Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Pursuing

In the evening, Feng Yiping stood in the large kitchen, looking at the shiny kitchenware of all kinds, but he no longer had the desire to cook, and he didn't even want to cook instant noodles.

As soon as Huang Jingping left, the best house he had lived in for both his lives became cold and quiet again, even though it had only been less than a week since they had moved in and it had been lively.

Sighing, he turned off the lights, then thought better of it and turned them back on. He drove to the community clubhouse for dinner.

When he returned, he looked at the lights in the room and was reluctant to get out of the car. There was a completely different feeling from a light that someone was keeping watch over and one that no one was keeping watch over.

Over the past year or so, he had become accustomed to someone waiting at home every time he returned, someone serving him at the table every meal, and someone waiting for him every night under the warm light. That was what it felt like to be at home. Now that person was gone, and the luxurious house that he was in, from the inside out, was just a house.

In the next few days, Feng Yiping went to school as if it were the first day of the semester, not missing a single class. He just left in the afternoon as soon as the class was over, not going home, but rushing to the company.

So the employees of the company were the most diligent these two days, because the boss, who was always elusive, also stayed in General Manager Jin's office working. And it seemed that his mood was not very good. The previous few times he came, he was very amiable, but these past two days, no matter who it was, there was no smile on his face.

Fang Yingzhi also felt this change. In the company, she greeted Feng Yiping with a smile several times, but Feng Yiping didn't even say a word, let alone smile, and just nodded coldly at her, making Fang Yingzhi feel a little afraid of Feng Yiping for the first time.

'I always feel that this plan is not grand enough. Yiping, take a look,' Jin Ling handed Feng Yiping a folder. This was the design plan for the Youjiafenli website, which was of course contracted to Zhitong Company.

In the years since returning to China, Hong Haoran has successfully erased the influence of his Western education. The website looks very primitive to Feng Yiping, and is highly consistent with most corporate websites at this time. It also starts with a company introduction with the company office building in the background, the main products, and then news, branch locations, contact information, etc., which is no different from the kind of website that some Internet companies later made for a few hundred dollars.

Feng Yiping only glanced at it a few times and immediately made his judgment: 'This is definitely no good. Tell him to start again. The first thing you see should be the various activities currently underway, followed by an introduction to our main products. The company introduction can be placed last, and the news section can be completely removed. How much news do we have anyway? Also, tell Hong Haoran to keep it simple. There are too many small details, which makes it look unrefined. Don't copy these domestic websites; look at the websites of those big foreign companies.'

Seeing the problem and offering advice may seem like a small difference, but in fact there is a huge gap between the two. Jin Ling looked at Feng Yiping, who continued to work on the document without a care in the world after saying all that, and felt a little sad. 'Isn't there anything you don't know?'

'There's no way around it, he's just too good, and he can't keep a low profile even if he wanted to,' Feng Yiping shamelessly bragged.

'Oh, I saw cows flying in the sky,' after spending a long time with Feng Yiping, even Jin Ling is used to his witty remarks.

After approving the last document on the evaluation method for outstanding employees, Feng Yiping finished the work at hand. He looked at the time and saw that it was already 7 o'clock. There were still a lot of people working in the office outside, and he wondered how many of them were just putting on an act.

'Jing, I'll come over to your place tonight!' Feng Yiping switched to flirtatious mode.

'Get lost,' was Jin Ling's curt response.

'Then you come to my place!'

'Get lost!' There was nothing he could do. People with poor literary skills can't even find two different words to refuse someone.

'But if you want to invite me to dinner, I can consider doing you a favour.' According to Feng Yiping's opinion, Jin Ling finished writing an email to Hong Haoran and was also ready to go off work. 'Not far ahead, there is a newly opened Texas steakhouse. I went there once and the taste is very authentic. If you want to go, I can accompany you.'

'AA,'

'Forget it,' Jin Ling said with a frown. "When I was in the US, I never paid for anyone.'

'Then I'll treat you today, and you can treat me tomorrow,'

'You twice, me once," Jin Ling insisted. For some reason, whenever Feng Yiping was mean, she doubled down on her meanness, and she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Fang Yingzhi, sitting in the cubicle, watched Jin Ling and Feng Yiping walk out carrying their bags and arguing. She wanted to go over and say hello, but the two of them didn't even look over here. Sighing, she prepared to go off work as well. Next door, Xiao Wu hurriedly followed, 'Yingzhi, going back to the dormitory? Let's eat together!'

'Sorry, I've got a date with some friends for a night out,' there were quite a few male colleagues at the company who were interested in her like Wu, but Fang Yingzhi never gave any of them a good look.

In the morning, Feng Yiping woke up in the hotel again. Last night, he had a meal with Jin Ling that she really appreciated. Feng Yiping didn't feel like anything after the good steak, so he went to watch a movie. Then he was too lazy to go home, so he simply opened a room near the school.

Lazily, he picked up his phone and looked at it. There were no messages.

He seized the time and called Zhang Qiuling during a break between classes. 'Hello, old classmate, how have you been?'

'What can I do? The same old thing. How about you? Are you adjusting to university life? Have you been bullying Jingping? I'm warning you, no matter how pretty your university classmates are, there are thousands of them, and you can only take one. Jingping has been so good to you, you can't let her down.'

You are a teacher, and lecturing people must have become instinctive.

However, after Zhang Qiuling said this, Feng Yiping immediately relaxed. It seemed that Huang Jingping had not come to her to complain, and Huang Jingping had not returned to her parents' house. Feng Yiping guessed where she had been these days.

'Jingjie, I have a big assignment these few days, and I need to look up a lot of information in the library, so I won't be coming to the office. You can also hold the paper documents sent by other companies for me, and I'll deal with them when I have time.'

'Okay, that's fine. If it's no fun eating alone, give me a call,' Jin Ling said on the phone.

'I know, and next time it'll be your turn to treat!'

There weren't as many flights as he had expected, and Feng Yiping was only able to book a ticket for the next day. So he hurried to the provincial capital the next noon without telling anyone.

Naturally, there was no car to pick him up, and there was no car rental service at the airport either. He just joined the line to buy a ticket for the airport shuttle bus.

He was slowly moving along in the long line when someone tapped him on the shoulder. 'Hey, Yiping!' He was startled. What a coincidence, he thought, running into an acquaintance here.

He turned around and saw that it was indeed an acquaintance.

Zheng Jiayi, wearing a beige trench coat, was standing behind him, smiling. It had been almost a year since they last saw each other, and she looked more graceful than before. She also exuded an aura of intellectualism from top to bottom.

Although they hadn't met in person, they had kept in regular contact by phone. Zheng Jiayi had called him, and he had also called her several times. After all, Mayor Fang's tiger skin was still very useful in the city, and it was necessary to maintain it.

'Why are you here?' Both of them asked almost in unison.

'I just sent a classmate abroad. Why didn't you ask someone from home or work to pick you up?'

'It's a personal errand, you understand, don't you?'

'Then come with me, I'll take you into the city.' How could he refuse a free ride?

'It's a personal errand. You're not hiding it from your family and school, are you secretly skipping class to prepare for something bad?' Zheng Jiayi asked him on the way to the parking lot.

'Just kidding. Do you think someone as upright as me could be associated with anything bad? Your classmate is studying abroad, right? What about you? Do you have any plans to do that?' Feng Yiping skillfully changed the subject.

'I'm doing pretty well at my current school, and I have no intention of pursuing a master's or doctorate. Besides, I'm too lazy to go out,' Zheng Jiayi still drove the Beetle.

'You're right to think that way. If you get a scholarship from a famous university, you can go, but if you just want to go for the gold-plating, there's no need at all, especially for you, you're already 24K, what's the point of gold-plating?'

'Haha,' Zheng Jiayi giggled, 'in middle school, how come I didn't realise that you were so smooth-talking?'

'I wanted to, but you didn't give me the chance. You wore a long face all the time, as if someone had lent you fresh millet and you were returning stale barley. You were always picking on me. Whenever Liu Wenjun and I spoke, you couldn't wait to write it down.' Zheng Jiayi now made Feng Yiping feel very comfortable, and he could say whatever he wanted.

'Really? You weren't much better than me at the time. How many students in the class did you speak to for more than two sentences?' Zheng Jiayi asked in return, and this time Feng Yiping was speechless.

'The student I wanted to talk to most ignored me, and I didn't bother talking to the others.'

'Haha, although I know you're lying, I'm still very happy!' Zheng Jiayi kept smiling the whole way, and never stopped.

'Where are you going?' Zheng Jiayi asked him after getting off the airport expressway.

'Drop me off at the bus station, I need to take a bus back to the city.'

'How about this: you go to the university with me, and then we'll take my car back to the city. Okay? I know you'll be very uncomfortable without a car.'

'Is that okay?' Having a car to drive is of course good, even if it is a feminine car!

'What's not good about it? But I have one condition: you have to eat lunch with me in the cafeteria.'

'I'm not paying, and besides, I won't agree to even one vegetarian dish.' Feng Yiping held up a palm to Zheng Jiayi.

'You are worthy of the name Boss Feng, bargaining must be your instinct, but seeing as you made me so happy today and you are on my turf, I will reluctantly agree, senior!' Zheng Jiayi held up one hand to give him a high five.

However, when they arrived at the Polytechnic University and went to the canteen together, Feng Yiping realised that he had fallen for another big trick.

Along the way, not only did male and female classmates ask, 'Jiayi, who is this handsome guy?'

Zheng Jiayi always smiled and said, 'He's my classmate, he came back from Tsinghua to see me.'

'Hee hee, a classmate!'

The girls were a little better off, at most they would think about it and gossip a little, but some of the boys, after asking about Feng Yiping, looked at him with obvious ill will.

'You're using me as a shield!' Feng Yiping realised then.

'So, you're not happy? Then I'll ask Uncle Chen from the city's industry and commerce department to go to the factory and convenience store to chat with the manager?'

'Zheng Jiayi, I've completely recognised you!' Feng Yiping looked at her in some annoyance.

'Haha,' he said, which made Zheng Jiayi feel particularly amused, and then the next thing Feng Yiping said made her smile freeze on her face, 'I must add another braised pork elbow!'

'Are you a pig? Can you eat all that?'

'If I can't eat it all, I'll take it home with me!'

The meal was not peaceful either. Zheng Jiayi's roommates and same-sex friends, who had come upon the news, were all grinning and using a method comparable to a three-part interrogation, eager to dig out all of Feng Yiping's ancestors.

But dealing with these sophomore girls, who superficially seemed older than Feng Yiping but actually had little social experience, was no problem.

While Feng Yiping was feasting, he answered their questions with ease. Actually, strictly speaking, they weren't really answers. He talked a lot, but there was really very little useful information.

And he basically dominated the entire conversation. The last question was, 'Are the girls here prettier than the girls at your school?' Feng Yiping said, 'My classmates are the prettiest,' and then changed the subject to which guy in the Polytechnic University cafeteria was the most handsome.

'I can't tell, but in just one year, you've become a veteran!' Finally, after finishing eating, Zheng Jiayi seemed to be praising him.

Feng Yiping wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, 'Who says so? Just now, for a short while, I was even more tired than when I took the college entrance exam last year. I've lost big time!'

'Okay, don't be modest. And, be careful on the road. I've been at school, so I don't use the car much. You can go about your business without worry!' Zheng Jiayi saw him out of the school gate before happily walking back.

More than half a year had passed, and there had been little change in the area around the community. As soon as he entered the gate of the community, Feng Yiping's heart started racing. Is Jingping here? Is she taking a nap?

After parking the car, he jogged to the front door and gently opened it. Fortunately, it wasn't locked. Could it be that she wasn't home?

Huang Jingping really wasn't home. However, her clothes were drying on the balcony, and in the room that Feng Yiping had originally tidied up, there was a set of quilts on the bed, and on top of the sheets, there was a set of pajamas that Feng Yiping was familiar with. She was indeed here.