Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

On the second day of the anime convention, Jin Yuanyuan, dressed in a Chanel-style suit, joined forces with several merchants to file a lawsuit against the organizers and public relations company with the Consumer Association, the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and the Fire Department. She presented evidence, including pictures and videos, to illustrate the unauthorized construction, unreasonable contracts, and even the on-site charges levied under various pretexts.

The result was naturally that the exhibition was canceled, all the responsible persons were interviewed, and merchants like Jin Yuanyuan who were deceived received full refunds. Although the young girl who signed the contract with Zhu Hongying could no longer be found, the contract and the evidence remained, and the organizers could not escape responsibility.

"Yuanyuan, will your previous company take responsibility?" Cao Xiaoyu never expected this outcome. Carrying two boxes of socks, she followed Jin Yuanyuan out of the exhibition.

"Probably not, but not receiving the final payment is still a big loss." Jin Yuanyuan glanced at the organizing committee's office and snorted. "They dared to take on this kind of project; they really tarnished Zhixiang's reputation. But, none of this concerns me anymore."

However, back at the Jin Yaya hosiery factory, Jin Yuanyuan had to lower her head again. The director of the technology development zone, the captain of the fire brigade, and others from the industrial and commercial bureau stood at the entrance of the Jin Yaya factory, looking at the black marks left by the fire, and demanded that Jin Yaya rectify the situation.

"Yuanyuan, I know you just took over, but you see, the impact of this fire is quite significant. Someone even did a live stream that day, and tens of thousands of people watched. So, the current problems are aging wiring, non-compliant distribution boxes, and the overall environment needs improvement… Have you taken note of all that?" Director Huang of the Economic Development Zone had a good relationship with Cao Xiaoyu, so he treated Jin Yuanyuan well. "You come from a large company; you should know that if these safety issues are amplified, they can cause a lot of negative impact. You don't want Jin Yaya's reputation to be damaged because of this, do you?"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely reflect on and rectify the situation," Jin Yuanyuan managed to say, trying to maintain a good attitude. Doing business isn't easy; even big bosses have to bow their heads.

"Oh, by the way, where did you buy that down jacket? My wife really likes it and thinks you have great taste." Director Huang's words made Jin Yuanyuan's heart flutter with joy; finally, someone liked her clothes.

After seeing everyone off, Jin Yuanyuan stood at the entrance of the hosiery factory, lost in thought. Winter rain began to fall, and the weather grew increasingly cold.

Leaving the prestigious PR firm, Jin Yuanyuan felt an indescribable sense of loss. She was no longer the "darling" everyone talked about; now, with her humble sock factory, many people just laughed it off. Before, everyone would affectionately call her by her English name, drinking black coffee and envying her status as an only child from the Yangtze River Delta region and her family owning a factory. But after she actually returned to take over the factory, no one paid her any attention. She didn't dare post on social media, because it was all about the factory, boxes, and various sock knitting machines—completely unrelated to anything glamorous.

A few days later, when her best friend Ye Huanxi from Shanghai came to Hangzhou to visit her, Jin Yuanyuan was wearing that bright pink down jacket again, standing at the entrance of Jin Yaya Socks Factory, smiling and waiting for her.

They met at work and have been good friends for seven or eight years. Ye Huanxi works in brand public relations at a five-star hotel and is a typical only child from Shanghai.

"Well, actually, I'm also an only child from the Jiangsu-Zhejiang-Shanghai area, just not as wealthy as your family." Ye Huanxi expressed great admiration for the scale of Jin Yaya's sock factory. "Look, my parents are about to retire, and their pension is less than six thousand. Sigh, we really can't compare."

"It would be better to retire. You have no idea how annoying it is to worry about and exert yourself every day." Jin Yuanyuan only complained to her best friend.

"How wonderful! The environment is so beautiful, with green mountains and clear waters. Look, it's a bit chilly after the rain, but it's so comfortable."

"Okay, you can make socks for a few days."

"Okay, I think that's a good idea!" Ye Huanxi laughed happily. "But let's go, let's find the most expensive restaurant in Hangzhou to eat at first, I can reimburse you!"

How could Jin Yuanyuan let such a good opportunity to get a good deal pass by? She immediately took Ye Huanxi to Wanghu Pavilion and even called Zhao Zhuoran in advance to make a reservation, saying with certainty, "Prepare the expensive ones, we can reimburse you."

However, Zhao Zhuoran did not prepare any alcohol for them, saying, "Yuanyuan's flushed face after getting drunk is really unsightly, so she can't drink alcohol anymore."

The way he said it made Ye Huanxi a little stunned, before she coughed lightly and said, "Um, Manager Zhao, let's serve the food."

"Zhao Zhuoran, your former business partner, isn't he good-looking?" Jin Yuanyuan asked Ye Huanxi with a grin. "He's a really nice person."

"Yuanyuan, don't be like that. You're just attracted to someone because they're pretty, aren't you? Think about your exes, weren't they all good-looking? Weren't they all jerks? It's the prettier people are, the more jerks they are, and the worse they are."

"...Well, this person is probably alright. I remember he's younger than me." Jin Yuanyuan said somewhat awkwardly, "My business partner, don't overthink it."

Seeing Zhao Zhuoran approach, Ye Huanxi didn't say anything more, but just smiled and praised the food here as delicious.

Zhao Zhuoran then asked Jin Yuanyuan about the fire, "I saw Cao Xiaoyu posting on WeChat Moments looking to buy a distribution box. What's up? Aren't there plenty of those on Taobao?"

"The hosiery factory operates two hundred machines simultaneously, so the requirements for the electrical distribution box are quite high. The ones on Taobao aren't very good, so he's looking for one."

"I'll recommend someone to you later. I know they make electrical distribution boxes. You two can match them up." Zhao Zhuoran was quite serious. "My phone is in the back preparation area. I'll send it to you in a bit."

"You know someone like that?" Jin Yuanyuan laughed. "That's amazing."

"That's right, I work in the catering industry, so naturally I know a lot of people." Zhao Zhuoran put down a fruit platter. "It's a complimentary dish; please enjoy it, ladies."

"Don't call me 'beautiful lady,' that's not popular anymore. We should call you 'little sister.'" Ye Huanxi's smile widened. "Yuanyuan seems to need a waste processing machine over here. Do you have one?"

"It seems so." Zhao Zhuoran's smile was truly captivating, especially under the lights of the upscale restaurant, which seemed to cast a subtle halo around his face. "Or, I could add you all to a group chat. It's full of 'second-generation and third-generation factory owners,' so we can all help each other out."

"Oh, you actually have an organization like this? Are you a second-generation factory owner? Is Wangjiang Pavilion and Wanghu Pavilion your family's property?"

"Oh, that's not true at all." Zhao Zhuoran's voice was a little softer. "To be honest, my family makes rocket parts."

"Wow? That's amazing!" Jin Yuanyuan and Ye Huanxi were both stunned.

"It's alright. Actually, there are quite a few private enterprises like this. I have a friend whose family makes graphite, and they're really impressive, selling all over the world." Zhao Zhuoran said with extreme modesty. "So I put all my friends in a group so that everyone can ask each other questions, and if there's a need, we can talk about it. It's a way of helping each other out."

"This is definitely a good option."

"I'm so glad I could help you two ladies." Zhao Zhuoran's face is just too handsome.

"Who owns this restaurant?" Ye Huanxi looked around. "It's really not cheap."

"I did it with a friend, and I hope it's passable."

"That's wonderful, that's fantastic!" Ye Huanxi didn't hide her praise and immediately asked to add Zhao Zhuoran on WeChat, saying that if she ever needed to eat out in the future, she would definitely ask him for a discount.

Jin Yuanyuan asked him, "Which dish here do you like? We're rich today, let's treat you. Foie gras?"

"No, no," Zhao Zhuoran lowered his voice even further. "Foie gras is delicious, but it's really too expensive. My favorite food is Hangzhou-style braised pork intestine noodles. I hope the ladies can treat me to a bowl next time."

Zhao Zhuoran's flirting skills are truly amazing; Ye Huanxi and Jin Yuanyuan both gave him a thumbs up.