"Yes, there's a car." Yang Huai tilted his head to look out the window. Before he could look back, he saw a black Honda driving alongside the truck. It was his own car, so there was no way he wouldn't recognize it. As for who was driving, there was no need to guess. Although he didn't see the person in the driver's seat, he took out his phone and sent a message. "You're probably thinking too much."
"Hey!" The girl said, "You're doubting my anti-reconnaissance ability! I graduated from the police academy! That car has been following us since we left the supermarket. I'm not blind. "
Although she was no longer a police officer, being observant had become part of her daily life.
"You don't believe me? See for yourself." Yang Huai pointed at the intersection in front.
"Could it really be a coincidence?" The black car actually turned right in front of her and disappeared from her sight. "Alright, I hope I'm just being paranoid."
"Go back and have a good rest. You've been under a lot of pressure lately. " Yang Huai didn't doubt how his men could find him. After all, he had already told his assistant the names of the supermarket and chicken farm. It wasn't too difficult to find them.
After returning to the chicken farm, he did a simple inspection of the chicken farm before running alone to the entrance of the village. A short and fat middle-aged man was standing there looking around. When he saw him, he immediately jogged over.
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang …" The middle-aged man waved as he ran.
Yang Huai didn't respond. He entered a small path and passed through the dense forest. He stopped by the beach and lit a cigarette.
"Mr. Yang …" The middle-aged man was already panting.
"Old Song, you need to train your body. It's only a few steps," Yang Huai smiled and patted his shoulder. "What's the urgent matter?"
He had only started to take over his father's business in the past two years. However, he took over selectively. For example, he didn't touch the old wood, planks, or furniture.
Firstly, he was not interested in these things. Secondly, these industries were jointly owned by his father and Wan Liangyou. Now that Wan Liangyou had retired, his son, Wan Xinying, had taken over. He and Wan Xinying were not willing to accommodate each other. The two of them were in a completely different state.
If it were not for his uncle's face and the relationship between the two families, he and Wan Xinying would have long gone their separate ways and refused to eat in the same pot.
Fortunately, although his father was uneducated and inexperienced, he was willing to listen to his uncle. When he had spare money, he invested in all kinds of industries. To put it nicely, it was called diversification. To put it bluntly, it was called casting a net randomly. It was also good luck that he was doing well in all kinds of industries.
Otherwise, he might be fighting with Wan Xinying over the furniture factory. He would not be as relaxed as he was now. He only had to manage his own business and receive dividends from Wan Xinying.
His father respected his thoughts. Of course, he didn't dare to disrespect him. Otherwise, he would learn from Li Pei and not care about anything.
However, his father was not completely at ease with him. He still assigned him a nanny, who was his assistant in name.
As for Old Song, he teased him verbally, but in his heart, he respected him.
Song Youxi had a doctorate degree. He had served as the financial auditor of Treasure Island Trade, and was later promoted to the manager of the planning and finance department of a large corporation. In 1995, he was transferred to the finance department of the Zhongzai Corporation and became the manager of the auditing department. That was when he entered Li He's line of sight. When he thought he had reached the peak of his life, he was seconded to the Wanwen Mahogany Furniture Company, which was still a small workshop and a pile of loose sand. It was now the Wanwen Corporation that Yang Huai was in charge of. The only difference was that there was no longer a furniture business.
Wan Liangyou and Yang Xuewen were still one family in name, but in reality, they had long separated.
Song Youxi played a big part in the Wanwen Corporation being able to reach its current scale.
"You're so anxious. If something happens to you, how am I going to explain it to your father?" Song Youxi said impatiently. "You're completely out of touch."
"I had something to do, so I didn't tell you much." Yang Huai smiled. "You're always tired."
"You should have picked up the phone. You can't turn it off," Song Youxi continued. "Good lord, you can't even find the person who is looking for you. Isn't this a joke?
Touch my chest. It's still jumping up and down. "
"Okay, I was wrong." Yang Huai was a little unscrupulous over the phone. However, he was a little afraid that Song Youxi would be long-winded in front of him. "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm still waiting to go to work."
"Working in a chicken farm? What are you up to this time? "Song Youxi did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"It's my business. You don't have to worry about it. I can rest assured with you in the company," Yang Huai said with a smile. "Okay, that's it. I have to go."
"Don't." Song Youxi hurriedly grabbed his arm. "Why don't we just buy the chicken farm? That'll be fine!"
"Don't!" Yang Huai hurriedly stopped him. "Just do what you need to do. Don't worry about my business, okay?"
"Sigh." Song Youxi sighed. "But you have to promise me something."
"Say it." Yang Huai decided to compromise.
"You can't turn off your phone again." Song Youxi paused. "Even if you don't answer the phone, you have to text me in time."
"No problem." Yang Huai thought for a while and agreed.
"Also, your great-uncle's son is getting married next month. Your father wants you to attend on his behalf." Song Youxi looked at him and said uncertainly, "You won't be absent, right?"
The so-called great-uncle was naturally Tang Liwen.
"I really can't not go." Although Great Granduncle and Great Grandmother had passed away, the relationship between the Yang Family and the Tang Family had never been broken. "I'll see how it goes. Send me a message in advance."
"Okay." Song Youxi did not have much hope in the first place.
"Keep this for me." Yang Huai took something out of his pocket and threw it to Song Youxi.
"Sigh …" Song Youxi hurriedly caught it. When he saw that it was a watch, he could only look at Yang Huai's back and sigh.
Life at the chicken farm was leisurely and comfortable. Yang Huai had never felt so comfortable in his life. Since he was young, his parents and great-grandmother had placed their hopes on him. He came all the way to Hong Kong to study. His living conditions were good, but there was always a sword hanging over his head. If he did not work hard, he would feel like he was letting someone down.
His sense of responsibility pushed him to work hard.
Later, when he joined the work force and took over his father's baton, he was surrounded by people who flattered him. He felt that life was extremely unreal.
Even in front of his good friends and classmates, he gradually couldn't hear sincere words from them.
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