hurriedly introduced Pei Wencong as this "great benefactor" to Lin Zisheng.

When Pei Wencong was still poor, he was affiliated with Lanhai Publishing in Jiaocheng and organized a "Ten-Thousand-Mile Search for Relatives" campaign, but it had little success.

But when you plant flowers with intent, they don't bloom; when you plant willows without intent, they grow lush—because of his ties to Lanhai Publishing, Pei Wencong ended up befriending Li Ye, rode his fortune, and soared to the heavens.

So after becoming wealthy, he revived the search-for-relatives campaign, poured in funds, and continued searching—until now, he finally succeeded in reuniting Second Uncle Wang with his family.

In the 1980s, there were no direct flights across the strait; all travel went through Hong Kong. So when Second Uncle Wang arrived in Hong Kong, he first thanked Pei Wencong before coming to Dongshan together.

"Mr. Pei, hello, hello—I'm Lin Zisheng, factory director of Dongshan Daqinghe Garment Factory. We've heard you're visiting Dongshan for inspection, and we've given it top priority; relevant department leaders are waiting for you."

Lin Zisheng acted decisively—whether it was tiger skin or bear fur, he'd grab it and use it first, aiming to whisk both Pei Wencong and Second Uncle Wang away.

Unfortunately, he had no idea why Pei Wencong had come to Dongshan.

Li Ye had visited Pei Wencong in Hong Kong several times; if Pei Wencong kept waiting in Hong Kong for Li Ye, wouldn't that be disrespectful?

And that soft-spoken girl… hehehe.

Sure enough, Pei Wencong smiled politely and said: "Sorry, Mr. Lin! I've already made an appointment—I'll catch up with you another time!"

"Mr. Pei, we heard you established an investment division specifically to serve Huaxia. Our factory has over three thousand workers and experience exporting garments—we offer excellent cooperation conditions."

Seeing Pei Wencong about to leave, Chen Juming, with her foreign trade experience, couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out her intentions and advantages all at once.

She knew foreign investors on the mainland always pursued profit; if she hesitated now, she might never see him again.

But Pei Wencong exchanged a few polite words with Lin Zisheng, merely nodded slightly to her, then walked toward Li Ye with a bright smile.

Lin Zisheng and Chen Juming were stunned.

Chen Juming couldn't help asking Second Uncle Wang: "Mr. Wang, that girl… is she related to Mr. Pei?"

Second Uncle Wang was also surprised: "That's Mr. Pei's sister! Who's that strong young man? How do they know each other?"

You're asking me? We want to know too!

Lin Zisheng and Chen Juming remained speechless for a long time; only now did they realize Li Dayong was genuinely here to meet someone—and the very person they themselves had hoped to meet.

As they watched Pei Wencong lock eyes with Li Zhongfa and others, his face lighting up with deep smiles, they knew Mr. Pei wouldn't be contacting them.

Still, connecting with Second Uncle Wang, a big boss, was some gain.

"Mr. Wang, let's first accompany you to visit your mother, then discuss cooperation—we've already submitted a report to the relevant departments; senior officials will receive you the day after tomorrow."

"Ah? Hahaha~"

Second Uncle Wang chuckled and said: "Director Lin, I can't handle cooperation alone—I must work with Mr. Pei, because his Fenghua Garment Company has trade ties with the mainland, and there are still obstacles across the strait."

"What? Fenghua Garment Company?"

Chen Juming suddenly raised her voice and asked Second Uncle Wang: "Mr. Wang, you said Mr. Pei's company is called Fenghua?"

Second Uncle Wang nodded and smiled: "Yes, but Fenghua Company is only a small part of his empire—he's a billionaire who lives on Mount Taiping."

Chen Juming and Lin Zisheng were both dumbfounded.

【Why? Why him?】

Lin Zisheng thought: How could a billionaire's sister possibly be interested in Li Dayong? Even my own daughter wouldn't look at him!

Chen Juming, however, was seething with rage.

Because her misfortune stemmed from Fenghua Company in Hong Kong—the Fenghua patent licensed to Seventh Factory in Pengcheng.