I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 161 We're all old classmates, I wonder how he's doing?
At noon, Shi Guangrong treated Fang Qingye to lunch, and this time they really didn't drink any alcohol.

After finishing his meal, Fang Qingye was about to leave when Shi Guangrong warmly saw him off at the restaurant door, greeting him enthusiastically, "President Fang! Goodbye, come visit Shanghai sometime."

“Okay, you’re welcome to come to Nanxin.” Fang Qingye waved and got into the car.

As the car disappeared from sight, Shi Guangrong fell into deep thought.

"Glory, let's go too," Jiang Yiling suggested from the side.

Shi Guangrong came to his senses, and the two of them climbed into the Audi Q5 next to them.

Jiang Yiling was driving, and Shi Guangrong was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the passing vehicles, lost in thought.

"What, are you still thinking about what Fang Qingye said this morning?" Jiang Yiling asked.

"Yes. According to my prediction, cotton futures prices will pull back to around 14000 this time, but Fang Qingye said it will only pull back to 14600 yuan. So who is right?"

"Simple, just observe the market trends in the future, and it will be clear who is right and who is wrong," Jiang Yiling said with a charming smile.

“It’s not that simple.” Shi Guangrong shook his head: “If it pulls back to 14000 yuan, the drop will be 1000 yuan, and we can close some of our positions now and take the opportunity to short. But if it’s 14600 yuan, the downside is too small, so there’s no need for that.”

"So what are you going to do? Listen to Fang Qingye or stick to your original prediction?" Jiang Yiling asked.

"Let me think about it some more, let me think about it some more," Shi Guangrong fell into deep thought once again.

Fang Qingye drove away from Shanghai, heading northwest towards Nanxin, and returned home around 4 p.m.

The house was empty.

His parents called him a couple of days ago to tell him that, as usual, the couple was going on another trip, this time to Qinghai and Tibet.

Wow, that old couple is having a really great time. I've never been there in my two lifetimes.

I'd love to take a road trip sometime.

With her parents not home, Fang Qingye felt even less inclined to cook. Instead, she would go to the nursery grandparents' place for a free meal and help out, such as watering plants, fertilizing them, or delivering potted plants.

Before his rebirth, he had no interest in these kinds of jobs and felt that the nursery business had a low return on investment and was not worthwhile.

Looking back now, I realize that making money is only one aspect; the most important thing is the work itself. Seeing the garden full of vibrant colors is a very happy thing.

Early this morning, Fang Qingye rode her scooter to the nursery again. Because her employee Zhang Xiaoqiang needed to reinforce the greenhouse in preparation for the upcoming typhoon, Fang Qingye went to deliver potted plants to his workplace.

Fang Qingye is already very familiar with this job, as she does it frequently now.

He loaded potted plants into the truck, put on a straw hat, grabbed a towel, and carried a teacup half-filled with tea leaves. Then he rode the tricycle straight to the new urban area.

He was delivering the package to the Publicity Department and the Organization Department. Fang Qingye drove into the compound, intending to go upstairs first to contact the staff of the Publicity Department.

Just then, he saw a young man with side-parted hair hurrying out of the lobby on the first floor carrying a briefcase.

"Liu Dong!" Fang Qingye called out.

It was indeed Liu Dong. Seeing Fang Qingye wearing a straw hat, he smiled and asked, "Are you helping your grandfather?"

"Yes, I'm on vacation these days and have nothing to do."

"Which organization are you delivering this to?" Liu Dong asked again.

"The Organization Department, and your Publicity Department."

"So many potted plants," Liu Dong glanced at the plants in the car and said, "I should help you carry them up, but I'm in a hurry to get to the countryside, and the car is waiting at the door."

"It's alright, you go ahead with your work, I can handle this," Fang Qingye said.

"Wait a minute, I'll call one of my colleagues and ask him to come down and help," Liu Dong said, taking out his phone as he explained, "He's a new guy this year."

"Heh, you've become a veteran now," Fang Qingye joked. "Not really, I'm better than these greenhorns," Liu Dong said, dialing a number: "Zhang Fan, come down to the yard now. My classmate brought a truckload of potted plants to repot for our unit and the Organization Department. Can you lend a hand?"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After finishing the call, Liu Dong told Fang Qingye, "My colleague will be down right away."

"Thank you, Liu Dong. What are you going to do in the countryside?" Fang Qingye asked casually.

“I went to the command center of the new energy vehicle construction base to collect some materials. Minister Wang asked me to write a series of reports, mainly to publicize the touching stories that have emerged in the construction of major projects in the county.”

Oh?
Fang Qingye suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is this propaganda aimed at leaders or ordinary cadres?"

“Yes, we have them all,” Liu Dong said with a smile. “From county leaders to ordinary cadres, and even village secretaries and team leaders, this is how we can create an atmosphere where everyone works together to make great strides.”

"Did you know that our classmate Wang Lei was transferred from Panlong Township to the command post?" Fang Qingye asked.

"I really don't know," Liu Dong shook his head.

"I ran into him on the road when I went fishing. He was working on land acquisition. Is it convenient to report on him?"

"Of course." Liu Dong immediately understood Fang Qingye's meaning and smiled, "We're all old classmates, I just don't know how he's doing? Does he have any redeeming qualities?"

"He seems to be working really hard. You should check the situation yourself."

"I understand, I'm off. I'll play badminton when I have time!" Liu Dong waved his hand.

"What, you're not fighting with your boss anymore?" Fang Qingye asked, somewhat surprised.

"Go ahead and fight. But," Liu Dong lowered his voice, "he can't beat me right now, so I have to take it easy. I can fight freely with you."

"Haha." Fang Qingye couldn't help but laugh.

Liu Dong drove away, and a few minutes later a burly young man came down from the elevator, smiling broadly at Fang Qingye, and said, "You're Brother Liu's classmate? How much for these potted plants?"

"Thank you, this one is for Minister Wang's office," Fang Qingye said, pointing to the largest dragon blood tree.

"I'll do it!" The young man rolled up his sleeves and, disregarding his pristine white shirt, began to carry it down.

"Slow down. This basin is heavy. Can you handle it by yourself?" Fang Qingye hurriedly said.

"Yes, yes, no problem."

Sure enough, the young man single-handedly carried a dragon blood tree into the elevator.

"Young people are full of energy!" Fang Qingye couldn't help but remark when she saw the young man's face flushed red from holding his food.

After unloading a truckload of potted plants and taking the original ones back, Fang Qingye was busy for over an hour. Seeing that the young man named Zhang Fan was sweating profusely from exhaustion, she felt sorry for him and went to the convenience store at the entrance of the compound to buy two bottles of iced tea. She gave one to Zhang Fan, and the two of them drank it in the lobby.

"What's your surname?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"My name is Fang Qingye."

"Brother Liu, are your classmates from high school or junior high?" Zhang Fan asked again.

"We were classmates in junior high and high school," Fang Qingye answered truthfully.

“That’s a good relationship.” Zhang Fan nodded. “With Brother Liu taking care of you, your nursery business must be doing very well.”

Fang Qingye didn't explain further, but deliberately asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Our Brother Liu is Minister Wang's favorite." The young man lowered his voice: "I haven't been here long, but I've already heard that he's going to be promoted to section chief next!"

(End of this chapter)