After my divorce at thirty, I developed an intelligence network.

Gong Yuelong smiled and, unlike the previous two times, did not stand in front of the table, but naturally pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

This posture, subtly, made her feel comfortable.

It wasn't the obsequiousness of a subordinate, nor the scheming of a partner; it was more like... a good friend showing you their achievements.

Jiang Yan raised her eyes, her gaze first falling on his face—his smile was frank, even a little smug, but not excessive, more like the satisfaction of achieving a goal.

Gong Yuelong recounted the story as if sharing an amusing anecdote: "When I went out this morning, Uncle Niu from the courtyard kept saying, 'President Gong, you're really something!'"

He smiled and shook his head, mimicking the old ox's tone.

"Uncle Niu, whether a deal can be closed depends on your skills."

He glared at me and said, "What skill? You already have that certificate, that's skill!" His earnestness made me laugh.

This statement was somewhat sarcastic, but also revealed a hint of boasting.

Jiang Yan understood, and instead of finding it frivolous, she found it genuine—after all, it's not easy for a person to climb a hill.

Looking back on the path I've traveled, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, realizing how far I've come.

The corners of her lips curved almost imperceptibly, and she smoothly changed the subject, "Where's the certificate? Let me see it."

Gong Yuelong naturally flipped open the certificate, turned it around, and pushed it in front of her. "Here, it's just been warmed up."

Jiang Yan put down her spoon and accepted the certificate.

The badge has clear embossing and a bright red stamp.

Her gaze carefully swept over each section: company name, legal representative, registered capital, qualification category... finally stopping at the three characters "Gong Yuelong".

"Gong Yuelong..." she said the name in a flat tone, without any hint of praise or criticism, but it made the person opposite her sit up straighter subconsciously.

She suddenly raised her eyes and stared intently at Gong Yuelong, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in her eyes.

She quickly calculated the time in her mind, "From the time I gave you Section Chief Li's contact information last time until today... all in all, two weeks?"

The more she calculated, the more incredible it seemed.

In the construction industry, even the most basic labor qualification approval takes at least two or three months to process.

Getting stuck, being rejected, or needing additional explanations are commonplace.

She has seen too many people struggle with this, only to fail in the end.

But the speed of this man in front of her was beyond fast; it was practically... a breakthrough.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but look at him again.

Gong Yuelong was just a commoner with no prior experience in this field and no strong network of connections to rely on.

How can he get through this in such a short time?

Thinking of this, the surprise in Jiang Yan's eyes gradually turned into a more complex emotion—appreciation, but also a faint worry.

He praised his courage and execution, but worried that he might have overexerted himself or left behind any hidden dangers.

Jiang Yan remained silent for a moment, and the worry in her heart gradually subsided.

"You really are... a stubborn person who sticks to their principles."

"A month ago, you were squatting in the labor market waiting for work, arguing with people until you were red in the face for an extra ten yuan a day."

She paused, gently closed the certificate, and pushed it back. "Now, you are President Gong."

These words are both a statement and a question.

Gong Yuelong accepted the certificate, adopting a more serious expression.

"Mr. Jiang, without your guidance, the certificate wouldn't have been issued so quickly."

The permit has been issued, but I know the journey has only just begun. The steps inside this door are probably steeper than the earthen slope outside.

His words acknowledged the need for help, but also demonstrated his clear-headedness.

It didn't float.

Jiang Yan leaned back in her chair, picked up her spoon, and scooped out another spoonful of ice cream. This time, she ate it more slowly.

The office was quiet, with only the low hum of the air conditioner blowing air.

"It's good to know it's high and steep." She finished her bite and spoke.

"There's a labor tender, closing next week. As for Manager Chen..."

She paused, looked at him, and said, "You'll come with me then. You don't need to prepare any materials; just treat it as getting to know people and becoming familiar with them."

Gong Yuelong felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and nodded. "I understand."

His reaction pleased Jiang Yan.

Without making a fuss or being greasy, they solidly seized this opportunity.

She even felt that watching someone steadily build a solid foundation step by step gave her a strange sense of satisfaction than closing a big contract herself.

"Alright," she waved her hand, her tone becoming casual again.

"The ice cream is melting, hurry up and eat yours. After you're done, go back and reorganize the line, so that you don't give a bad answer when someone asks you a casual question."

Gong Yuelong smiled, picked up his ice cream, opened it, and began to eat it heartily without any restraint, making loud smacking noises as he ate.

Jiang Yan watched him eat, shook her head, but there was no reproach in her eyes, only a hint of amusement.

She ate it herself in small bites, the cool sweetness spreading all the way to her heart.

This feeling isn't bad.

Jiang Yan thought, in fact, it's quite good.

Gong Yuelong was deeply grateful.

Unlike his relationships with Lin Wei, Zhao Hongyuan, and Liu Jing, which were purely based on self-interest, the more he interacted with Jiang Yan, the more he understood the weight of guidance and mentorship.

The construction industry is far more complex than simply having a license.

Without a referral or a reliable first job to establish a reputation, the certificate will most likely end up gathering dust in a drawer or becoming a tool for others to use for personal gain.

Without someone showing you the way, telling you which hurdles to overcome and which pitfalls to avoid, even if you're full of energy, you might still run headfirst into an invisible glass wall.

"Don't be so polite with me," Jiang Yan said, as if she could see through his gratitude.

"You're one of my people. Just do your job well, keep things organized, and don't let me down."

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, I understand..." Gong Yuelong nodded.

Jiang Yan glared at him.

"Sister Jiang, I understand."

Jiang Yan nodded and smiled. She looked beautiful, young, and innocent.

She threw the empty box into the trash can and took out a tissue to wipe her hands.

"Make the necessary preparations."

"Okay." Gong Yue tidied up his desk briefly, then sat down opposite Jiang Yan, the atmosphere becoming harmonious.

Just then, the blue light that only he could see flickered slightly.

[Thinking complete.]

The following is a breakdown of potential projects that can be contacted soon:

[I. The construction of a new plant for Xinke Polymer Materials in the High-tech Zone, including the civil engineering of its supporting substation, has a budget of approximately 400,000 yuan. The construction period is tight, and a high response time is required from the labor team. Project contact person: Mr. Sun.]

[II. The second phase of the suburban logistics park involves site leveling and initial hardening. This work is technically simple but involves a large volume of earthwork and requires mechanical assistance.]

【three,……】