It was Fang Yingzhi, wearing a beige half-length jacket with a purple turtleneck underneath. She looked very fresh and refined, and was carrying a small cardboard box of apples. 'Hello, Yiping, I was in the neighbourhood today visiting a friend, and rembered that you guys live around here, so I thought I'd drop by. Welco!'
This was no coincidence. She had known that Huang Jingping had returned to her hotown and had co here on purpose. Feng Yiping was reluctant to let her in, but at that mont, the door across the hall opened. The two elderly people looked like they were going out for a walk and greeted him with a smile, 'Xiao Feng, you have a visitor!'
'Auntie Wang, you're going out? This is a friend, Sister Fang, co in!' He deliberately put an accent on the word 'sister'. Fang Yingzhi was three years older than him.
'Haha, your ho is nicely decorated,' Fang Yingzhi said as soon as she entered the room. Although Feng Yiping had the house decorated three years ago, the style would not go out of fashion even if it were put off for ten years.
'Where's Jingping? Isn't she here?' Fang Yingzhi took off her jacket as she walked, and her figure was quite good, no wonder Xiao Zhijie fell into the pit later.
Feng Yiping didn't know whether she really didn't know or just pretended not to know. 'Well, she's not here. Co, have so tea.'
'Your neighbourhood is quite nice, and the environnt is quite good. It's probably not cheap now!'
'I'm not sure about that. My family bought it all.' Feng Yiping didn't want to continue the conversation along her lines, but he didn't want to be rude and just send her away. He had to change the subject. 'Sister Fang is about to graduate, right?'
'Hey, Yiping, can you stop calling Fang Yingzhi? I'm not much older than you, and to outsiders, you look older than . Just call by my na!'
Fang Yingzhi had the ability to change the subject at will. Later, after Xiao Zhijie confird his relationship with her, he took her out to dinner for the first ti, and both Feng Yiping and Wang Changning gave her a good review.
Unfortunately, true feelings are not as good as real gold. After such a good impression, the contrast was too great when she did sothing like that later, so the impression on her was even worse.
Although I feel that what she is going to do later, oh, I'm afraid there won't be such an opportunity this ti, it's not right to put the bla on her, but the impression in my mind is so stubborn that I can't get rid of it. Therefore, Feng Yiping, with patience, asked her again, 'Then I'd better call you Xiaozhi. I heard from Jingping that you are about to graduate. Have you found a job yet?'
'I have so ideas, and it would be great if you could help analyse them. There is a construction bank in the county below, and it is a contract position, starting at the front desk. After three years, if you perform well, you can be converted to a permanent position. There is also a finance bureau, but you have to work there for three years before you can be formally employed. There are also a few companies in the south that do financial work, and the pay is high. Which one do you think is better?'
'I can't make decisions about such important matters, but I don't think you'll be given a permanent position after three years. It's probably just an oral promise that won't be written in the employnt contract. What if soone with connections cos along and snatches it away? It's better in the south, with higher wages and more opportunities.
Besides, what's a permanent position? With your qualifications, if you go to the south, you'll have people lining up to woo you. You can pick soone handso and rich, and co back to be an investor. The officials there will fawn over you like they do their boss!'
'Haha, Yiping, you really know how to talk.' Fang Yingzhi didn't hear anything else, she only heard Feng Yiping say that she was pretty. I knew it, I guess that's what he thought when he first saw .
'Where am I beautiful? No one else says it, and Jingping is no match for .'
'No, Jingping said it: you're the school beauty,'
At this, Fang Yingzhi laughed even more happily. 'So, according to you, there aren't many local n chasing after ?'
'I guess there are a lot of them right now, but here, we're not generally as rich as the South.' You'd better go toss your hat in the South. Feng Yiping doesn't want her to run into Xiao Zhijie. Right now, Xiao Zhijie and Zhang Qiuling are doing pretty well.
'Where, there are plenty of rich people here. Just look at you, I think you're richer than a lot of Southerners.' Fang Yingzhi looked at him with burning eyes.
'My family only owns a few noodle shops, so we can't be considered rich. We just manage to get by.'
Feng Yiping didn't say anything, so of course Fang Yingzhi didn't want to pry. They had only hung out twice, and it was obviously inappropriate to go to soone's house and ask how much money they had.
They chatted in a lukewarm manner for nearly ten minutes, and Fang Yingzhi never once indicated that she wanted to leave. No, she had to find an excuse. Feng Yiping refilled her cup once, which actually vaguely suggested that he wanted to send her away. However, the subtext of serving tea to send soone away has long been lost in modern interpersonal interactions.
Just as well, because at that mont the phone rang in the study. 'Sister Fang,' said Feng Yiping, looking at Fang Ying's feigned anger, and imdiately changing his tone, 'Xiao Zhi, you sit wherever you like, I'll just answer the phone.'
The phone call was from his brother-in-law, saying that they had found three places they liked for the hotel site, and wanted Feng Yiping to go and have a look himself. This was good news. 'Brother-in-law, do you have the addresses? If you have an orientation map, could you send a fax?'
He didn't know which street in the provincial capital it was, and how it had developed since, but he had a general impression of which area had developed well.
Of course, you have to choose a place where land prices are cheap now and will appreciate in value later. The most important thing is not to be unlucky enough to choose a future transport artery, such as a subway line or high-speed railway line, which will have to be demolished after less than 20 years.
There was nothing he could do. Feng Yiping's luck was like this. He rented a warehouse that was a good deal, but it was demolished because of the construction of a highway. Then he rented a shop in a good location, but the market was demolished because of the construction of the subway. Unfortunately, the market was split in half, starting from his shop.
He leaned back in his chair, his head bobbing as he waited for the fax. Fang Yingzhi knocked twice on the door. 'Is this a good ti?'
Feng Yiping didn't want her to see the docunts on the table, so he got up and walked towards the door, 'It's nothing, I'm sorry, I just got a call from ho, I have to rush back there, I can't entertain you today, I'm sorry!'
Fang Yingzhi was stunned. The way he just looked, he obviously wasn't in a hurry, but she didn't want to say anything. 'It's okay, I ca over to tell you that I'm going ho too.'
'Okay, I'll walk you there.' Feng Yiping pretended to get a bag, went to the bedroom to pack a few clothes, and then went downstairs with Fang Yingzhi. He watched her push the cart downstairs and said, 'You ca here by bike, right? Then I won't walk you there. We'll make another appointnt when Jingping gets back.'
'Okay, you be careful on the road.'
Feng Yiping took the bike, of course not going out of town, but straight to the warehouse, and in the afternoon he even went with the bike to make a few deliveries.
That night, boss Lv Youfu, accompanied by his voluptuous secretary Liang, t with the lone Vice-District Chief Jiang at their usual place.
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