Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

This was the first time Jiang Ce had visited the factory director's office since Zhou Hai became the director of the cannery.

The relationship between Jiang Ce and Lu Zifeng has never been a secret.

However, those who don't mingle in the outside world at the factory might not know.

But ever since He Cheng's affair was exposed, even the children at the factory's boarding school have heard the teachers talking about it behind their backs.

"Sit down." Zhou Hai pointed to the sofa opposite the desk.

Jiang Ce sat down and crossed his legs.

Zhou Hai poured a cup of tea and placed it on the coffee table, then looked Jiang Ce over with a rather approving gaze: "You've been working at the factory for two years now, haven't you? Your father and mother both dedicated their youth to the cannery; it's your second home."

Jiang Ce smiled and said, "Director Zhou, to be honest, I've always considered the cannery my home, but now I want to run away from it."

Zhou Hai: "..."

It felt like all the lines I'd been rehearsing all night were now stuck in my throat.

The idea of ​​using future prospects or promotions as bait to extract information about Lu Zifeng from Jiang Ce was completely thwarted the moment Jiang Ce uttered those words.

But Zhou Hai was still not quite convinced.

"I know Lu Zifeng has indeed made some money recently. You think following Lu Zifeng will lead to a brighter future, right? Let me tell you, he's poured all his money into that grain depot warehouse, but the supply and marketing cooperative has stopped supplying him. How can he possibly build up the market?"

"I don't know," Jiang Ce said indifferently.

"Is it that you don't know, or that you don't want to say?"

"I neither know nor want to say."

"Go."

Zhou Hai returned to his seat and didn't look at Jiang Ce again.

Taking action against Lu Zifeng was no longer solely Su Min's decision.

Su Yan stated that as long as it does not affect Huidong Department Store, she would not object to them nipping Lu Zifeng in the bud.

As the son-in-law of the Su family and the director of the Dongxian Canned Food Factory, Zhou Hai was part of the first echelon to deal with Lu Zifeng.

He knew that Lu Zifeng must have obtained the goods through other channels, but he would only know the specific channels and whether they overlapped with those of Huidong Department Store once the goods were in stock.

Unless, of course, they can get reliable information from Jiang Ce in advance.

However, it's obvious that going directly to Jiang Ce won't work.

So Zhou Hai set his sights on Jiang Ce's parents.

Jiang's father was an honest man, and he had a good relationship with Lu's father in private. Although he disliked Lu Zifeng's street-smart behavior, he wouldn't help him betray Lu Zifeng.

Jiang's mother was different; she was efficient and decisive in her work, as evidenced by her dismissal of the temporary worker Zhong Qin.

Zhou Hai approached Jiang's mother, first exchanging pleasantries about work, and then said, "A few months ago, because of Wu Fucheng's incident, many middle and senior managers in the factory were affected, and the position of head of the business department has been vacant. Do you have the confidence to take charge of the business department?"

Jiang's mother was flattered and overwhelmed.

The cannery's business is different from that of a garment factory like Qin Deshou's; they have stable sales channels and don't need to go out and make sales themselves.

The only thing to do is to sort out the invoices and accounts from the very few sales channels.

They have both free time and money.

Before Jiang's mother could express her loyalty, Zhou Hai sighed again, "You and Lao Jiang are both long-time employees at the factory, and your son Jiang Ce works as a mechanic there. The factory has always considered supporting families like yours. But I just talked to Jiang Ce, and young people are quite ambitious."

Whenever this matter is mentioned, Jiang's mother shakes her head.

"Jiang Ce and Lu Zifeng grew up together. Now that Lu Zifeng can earn some money, he's trying to drag my Jiang Ce down with him. I don't look down on Lu Zifeng, but at his age, he's still too green to go into business. I'll talk to Jiang Ce again later. Life outside is so unpredictable; nothing beats the stability of working in a factory."

Zhou Hai smiled and said, "I do have an idea. I'll just say it for now, and you can listen to it for now. If this works out, it will benefit everyone."

Jiang's mother: "???"

Meanwhile, Lu Zifeng and Qiao Linglin were soaked to the bone, and their first priority was naturally to go home to shower and change their clothes.

But Lu Zifeng slowly slowed down as he rode his bicycle.

He realized he had taken the wrong turn.

He habitually took Qiao Ling home, but when they were almost there, he realized that Qiao Ling no longer had a home.

Qiao Ling also realized what was happening, turned her head away, and remained silent.

Lu Zifeng turned his bike around and rode towards his home.

Now that I'm back home, I remember Qiao Ling's change of clothes and daily necessities, which were all left at her old home.

In short, Lu Zifeng's mind has been in complete turmoil for the past two days.

"Give me the key, I'll go get it for you," Lu Zifeng said.

"Okay." After Qiao Ling handed over the keys, Lu Zhenzhen took her hand and said, "Sister Ling, use my shampoo. Mine is Head & Shoulders."

Qiao Ling asked, puzzled, "Why is Head & Shoulders the only one you're using? What do the others use?"

Lu Zhenzhen said, "They wash their hair with scented soap and bathe with soap; they're not particular at all."

Lu Xiaoye, who was doing his homework nearby, was still indignantly saying, "Sister Ling, I didn't know anything about what happened today, otherwise I would definitely have gone up and confronted her. I'm not even sixteen yet, what am I afraid of!"

Qiao Ling glared at Lu Xiaoye: "Study hard, don't show off all day."

Lu Xiaoye mimicked the hand gestures from Hong Kong dramas in video arcades, placing his middle and index fingers at his temples and then swinging them at a 45-degree angle: "Yes, sister-in-law!"

This time, Qiao Ling didn't tell him to stop shouting.

She felt that she had completely integrated into this family, and when Lu Zifeng was rubbing his hair just now, he didn't seem to treat her like Sister Ling.

Lu Zifeng pushed open the door to Qiao Ling's former home and placed the umbrella near the door.

I opened the wardrobe and started packing my summer clothes one by one into my travel bag.

Unwittingly, a red plum blossom notebook fell out of the closet, and a black and white photo that was originally tucked inside also slipped out.

Lu Zifeng picked it up and saw that it contained a family of three.

Between a middle-aged couple who didn't know each other sat a cute little girl with a sign that read "Lingling's 10th Birthday Commemoration".

So, this must be the most precious thing Qiao Ling has right now.

Lu Zifeng put the photo back into his notebook, intending to bring it to her along, but then he discovered that the notebook was almost entirely filled with pencil sketches, with almost no words inside.

"My sister Ling has a talent for painting?" Lu Zifeng was somewhat surprised, and then flipped through a few pages.

At first, it was just the daily life of a family of three.

Although not as realistic as a photograph, the outlines are still faintly discernible, and what she drew is the little things in her life with her parents.

Turning the page further, he saw a painting of a bicycle just like his own, with only the back view of a young man on it, and the person sitting on the back seat was clearly Qiao Ling.

The next picture shows someone eating a boxed lunch while leaning against a telephone pole, their cheeks slightly puffed out in an exaggerated way, with the same bicycle next to them as before.

Turn the page again, and you see someone adjusting an antenna on a rooftop. Next to their head is a speech bubble that reads, "Holy crap, where's my ladder? Who knocked it over?!"

Lu Zifeng took his notebook, slowly sat down on Qiao Ling's bed, and lit a cigarette.

As the ancients said, "One should be with one person for life."

I've lived two lifetimes, so on average I've been with one person in each lifetime. That's not too much to ask, is it?