Volume 2: Young Miracle Chapter 85: Dandelion

  Stephen Chow gave a perfect answer in "A Chinese Odyssey". Wen Tianlang didn't say a word, walked to Ning Xiaoyu's side, and leaned against the wall like her. The hustle and bustle of cars on the street, the noise of people in the red dust, all retreated instantly like a tide, disappearing into an unknown place.

  This night, there is only the moon on top of one's head. The person under the moon.

  The moonlight was like water, passing through the dense leaves and shining on the ground with a mottled tree shadow. Two young people stood side by side, bathed in the soft light, their heads, shoulders, waists, and even the ground under their feet all turned into crystal clear white. Ning Xiaoyu slightly raised her head, her usual cold and proud face now within reach, her bright eyes reflecting the night moon in the sky, with a hint of youthful innocence, youthful confusion, and youthful infatuation.

  Wen Qian turned her head and looked at her profile. They remained silent for a long time.

  Li Shengli's footsteps came from inside the door, breaking the rare silence. Ning Xiaoyin straightened up, with her back to Wen Chen, her hands in her pockets, and her long legs, like a dancing crane, mesmerizing, said softly: "Do you still remember the plan for the Douji store expansion that you mentioned a few days ago? Can you make a detailed business plan for me?"

  "Wen Chen asked in doubt: 'Which one are you going to choose? Are you really interested in business?'"

  "Hmm, I'd like to take a look and learn from it, can it be done in these few days?"

  Wen Ze didn't think much and said: "It's not going well these days, I've been a bit busy lately, and I still have to prepare for the exam."

  Ning Xiaoyin turned around and stared into Wen Qing's eyes, saying: "Wen Qing, does someone like you still need achievements to prove yourself?"

  "A person lives not just for himself; if getting good grades can make many people happy, why wouldn't I be delighted to do so?"

  Ning Xiao Ning after all was still a little girl, furrowed her brow and said: "A person like this, isn't living very tiring?"

  He let out a gentle sigh and said, "In this life, who doesn't feel tired? From high-ranking officials to ordinary people, no one is an exception! If it can make the people I care about and those who care about me happy, then being tired a bit is nothing.

  Ning Xiaoyin shook her head and said, "I don't understand!"

  Wen Qian burst out laughing and said: "I was just rambling, of course you wouldn't understand! Alright, after this month is over, I'll organize it properly for you."

  Three people took buses in different directions and left separately. Wen Ze arrived at the entrance of his home, where he ran into Ding Mei who was just about to go out.

  Xianyu shouted as soon as he saw his son return: "Why are you back so early today? I'm in a hurry to go out, and I promised Liu Fen's aunt to play cards together. I won't be back until 12 o'clock. There is leftover rice in the kitchen, heat it up and eat it yourself." As soon as he finished speaking, he changed his shoes and was about to walk out with his wallet.

  Wen Cheng grabbed her arm and laughed: "Mom, look at your son, he's become so thin from eating leftovers every day. Is this not abuse? Are you my stepmom or something? I'm warning you now, with this level of nutrition, it'll be a miracle if he can even pass his exams."

  Intimidated by his son, Ding Mei thought it was reasonable and took out 10 yuan from his bag, saying: "Go buy something delicious yourself." However, after this meal, the ranking will have to be reversed. Understand?

  Wen Qian held the old version of the 10 yuan note, which looked like a counterfeit bill no matter how you looked at it. He smiled wryly as he watched Ding Mei hurry away, saying to himself: "This is even worse than eating leftover food. Do you think scores are currency? One yuan can be used for one hundred?" Wen Qian ran into the house and made a phone call to Zuo Yu Xi, telling her an address to pass on to An Bao Qing. Then he quickly followed Ding Mei out of the house. From a distance, he saw Ding Mei turn into building 3, and Wen Qian smiled to himself. Liu Fen's husband was the head of the municipal party committee's general office, and also the current secretary of Xu Fu Yan, Zhang Fang. On the day the soy milk shop opened, he had been present when Wei Wang clashed with him, wearing a pair of glasses and looking like he didn't have many thoughts on his mind. This time, Xu Fu Yan went to Guanshan only bringing Wen Huai Ming, but not his personal secretary Zhang Fang. This was already the third time in nearly two months that this had happened. For Xu Fu Yan, it was just a big deal that required secrecy, and it was better for fewer people to know about it. But for Zhang Fang, it was no different from a severe test.

  Officialdom, where rumors can kill!

  In less than two days, Zhang Fang had already felt the gaze of his colleagues filled with evasion and speculation. The young subordinates who were usually respectful now had complaints and resistance during work, and even once rejected a task he assigned to them in person. Zhang Fang didn't get angry, nor did he know what Xu Fuxian was thinking, perhaps from the moment he returned from Guanshan, it was as if he had been exiled himself. In this place where power and cruelty reign supreme, Zhang Fang didn't dare to offend too many people at this time. His silence only further confirmed people's speculation, and it was easy to imagine how difficult life would be for an unpopular secretary in the municipal party committee office.

  Three days later, Zhang Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore and took a detour to walk the path of Mrs. Gong's public relations. After so many years in officialdom, although his nature hadn't changed much, he still had no shortage of means to think of this trick, which showed that he had put his mind to it.

  Wen Ze guessed a few points of Xu Fuyan's mind, knowing that he was still basically satisfied with Zhang Fang, but had not truly identified. So several times to Guanshan did not bring him, among which there were meanings of examination. If Zhang Fang can endure rumors and slander, stand firm, and not be shaken by external pressure and temptation, he will eventually gain Xu Fuyan's appreciation and get a chance to soar.

  But if he is not stable, then! Wen Jianliang has already made up his mind to have someone keep an eye on Zhang Fang's actions. If there is any sign of disloyalty, he will be taken down immediately.

  So Wenhe wasn't afraid that he would pry into any news from Ding Mei's mouth. Not to mention that Ding Mei was completely unaware of these things, even if she knew, but you thought she was careless and easy to fool, then you were completely wrong.

  After walking a long distance, they finally arrived at the only large stall in the area. They ordered twenty small skewers of lamb, a bowl of rice noodles, a dish of cold mixed vegetables and boiled peanuts. The ten yuan that had just been earned slipped into someone else's pocket. Uncle Wen was on the verge of tears. How could a reincarnated person have such poor living conditions and be so short of money? There was no other choice but to accept this fate.

  Wang ate a few bites, and someone sat down across from him. Wen Xiang turned his head to look out at the street outside, didn't see any cars, no wonder he hadn't heard any noise, and laughed jokingly: "Well, well, well, the big boss himself goes out on foot, very down-to-earth!"

  The Secretary of Security had a gloomy face, but he took a skewer of lamb without hesitation. He ate a piece along the iron frame, and as soon as the spicy and fragrant meat entered his mouth, he slammed the table and shouted: "Boss, bring up ten bottles of beer!"

  Wen Qian picked up the wooden chopsticks and handed them over, saying with a serious face: "Drinking is fine, but there's one thing I need to remind you."

  The Secretary of Defense said in a low voice: "You speak."

  "Now I'm a poor guy with a clean face, so if we drink, you have to treat me"

  An Baoqin was taken aback for a moment, and the two of them looked at each other, bursting out laughing at the same time, unconsciously narrowing some distance between them. An Baoqin took out a business card and handed it over, saying: "Zuo Jie has told me about this. This Dandelion Karabi Hall is run by my friend, who is trustworthy, and in Qingzhou it's also one of the highest-end ones. Most importantly, it's very close to the Haomen Hotel, as long as they come out from inside, you arrange things well on your side, Bai Huan will definitely go to Haomen... Haomen Hotel is An Baoqin's property in Xicheng.

  I took it over and looked at it, the business card was exquisitely crafted, cool to the touch, with a very high-quality feel. The background was a black night sky. Stars twinkled above, purple dandelions floated in the starry sky, and at the bottom of the dandelion, half of a cat's face appeared, one colorful cat eye seemed to shine with an eerie light, making people shiver.

  "How come there's no name?" Wen Xian flipped it over twice, but couldn't find the boss's name.

  The Security Minister said: "A business card is just a name, her name is Cat Girl!"

  With a warm smile, he said: "In your big world there is a Du Niang, and here comes out a cat girl. Are you sure you're not joking?"

  The boss brought over a beer. An Boqin waited for him to leave, his voice extremely low, shaking his head and saying: "Wen Shao, this is not funny at all. Du Niang was originally a wild card that I had to use a lot of effort to get from Miao Niang's hands. The women who come out of her place are top-notch in every aspect. Of course, you also understand, I'm mainly referring to the entertainment aspect."

  Wen Qian's face remained calm as usual, and she smiled: "What entertainment? Forcing good people to become prostitutes for entertainment?"

  The Secretary of Security felt a chill under Wen's warm smile, and after a moment of silence, he explained: "Wen, you're wrong. The women there all have different stories, but none of them were forced into this line of work. Moreover, they possess top-notch skills in certain aspects, like Du Niang. If she didn't want to, I couldn't make her do anything excessive."

  This is really deceiving, entering your big world, small things are naturally given face, but if you encounter guests like Xu Fuyan, can you afford to be tolerant of Du Niang's temperament?

  He let out a warm sigh, he wasn't a savior. He didn't have the ability to handle too many things, took out his business card and stuffed it into his pocket, poured himself a glass of beer and downed it in one gulp.

  The Security Secretary intentionally changed the subject, smiled and said: "Last time Wen Shao gave me a word of advice, I went to Suzhou Province to take down the trademark of Biluochun. After investigating locally, this matter is very promising. Before I had a chance to thank you, come on, let's drink a cup together."

  Wen Xiang raised his cup and clinked it with him, saying: "Yes, for specific things, you should invite some professional people to guide you. However, it's best to register a company on that side first, and then package the entire tea mountain in Wujiang County. Then, ask some expert writers to write some articles to promote it, do some advertising on TV and newspapers, make the packaging exquisite, diversify the products, position them in the mid-to-high-end consumer market, and so on. In less than two years, the income will be quite substantial."

  The security chief slammed his hand on the table and shouted: "Boss, bring ten more bottles of beer!"

  "Alright, let's put that aside for now and focus on more important matters. Do you know Zhao Jianjun?"

  The Secretary of Defense furrowed his brow and said, "What?"

  "Can you pass a message on and tell him to stop harassing one of my friends?"

  The Security Minister's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, saying: "Zhao Jianjun is a desperate man. People like him should either be left alone or completely eliminated to avoid future troubles!"

  (Note: The rest of the text appears to be a jumbled collection of words and phrases, possibly used as filler or placeholder text. I have translated only the first part of the text which seems to convey a coherent message.)