The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Xiang Nanfei was surprised after hearing what Gao Qinghe said; he hadn't expected her to have such strength.

If someone else had said that, Xiang Nanfei would have thought it was a hoax.

Seeing how nonchalant Gao Qinghe was about money, Xiang Nanfei felt that ordinary swindlers couldn't fake such an air.

He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "I'll do it!"

A round trip from Qing County to Shanghai takes about eight days, and considering unpredictable severe weather, ten days would be enough.

With just ten days, as long as my brother-in-law helps out, the factory won't find out at all.

The key point is that two thousand yuan, which is equivalent to half a year of hard work in a flour mill.

Moreover, given the current situation at the factory, there's a high probability that he won't even be eligible to receive his salary for the next six months.

Instead of doing that, why not take a chance and at least get half of the driver's license fee back?

This would also prevent his brothers and sisters-in-law from constantly nagging him about how he had squandered all of his parents' savings.

The large box trucks in the flour mill are unique to flour mills in Qing County.

Gao Qinghe had the system calculate that two vehicles could transport all 100,000 worth of goods back.

Seeing that Xiang Nanfei agreed to do it, Gao Qinghe then proposed:

"If you transport all the goods for me in one trip, I'll give you three thousand yuan. As for how you transport them, I won't care; you can arrange that yourself. How about it?"

Three thousand!

Xiang Nanfei's heart pounded, and his mind raced.

To be honest, if he just takes out 500, there are plenty of experienced workers willing to go with him on this trip.

If he had a conscience, he could have given away 800 yuan, and those idle drivers in the break room would have wanted to be his brothers.

But Xiang Nanfei thought it over and over and decided that he shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders.

Since money has to be given anyway, why not give it to my own brother-in-law instead of someone else?
Fearing Gao Qinghe might be exaggerating, Xiang Nanfei confirmed again: "Three thousand yuan?"

Gao Qinghe nodded, finished the shaved ice in her cup, which had already turned into syrup, in one gulp, got up, picked up her bag, and gave Xiang Nanfei a business card.

"Once you arrive in Shanghai, contact Manager Pei, whose name is on the business card. She will take you to pick up the goods."

"Just send the goods to the provincial capital. I'll go ask the boss for a pen to write down an address for you. You can drop the goods off here."

He walked towards the cashier, asked the owner for paper and pen, wrote down an address, and handed it to Xiang Nanfei.

Oh, I almost forgot, I should also add my contact information.

One is the phone number at home in Zhaozhuang, and the other is the phone number at home in Shanghe Village.

Then I got a phone number from the old man at the newsstand outside Gao Qingmiao's clothing store.

I've written down the pager number; I'm sure I can find her.

Xiang Nanfei looked at the address in the provincial capital: Unit 1, Building 1, Block A, Longjianyuan, Room 601.

Thanks to his relatives in the provincial capital, he heard about this first high-rise elevator apartment building in the province when he visited relatives during the Spring Festival.

It's a 16-story building with a garden and swimming pool, complete with property management and security, and each household has its own parking space—it's incredibly luxurious.

"Is this your relative's house?" Xiang Nanfei asked tentatively.

Gao Qinghe smiled faintly, "No, it's my house."

After the New Year, Gao Qingmiao returned from the provincial capital, bringing news of the opening of Longjianyuan.

In their previous life, Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai's first house in the provincial capital after they got married was in this neighborhood.

They lived there for eight years before moving to a larger villa.

The first batch of developers were relatively conscientious. The 140-square-meter four-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom apartments were square and had no shared area. The quality was also good, so buying one was a great deal.

Thirty years later, it can still sell for more than 20,000 yuan per square meter on the second-hand market.

And now?

It's only 500 per square meter.

With a house available for 70,000, Gao Qinghe didn't even need to say anything; Jiang Baohai waved his hand and said, "We must buy it!"

This is the place where he and his wife lived during important stages of their lives; it's full of memories. Jiang Baohai wants to buy the house he lived in in his previous life.

Gao Qinghe was even more straightforward. She opened the safe and took out 200,000 yuan. "Buy two sets. Use the rest of the money to do some simple renovations. Rent out one set and keep the other set for when you have time to live there."

Jiang Baohai: "Okay, I'll write your name on all of them."

The renovation was quick and simple; both apartments are now renovated, and one has already been rented out.

The last set, the one Gao Qinghe gave to Xiang Nanfei, was used as a temporary warehouse.

Xiang Nanfei, holding the keys Gao Qinghe handed him, was speechless with astonishment at her extravagant gesture.

It wasn't until the two separated that he noticed Gao Qinghe's pregnant belly.

At this moment, a faint sense of despair enveloped Xiang Nanfei.

Upon seeing Fang Xiaolei drive up in his red Xiali, a sudden idea flashed into Xiang Nanfei's mind.

He suddenly remembered reading a newspaper last year, and the woman in the newspaper looked exactly like the woman in front of him.

It turns out that she is the wife of the chairman of Jianghai Coal Mine Group.

Looking up at the sky as I fly south, I feel even more hopeless.

Now he has no chance even as a backup option.

Watching the red Xiali slowly disappear into the sunset, Xiang Nanfei took a deep breath and decided to focus all his attention on his career.

They say that if you're unlucky in love, you'll be lucky in business. He's going to see if that's true this time!
Holding an address, a business card, and a key.

There was also the 500 yuan prepayment from Gao Qinghe, and a hastily handwritten transportation service contract.

Xiang Nanfei turned around and headed straight for his older sister's staff dormitory building to find his brother-in-law.

Gao Qinghe arrived home just in time for dinner.

After the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law finished their dinner, Jiang Baohai returned with a trunk full of longans.

"What are these? Why did you buy so many?!"

Jiang's mother helped carry the things into the house, and looking at the golden, round things in the plastic basket, she asked curiously.

Jiang Baohai said, "These are called longan. They weren't bought; they were a gift from our business partner."

Gao Qinghe came out to greet them, leaning against the door and asking in surprise, "A gift? So much of it."

Jiang Baohai smiled and said, "This is not much. They brought it all the way from their hometown by train, filling the whole train. If you didn't know better, you would think our company went to the east side to buy fruit."

"Is this the person you're meeting this afternoon?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise.

Jiang Baohai nodded, placed two large baskets of longan next to the coffee table in the living room, selected a branch and put it on the table, then specially picked one, peeled it, and fed it to Gao Qinghe.

"Try it, it's very sweet."

Gao Qinghe opened her mouth and put the whole thing in her mouth. She bit down with her teeth, and the sweet juice splashed out. It was indeed as sweet as honey.

“It’s delicious,” she said.

Jiang Baohai understood, peeled another one and fed it to her, clapping his hands and saying:

"Today is a day of double joy. The purchase contract for the east side has been finalized, and the railway station in our county will start construction next month."

Jiang's mother asked in surprise, "Our county is going to have a train? Really?!"

Jiang Baohai nodded earnestly, "It couldn't be more true. It is expected to officially open to traffic on New Year's Day, 92."

Gao Qinghe glanced at him; this was more than two years earlier than in her previous life.

Jiang Baohai raised an eyebrow. In his previous life, no one pushed him forward, but in this life, he actively pushes him forward, so the situation is naturally different.

Otherwise, how could we secure cooperation with the eastern coastal region?

Gao Qinghe secretly gave her man a thumbs up, and Jiang Baohai almost wagged his tail in the air.

Jiang's mother watched the young couple's affectionate display, and it made her teeth ache with jealousy.

He shrugged, then looked down at the two large baskets of longan in his house, frowning. (End of Chapter)