After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

In the courtyard house.

Wei Yi laughed and joked all the way, putting his arm around the shoulders of the group and calling them brothers.

After passing through the hanging flower gate of the second courtyard, and walking further in, you will reach the main hall where the Su family is holding a banquet today.

To the surprise of the Su family, he changed completely the moment he stepped across the threshold.

Wei Yi, who was just at the door joking around with a few young guys, patting them on the shoulder and offering them cigarettes, is nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a young man slowed his pace, straightened his back, and softened his smile.

He no longer puts his arm around anyone's shoulder, nor does he address people as "brother-in-law" or "brother-in-law" anymore.

Even the volume of his voice decreased.

The young men from the Su family, still laughing and joking, were taken aback when they saw him like this.

This was against the backdrop of their still-unreserved laughter and playful expressions.

This only made the handsome young man in the very center look even more like a handsome young man!

And they, a few in number, came into view in the hall.

That was a lack of decorum; several middle-aged men had noticeable frowns.

This startled several of them.

Sulei, who witnessed the whole thing from the sidelines, rolled her eyes inwardly once again.

That scoundrel is definitely doing it on purpose!

Old Su, still smiling, sat at the head of the main hall. Seeing him enter, he simply waved and said, "Little Wei is here. Sit down."

Wei Yi then walked over respectfully, first greeting Elder Su, and then turning to greet each of the elders in the hall.

Sulai watched from the side, clicking his tongue in disbelief.

She knew Wei Yi all too well; he was a human chameleon, a socially awkward Tyrannosaurus Rex!

In this hall today, there are only four people from the Su family who truly have influence.

Old Su's two sons.

One is Su Lai's father, Su Jianjun, who was originally in Fujian Province but only transferred to Shandong Province two months ago.

They are the most promising members of the Su family in this generation, the backbone who will take another half a step, a step, or two steps up the social ladder.

The other is Sulai's uncle, Su Jianwei, who works in Xinjiang Province. Although his position is not as prominent as his brother's, he is still a powerful local official.

In addition, there are two sons-in-law of Old Su, both of whom hold important positions.

One of them is the deputy general manager of a state-owned automobile enterprise, while the other is the director of a financial regulatory department.

Finally, there's Su Mo's father, Su Jianguo, Su Lao's nephew, a deputy county head who has been working in the local area for many years.

Compared to his older brothers and brothers-in-law, he was actually not very senior.

So his daughter was chosen.

That's how he got a better seat near the front.

After all, the other four people, if you just picked any one of them out, could silence everyone in the room.

Today, because the old man was there, everyone was even more serious, and their eyes were full of scrutiny when they looked at Wei Yi.

But Wei Yi was able to navigate between them with ease.

Moreover, he did not take the initiative to speak to Su Jianjun first.

Instead, they first talked to Su Jianguo, mainly about local matters.

Su Jianguo is the deputy county head, and his main responsibility is poverty alleviation.

Wei Yi then took the initiative to steer the conversation: "Uncle, my hometown is a fifth-tier county in Guangdong Province. When I was a child, I went to the townships with my elders. To be honest, many impoverished villages are poor not because of resources, but because of poor roads. If the roads are impassable, logistics costs are high. No matter how good the products are, they can't be sold."

Su Jianguo's eyes lit up: "Xiao Wei, you've hit the nail on the head. This is the biggest problem in our county right now. Some villages have decent quality mountain products, but when you calculate the cost of transporting them out, they're more expensive than the products themselves."

Wei Yi nodded: "So I think that just building roads isn't enough. We need to develop the grassroots level of e-commerce. For example, we can build a distribution center in the county to gather scattered packages and then negotiate unified pricing with courier companies. This way, the cost per package can be reduced, and mountain products will have a chance to enter the city."

"Furthermore, with the country's information infrastructure development, e-commerce and live streaming will become mainstream in the future, and..."

Su Jianguo listened more and more attentively, and became increasingly excited.

At this moment, Su Jianwei, who was sitting next to him, suddenly interjected, "Xiao Wei, from what you're saying, you seem to know quite a bit about logistics?"

Wei Yi smiled and said, "Uncle, I work in the bike-sharing industry, and I deal with dispatch and location management every day. Logistics, in the end, is also about dispatch. One is about bikes, and the other is about goods; the principles are the same."

Sulei rolled her eyes again.

She really wanted to tell her uncle that this rascal had never ridden a shared bicycle before.

I've been doing all the work!

He simply washed his hands of the business!

But she couldn't and wouldn't want to embarrass him, so she could only keep it to herself.

It's awful!

Su Jianwei nodded gently and didn't say anything more, but the way he looked at him was different from when he first entered.

What truly quieted everyone in the room was his conversation with his uncle, who worked for a state-owned automobile company.

My uncle's surname is Zhao. He is in his early fifties, with his hair neatly combed. He has the composure that is unique to senior executives of large companies.

He had been holding his teacup, and with a half-smile, asked, "Xiao Wei, judging from your appearance, you even know about e-commerce and poverty alleviation. So what do you think of our automotive industry?"

Wei Yi put down his teacup, paused for a moment, and then spoke: "Uncle, if I may be so bold as to say something, the biggest change in the automotive industry in the next ten years will not be in the engine, but in the battery."

Uncle Zhao said "Oh," signaling him to continue.

"Our country is currently too dependent on foreign oil, and the foreign exchange spent on purchasing crude oil every year is not a small amount. That's one layer. The second layer is environmental protection. The third layer is industrial upgrading. In traditional fuel vehicles, we are decades behind others in terms of engine and transmission accumulation. But electric vehicles are different. In terms of batteries, motors, and electronic controls, the starting time difference is not that big. In these three areas, we have the opportunity to overtake others by changing lanes."

Uncle Zhao put down his teacup, his gaze darkening. "But electric vehicles have many problems now: short range, slow charging, and high cost. Relying solely on subsidies won't get us far."

Wei Yi continued, "That's right. Subsidies are just a short-term solution. The real turning point comes with increased battery energy density and decreased costs. I predict that within five years, the costs of lithium iron phosphate and ternary materials will come down. At that time, even without subsidies, electric vehicles will be able to get started in specific scenarios, such as buses, taxis, and logistics vehicles. These scenarios have fixed routes and convenient charging, making them the easiest to electrify first."

Uncle Zhao was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "You even know this?"

Wei Yi humbly replied, "I just enjoy reading miscellaneous books in my spare time, Uncle, please don't take it seriously. When it comes to business matters, it's people like you in the bureau who have the final say."

These words contained judgment, evidence, and ultimately gave the elders ample face.

Uncle Zhao found it pleasant to hear, and the scrutiny in his eyes had vanished.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually relaxed.

Old Su held the teacup and slowly took a sip.

He turned his head and met Su Jianjun's gaze.

Su Jianjun nodded slightly.

The father and son didn't say anything, but it seemed like they had said something.

Sulei sat at the lower end of the table and saw everything.

She was outwardly still eating sunflower seeds, but inwardly she was in turmoil.

This person speaks like a human to humans and a ghost to ghosts. No, he's more cunning than a ghost.

Su Mo kept her head down, her little face flushed with excitement.

Seeing how well Wei Yi and her father were chatting, and noticing how the elders in the hall were looking at him with newfound approval, her heart fluttered like a bird.

As for the young men of the Su family, they were now completely convinced.

They originally thought that Wei Yi was just a lucky, handsome young man who had hooked up with Wu Zhenhe.

But now it seems...

They can't even learn the proper way to act like brothers at the door.

Not to mention, once inside the hall, he chatted and laughed with a group of elders who had spent half their lives immersed in officialdom.

The group exchanged glances, all reading from each other's faces: This kid's got some skills!