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

Chapter 239 No need to wait for his reply, I'll cooperate with you!

Luo Yan smiled and waved to Fang Qingye, signaling him to stop the car.

Fang Qingye pulled the car over to the side of the road, and Luo Yan came over to greet him, "Good morning, Mr. Fang. Heading to the seedling company?"

"No, it's fishing," Fang Qingye said truthfully.

"Oh? Mr. Fang is living a very carefree life."

Fang Qingye smiled and asked, "And you, are you at work?"

"Yes, I envy your leisurely life." Luo Yan replied, then suddenly changed the subject: "President Fang, the planning document you gave to Chairman Song, Chairman Song also showed it to me."

"How about it?"

“It’s very feasible, and it will yield both economic and social benefits!” Luo Yan said.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Luo. What is Chairman Song's attitude?" Fang Qingye asked.

“Our Chairman Song also thinks it’s feasible, but our CEO Song is firmly against it, so Chairman Song hasn’t made a decision yet,” Luo Yan said.

Fang Qingye knew that the "President Song" Luo Yan was referring to was Song Dacheng.

"understand."

"Alright, Mr. Fang, I'm off to work. Have fun, bye-bye," Luo Yan said, waving goodbye before getting into her car.

Fang Qingye also drove her car out of the city, traveling on country roads.

Fang Qingye could understand Song Qingdong's hesitation. After all, Song Dacheng was his eldest son and the future successor of the Kerry Group, so his attitude was very important.

Actually, even without Luo Yan saying anything, if Fang Qingye asked Song Dahai, he would tell her his father and his older brother's attitude towards this matter.

Song Dahai wouldn't lie to him, but he didn't want to ask.

He didn't want to get too involved in the Song family's internal affairs. He only needed to hear one sentence: "Agree or disagree." He didn't care how they negotiated internally.

Never mind, time to go fishing!
Fang Qingye went quite far today, to Baimaogang in Daizhuang. There are more and more people fishing in Wujiazhuang, so it's not very interesting anymore.

The place is relatively remote and quiet. After setting up my fishing gear, I naturally wanted to put my phone on silent. But before I could finish, my phone rang. I saw that it was Qian Weimin calling, so I answered it.

"Good morning, Mr. Qian."

"Good morning, Mr. Fang. Are you up yet? Come to Yuyuan for morning tea."

Yu Yuan is a long-established dim sum restaurant in Nanxin, mainly famous for its crab roe xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and its signature mixed noodles. The taste is quite good, but it's always too crowded in the morning, and Fang Qingye was too lazy to queue.

Now, upon being invited by Qian Weimin to have morning tea, he smiled and said, "Mr. Qian, I got up a long time ago and am fishing at Baimao Port now."

"Oh my, I thought you young people were sleepy, but I didn't expect you to get up so early. How about this, I'll treat you to tea tonight at my Yunshan Tea House, to try this year's newly harvested Longjing tea?" Qian Weimin said on the phone.

"Mr. Qian, you're being so enthusiastic, is there something you need?" Fang Qingye sensed something was amiss.

"There is something I need to discuss. Let's talk about it over tea tonight."

"Okay, 7:30, I'll be back a little late."

"what ever."

Fang Qingye hung up the phone, immediately put it on silent, and stuffed it into her pocket.

Fang Qingye fished until after 5 p.m. before heading home. After having dinner at her grandparents' house, she went to have tea. She changed her clothes, put down her fishing gear, and then drove straight to Tanxiang Road by the Nanxin River.

The place is lively every night. Fang Qingye parked her car and walked into Yunshan Teahouse, where she saw her classmate Zhao Qiong, dressed in a cheongsam, standing at the door to greet her.

"Good evening, Mr. Fang. Please come upstairs with me." Zhao Qiong said with a smile.

"We're all classmates, no need to be so polite, just call me by my name," Fang Qingye said as she walked.

"That won't do. It's okay in private, but not during work hours. If our boss hears us, he'll fine me." Zhao Qiong said in a low voice.

He followed Zhao Qiong into a private room where Qian Weimin was the only person present. Upon seeing him enter, Qian Weimin immediately greeted him with a smile. "Perfect timing, I just finished brewing the tea. Here, have a taste."

Fang Qingye sat opposite him, picked up her teacup and took a sip: "Hmm, it really is this year's new tea."

"But they're greenhouse-grown, so they don't have the same strong natural flavor," Qian Weimin replied, then asked, "How was your fishing trip today?"

"It's alright, anyway, I won't be the Air Force Commander," Fang Qingye replied with a smile.

“I can’t learn this thing, it’s too frustrating,” Qian Weimin said. “I’m an impatient person, I do things decisively and don’t like to drag things out.”

After exchanging a few more casual words, Fang Qingye asked, "Mr. Qian, what did you say you wanted to talk about on the phone?"

“I have to blame you for this, Mr. Fang. You’re not being fair,” Qian Weimin said.

"What exactly happened? You're confusing me."

"It's about the Nanxin Lake Scenic Area project! Mr. Fang, why don't you discuss it with Lao Song instead of me?"

"You knew about this too?" Fang Qingye asked, somewhat surprised. "Who told you?"

"Don't ask me that. I'm just asking if this really happened," Qian Weimin retorted.

"Have!"

“Old Song hasn’t replied to you yet, has he? No need to wait for his reply, I’ll cooperate with you!” Qian Weimin said.

"Mr. Qian, why are you so confident?"

"Because your idea is simply a stroke of genius!" Qian Weimin was somewhat excited and couldn't help but stand up and pace back and forth in the private room.

"Actually, not only me, but also Lao Song and Shi Jingsheng have their eyes on this land! But because of Nanxin Lake, which was originally an excellent location, no one wants it now."

"Everyone hoped the county would take the initiative to develop Nanxin Lake. There was some progress a couple of years ago, but now it's completely gone! Who knows when we'll see it again? Now that I think about it, why don't we just invest our own money in developing it?"

That's it!

"Mr. Fang, let's cooperate. Don't wait for Lao Song's reply!" Qian Weimin said.

"This..." Fang Qingye hesitated.

Seeing Fang Qingye's expression, Qian Weimin spoke up again: "I know about your relationship with the second son of the Song family. How about this, if Old Song doesn't agree, you and I will work together! If Old Song agrees, then the three of us can cooperate again, like this gas company project, how about it?"

Fang Qingye pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Come on, let's toast with tea instead of wine to our renewed collaboration!"

The two raised their teacups.

After drinking tea for a while, the two said goodbye and left.

Meanwhile, Qian Weimin drove back to his villa in the west of the city. When he arrived at the first-floor lobby, he saw his daughter, Qian Xiaoli, curled up on the sofa watching TV.

It was a Japanese anime! My daughter's name is something like "Anime Genius," and I couldn't help but say, "Xiaoli, how old are you? Why are you still watching this stuff?"

"Dad, you don't understand, don't bother me!" Qian Xiaoli said bluntly.

Qian Weimin wasn't angry at all. He sat down next to his beloved daughter with a smile and looked at her.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me?" Qian Xiaoli felt a little uncomfortable.

"Xiaoli, does Fang Qingye have a boyfriend?" Qian Weimin suddenly asked.

Qian Xiaoli found it strange: "Why are you asking this?"

"How are things between you and him? I've seen you two hanging out together sometimes."

(End of this chapter)