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

Several pieces of information are clearly listed, each with its own emphasis: some prioritize speed, some prioritize stability, and some require handling complicated matters.

Gong Yuelong silently noted it down, quickly weighing the options in his mind.

The substation in the High-tech Zone has a tight construction schedule and the price isn't too high, but the advantage is that the goal is clear and the work is done cleanly. If you do a good job, it's easy to leave an impression on companies in the new district that value efficiency.

The work at the logistics park would be a good fit for his current team and equipment, but the competition would definitely be fierce.

This information is very specific, even providing contact information and approximate budgets, and its value is undeniable.

However, turning these leads into tangible contracts and revenue requires corresponding capital.

It's not just about manpower and qualifications; it may also require prior arrangements, the flexibility to quickly mobilize resources, and even the courage to tackle tough challenges.

"Which option is best suited for this current juncture, allowing for the fastest start while also paving the way for future developments?"

With a slight thought, he gave the system more precise instructions.

Blue light flowed, and the writing briefly blurred before becoming clear again.

[Command received: Filtering priority.]

[Analysis in progress... considering existing resources and short-term expansion needs...]

[Priority suggestion: Clue 1.]

Having seen this, Gong Yuelong had a better understanding of the situation.

The power distribution room project is independent, with fewer disputes. The client is an emerging company that values ​​efficiency, which is conducive to establishing a reputation for quick response and strong execution in the early stages.

The required resources are highly compatible with the existing ones.

The system helped him eliminate distractions and pointed out the most likely effective direction at present.

But this is just intelligence. How to get in touch with that Engineer Sun and how to demonstrate our strength requires a plausible introduction, or at least a plausible pretext.

He looked up and saw Jiang Yan smiling. The timing was perfect.

Gong Yuelong spoke:

"Mr. Jiang, I've heard something, but I don't know if it's reliable. I'd like to ask for your opinion."

"They say there's some new materials factory in the High-tech Zone that's rushing to meet a deadline, and they're urgently looking for a team to build the supporting substation?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Yan.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan thought, "A project in the High-tech Zone?" She quickly processed the information in her mind.

The business she handles mostly involves bridging loans, advance payments for materials, bulk material supply, and settling accounts—things that are more financial and resource-related, and are somewhat detached from direct information about specific construction projects.

News like this about the construction of a substation for a factory is trivial and specialized, and it's not something she usually hears about easily.

She looked up at Gong Yuelong. His expression was quite natural. This kid, he's really getting the hang of things?

She took out a tissue.

"High-tech Zone? I think it's near Xinke Polymer."

But a thought crossed her mind. This kind of work wasn't big, at most a few hundred thousand, and the deadline was tight, so most teams of any size wouldn't even consider it.

But for her, this path was different.

This is money earned from legitimate construction projects, with contracts and acceptance checks. Although it's worrying, it's reassuring.

More importantly, this job is practically tailor-made for Gong Yuelong's current situation—it's a perfect opportunity for him to practice, test his team, and quickly recoup his investment.

If he can really figure out the specifics, then he's not just hardworking, he's quick-witted and knows how to find opportunities.

Jiang Yan became interested. She even wanted to hear just how much he actually knew.

She looked at Gong Yuelong and said, "Jobs with tight deadlines are troublesome. They have high requirements, and it's not always easy to get paid."

Is what you heard a direct statement from the general contractor, or is it information that has passed through several intermediaries?

She asked directly.

Whether it's hearsay or there's real information, this question can reveal the answer.

If it's the latter, then perhaps... she could give him another push.

Jiang Yan asked directly, and Gong Yuelong answered honestly.

"I heard the news from a fellow villager. He overheard the client and the general contractor arguing over the progress of the substation project."

Gong Yuelong omitted the part about the intelligence system, but what he said was true.

"The general contractor is Dingjian Construction, and the person in charge on site is an engineer surnamed Sun."

As Jiang Yan listened, she formed a general judgment in her mind.

News coming directly from frontline workers is often the most accurate and direct.

She knew that Dingjian Construction was of above-average strength, its management was somewhat rough, but it had a lot of work.

"Dingxin's project..." Jiang Yan seemed to be recalling something.

"On their projects, especially those with tight deadlines, they like to hold some kind of ceremony at the beginning."

Burn some paper money and offer incense, saying it's for peace and good fortune.

She looked up at Gong Yuelong and said, "Don't take this lightly. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. They believe in this, so if you follow their example, it will be more effective than offering them ten packs of cigarettes. It will show that you know the rules and are one of them."

Gong Yuelong carefully noted it down: "Understood. The proper etiquette must be observed."

"Hmm." Jiang Yan leaned back in her chair. "It seems you haven't just been burying yourself in getting qualifications lately; you've also been listening more closely. That's a good thing."

Her words carried a sense of approval, which warmed Gong Yuelong's heart.

Jiang Yan glanced at the time and asked casually, "You just said that fellow villager does odd jobs in the High-tech Zone? Is he reliable?"

"He's from the same village, an honest man, skillful, but he doesn't have a large team to lead him," Gong Yuelong replied.

"Hmm." Jiang Yan didn't ask any more questions, only saying, "We've gathered the people who are useful. In the future, these bits and pieces of information will sometimes be more useful than formal bidding."

She glanced again at the blue qualification certificate on the table and suddenly felt that the man in front of her seemed to have really broadened his path a bit.

It's not just about having the certificate; it's about gradually learning how to use it and how to make a living in this industry.

This feeling made even the person who was giving directions feel like... a waste of effort.

"Alright, as long as you have a clear understanding of this matter," Jiang Yan said finally.

"When you go to see that Engineer Sun, be careful and practical. If you need me to put in a good word for you with someone I know in Dingxin, then you can tell me."

"Okay!" Gong Yuelong replied.

Looking at the increasingly composed and reliable man in front of her, Jiang Yan felt a strange sense of comfort.

This feeling is different from simply appreciating it.

She has met too many people, some shrewd and obvious, some timid and hesitant. But people like Gong Yuelong, who have a tenacious spirit and can still remember the warmth and coldness of human relationships, are rare.

Dealing with people like that is not tiring.

You don't need to constantly guess his schemes, nor do you need to worry that what he's supporting is just an empty shell.

He's like a sponge that absorbs water on its own; give him a little direction, and he'll expand into something solid.

This feeling of mutual support and understanding makes people feel comfortable and gives them a sense of warmth and security.

With the project making progress, the barrier between the two—a simple act of helping and being helped—seemed to thinner, and the atmosphere became more relaxed than before.

Jiang Yan put down her teacup, as if suddenly remembering something trivial, and casually asked:

"By the way, Rilong, do you...believe in fate?"