Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Qiu Yuying and Wang Haitang stood at the door. Wang Fengxia, who was inside, saw her niece go to open the door without greeting anyone and came over. When she saw that it was Qiu Yuying, a smile immediately appeared on her face. "Yuying, you've come at the right time. Haitang has only been here for a short while."

Then Wang Fengxia said to Wang Haitang, "This is your Aunt Qiu, Yuying. Haitang just arrived and was just saying she'd like to visit you tonight."

Wearing a light blue sweater, Wang Haitang looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Her skin was indeed fair, and she had a scholarly air about her. When she saw Qiu Yuying looking her up and down, she greeted her gracefully, "Hello, Aunt Qiu."

Qiu Yuying looked at the girl named Wang Haitang and felt a pang of regret. What a wonderful girl. If only it had been a few days earlier... But the thought was quickly suppressed.

Wang Fengxia invited the two to sit down, made tea for them, and placed a fruit plate on the coffee table. She then smiled and said to Qiu Yuying, "Yuying, this niece of mine is the apple of our Wang family's eye. She has worked at the Provincial People's Hospital for four years and has been recognized as an advanced worker every year."

Qiu Yuying took the teacup, placed it on the coffee table without drinking, and her gaze lingered on Wang Haitang's face for a moment before she suddenly asked, "Xiao Wang, in your provincial People's Hospital, is there any special channel for a division-level cadre to see a doctor?"

Wang Fengxia was stunned for a moment, and Wang Haitang was also stunned for a moment. Neither of them understood why Qiu Yuying suddenly asked this question.

"Aunt Qiu, our Provincial People's Hospital treats all patients equally. There is no such thing as a special channel," Wang Wantang replied softly and respectfully.

Qiu Yuying asked a few more questions, circling back to the topic of the division-level official. Wang Fengxia sensed something was wrong from Qiu Yuying's first question. She picked up her teacup, concealing her displeasure, and deliberately asked Qiu Yuying, "Yuying, where are the two young people going on their blind date tomorrow? How about we meet at People's Park? What do you think?"

"Oh, Fengxia, this is really unfortunate. I came here to tell you about this. My son, Xiao Lai, might not be able to come tomorrow," Qiu Yuying said, feigning a troubled and embarrassed expression.

Wang Fengxia and Wang Haitang both frowned. They had already agreed on something, so why did they change their minds at the last minute? Besides, their niece Wang Haitang had taken leave from Hangzhou, the provincial capital, to come by train, and they were just stood up like that.

"Yuying, we've already agreed on everything, and we even specifically chose Sunday. What's going on with your Xiaolai? Why is he still busy on Sunday?"

Qiu Yuying replied, half boasting and half complaining, "I'm really sorry, Fengxia, but our Mayor Ji has managed to bring Mr. Chen from Xiaochi Company in Nanyue Tuocheng to invest in Ningcheng. Xiao Lai has to go with their leader tomorrow to discuss land planning with Mr. Chen, so he really can't get away!"

"Yuying, when it comes to work matters, with their leader there, but without your little Lai, things can't be done?"

"It really didn't work out. My little Lai... never mind. Anyway, it was definitely my fault. Fengxia, I apologize to you and Xiao Gu here." Qiu Yuying held Wang Haitang's hand. "Haitang, it's because Auntie didn't communicate with Lai beforehand, which delayed your business. You won't blame Auntie, will you?"

"Yuying, is it your Xiao Lai? Has there been any change at work lately?"

Having worked with Qiu Yuying for so many years, she knew her old friend all too well. In the past, she would ask anyone if they had any nieces to introduce to her son, Xiao Lai. But today, this person had come, yet she was unusually politely declining. There must be something going on here.

Wang Fengxia's words really hit a nerve with Qiu Yuying. She had just received such good news from her nephew and, being the kind of person who loves to show off, she really wanted to share it with someone. Seeing that Wang Haitang was also looking at her with curiosity, she smiled and said, "Fengxia, I won't hide it from you. This morning, my son Xiao Lai was appointed by the Municipal Party Committee as the Director of the Management Committee of Beilun Economic Development Zone, at the level of a full-fledged department head. The official document will be issued the day after tomorrow."

Wang Fengxia's hand holding the teacup froze, and Wang Wantang also looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She didn't have a clear concept of the power of the development zone director, but the way Aunt Qiu in front of her said "director-level" made her realize that this development zone director was no small figure.

The director of the Zhejiang Provincial People's Hospital in Hangzhou, where she works, is also at the level of a full-fledged department head. However, the director is already an "old man" who is almost sixty years old. He has been working in the medical industry for nearly thirty years and was only promoted to the level of a full-fledged department head last year.

The nephew of Aunt Qiu in front of her was only twenty-five years old, just one year younger than her. Wang Haitang could hardly believe that he had become a division-level cadre at such a young age.

"Currently in office?"

Wang Fengxia put down her teacup, her voice trembling, "Xiao Lai is only twenty-five this year, right?"

Qiu Yuying nodded, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised joy. Her nephew was indeed a promising young man. As his aunt, she would introduce him to potential partners in the future. Just by mentioning this to outsiders, countless people would be eager to become his relatives.

The living room was quiet for a moment. Wang Fengxia's smile faded. She picked up her teacup and sipped slowly, her gaze sweeping over Qiu Yuying through the rim of the cup. Having spent most of her life in officialdom, she knew the importance of marrying someone of equal social standing.

A 25-year-old division-level cadre has an incredibly promising future.

Wang Fengxia could tell from Qiu Yuying's sudden visit today that she wanted to back out. Well, if Xiao Lai were still just a liaison officer at the section chief level, it would be understandable for Qiu Yuying, his aunt, to introduce her niece to him.

But he is now the youngest division-level cadre in the entire Ningcheng, and possibly the entire Zhejiang Province. What he is looking for is probably not just a simple nurse.

Qiu Yuying knew about this, Wang Fengxia knew even more, and Wang Haitang knew as well. But Wang Haitang was already shocked by the news. She looked at her aunt with pleading eyes, wanting her aunt to help make the marriage happen.

Meeting in person for a blind date? No way! Such an outstanding young man, why would you need a blind date? Just ask him when is a convenient time. She can bring her letter of introduction and household registration book to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married anytime.

Wang Fengxia also wanted her beloved niece to marry such a young director at the level of a division chief, which facilitated this marriage. In the future, when she goes back to her parents' home, her eldest brother will have to personally serve her tea and water.

A 25-year-old division chief—let alone in Zhejiang Province, even in Beijing, you might not be able to find one like that anywhere. That shows how valuable Lai Zhanggao's position as director is.

"Oh! That's wonderful, Yuying. After my daughter Haitang marries into our family, I'll have your husband Cai talk to the people in the provincial health department and get Haitang's job transferred to Ningcheng. Then the young couple won't have to live apart anymore."

"Perhaps next year, you, her aunt, will be able to hold your little nephew in your arms!"