The Stepmother's Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era-Chapter 473 - 472 Going to Rongcheng

The next day, Pei Yang took the earliest flight to Shanghai City.

It was still Chen Yi who picked him up from the airport.

"Is your uncle’s matter resolved?"

"Hmm, my uncle has returned to Fengcheng, and he won’t be leaving again."

"That’s good."

Pei Yang looked out the car window and realized they were not heading to a hotel. He casually asked, "Where are we going?"

"We’re going to Motorola Company. I’ve already arranged things with Manager Yang for you. You can go there today and sign the contract directly."

"Did you bring enough money?"

Upon hearing Chen Yi’s question, Pei Yang quickly came back to his senses, "I did."

After a pause, he added, "Thanks, I owe you one for this."

Chen Yi glanced at him, "If you really want to thank me, give me what I want, you know what I am looking for."

Pei Yang looked down at his watch, "It’s almost lunchtime. After we sign the contract, let’s invite Manager Yang to eat with us. You’re familiar with the area, so you pick the place. Choose somewhere upscale."

Seeing him feign ignorance and not engage, Chen Yi chuckled lightly and said no more.

...

"Miss La, this was delivered by a Mr. Shen a few days ago when you were not here, so I took the liberty of accepting it on your behalf."

La Shiran took the letter from the butler’s hand, opened it, and upon reading the contents, a sweet smile bloomed across her beautiful face.

"Where are the items?"

"They are all in the storage room."

"Bring them here. I want to have a look."

"Yes, ma’am."

By the time La Shiran had changed her clothes and come downstairs, the items had all been laid out on the coffee table.

There were chocolate liqueurs, snowflake crisps, flower cakes, salted egg yolk pastries, along with various fruit gummies and spicy strips in different flavors.

La Shiran picked up a piece of chocolate.

Upon biting into it, the rich and creamy taste of cocoa butter filled her mouth, followed by a sudden burst of alcohol aroma once the chocolate cracked, blending with the chocolate to create a unique and novel flavor.

La Shiran ate two pieces of the liqueur-filled chocolate before she felt content and stopped, ready to try other snacks, when Cui Rumao returned home.

"Have you been drinking?"

As he entered the living room, Cui Rumao sniffed the air, came over to her, and, with a doting expression, propped his hands on the arms of the sofa, encircling her.

"I haven’t, I’ve just had this."

Staring at the chocolate she offered to his mouth, Cui Rumao didn’t open his mouth but just looked calmly into her eyes.

"Try it, it’s really good."

La Shiran pushed the conical-shaped chocolate closer to his mouth again.

Cui Rumao accepted the chocolate into his mouth.

Concerned for his safety, he almost never ate anything of unknown origin, which showed his fondness for La Shiran.

"How is it?"

Cui Rumao looked down and fed the bitten chocolate into her mouth, "It’s too sweet."

La Shiran turned to look at the items on the coffee table and picked up a pack of spicy strips.

"These aren’t sweet."

Cui Rumao glanced at it and said, "Where did all this mess come from?"

La Shiran huffed lightly, "This isn’t a mess. It’s a thank-you gift from someone. It’s from that Shen Mingzhu."

Cui Rumao sat next to her, resting a hand on the back of the sofa behind her, "You’ve only met her once. Why would you help her?"

La Shiran opened the pack of spicy strips, took a curious sniff, and replied to the man, "Maybe it was just a matter of having a good impression, I think she’s quite cute."

The butler approached, "Sir, Miss La, there’s also this. It was left by the guest with the surname Shen. It has been kept refrigerated in the fridge."

"What is it?"

"Cured meat and sausages."

La Shiran nodded, "Let’s make some for dinner and give them a try."

The butler asked her how she would like to eat it.

La Shiran picked up the letters that were casually placed on the coffee table. There were two letters, one was Shen Mingzhu’s thank you note, the other was instructions on how to eat cured meat and sausages.

La Shiran handed the letters to the butler, "Make one of each, according to the instructions."

The butler nodded and left.

La Shiran couldn’t hide her pride as she boasted to the man beside her, "The gift she sent might be common, but it was thoughtful."

Cui Rumao made no comment.

...

"Mingzhu, I’ve eaten what you sent me, it was delicious. You put your heart into it."

"Miss La, they are just some inexpensive little things. I’m grateful that you don’t disdain them."

"I really liked them, especially those spicy strips. Although they’re quite spicy, they’re really addictive. Send me some more when you have time."

"No problem, Miss La. Could you share your preferences in terms of taste?"

"I like sweet and spicy, don’t put Sichuan peppercorns in it."

"Alright."

After ending the call with La Shiran, Shen Mingzhu went to the production workshop, planning to personally make a batch of spicy strips to send to La Shiran.

After finishing the spicy strips and returning to the office, Shen Mingzhu was somewhat surprised to see the man seated behind the desk.

"You’re back so soon. Did you finalize the deal with the agent?"

Pei Yang smiled and handed her the contract to look at.

After reading the contract, Shen Mingzhu couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I’ve spoken to my brother-in-law. He’ll invest one hundred and fifty thousand and work with me. I’ll give him a thirty percent share."

"That’s acceptable."

Seeing she had no objections, Pei Yang then passed the notebook on the desk to her.

The notebook listed a dozen shop names, all of which were auspicious and easy on the tongue.

"You have a good eye and taste, you choose a name for the shop."

The man leaned forward slightly, his tall frame supported by his hands on the desk, his handsome face exuding an air of both coaxing and trust.

Shen Mingzhu seriously considered the options and pointed to "Hengxin."

"This one, ’Heng’ means persistence and ’Xin’ means honesty and reliability. Put together, it signifies trustworthiness."

Pei Yang clapped his hands, "Great, Hengxin it is!"

Now that the shop name was decided, what followed was finding a location, registering the company, and decorating it.

Besides that, as a dealer, Pei Yang also needed to go to Shanghai City for a half-month of training to learn about the functions and manuals of pagers.

While Pei Yang was busy with the new business, Shen Mingzhu also prepared to depart for Rongcheng.

The annual Food and Liquor Trade Fair was nearing.

In previous years, it had always been Pei Yang who attended the Trade Fair in Rongcheng, but now that Pei Yang had his own business to manage, the Trade Fair was left to her to handle.

...

"Little sister, it’s so good to finally see you!"

As soon as Shen Mingzhu stepped out of the arrival gate, she was enthusiastically embraced by Shen Chaobei.

Shen Mingzhu was somewhat uncomfortable but refrained from pushing him away.

Putting herself in his shoes, she thought that if she had left her hometown and family for two years, her excitement at that moment would probably not be less than Shen Chaobei’s.

"That’s enough, Mingzhu just got off the plane and is tired. Let’s go home and talk," Du Juan reminded.

It was only with Du Juan’s reminder that Shen Chaobei, reluctantly, let go of Shen Mingzhu.

The couple took Shen Mingzhu’s luggage, flanking her on both sides as they headed out of the airport.

Shen Chaobei drove a Xiali, a second-hand car he bought at the beginning of last year.

Although the car was a bit old, it was very clean both inside and out, and there was a string of fresh jasmine hanging from the rearview mirror. The sweet and pleasant scent of the flowers seemed to lessen the fatigue of the journey.

Shen Mingzhu asked the couple about their recent circumstances, particularly concerned about whether they had bought a house.

Given the current trend of economic development, after stepping into the nineties next year, the housing prices in various places are poised for an astonishing rise.