Chapter 79 Rumors Abound

Everyone nearby was stunned for a moment. This was the factory’s heiress, the young lady who held herself above everyone else, and most of the workers didn’t even dare approach her. Yet Chai Jin walked right over and spoke to her?

One of the senior managers hurriedly scolded, “Can’t you be a bit more polite? You just rush up and ask the young lady for help? Who talks like that? Which department are you from…”

“Are you done?” Chen Ni, already rather displeased, cut him off directly, giving him no face at all. “If you’re finished, why don’t you go back to your office?”

The manager’s face turned green, like a turtle—he was utterly humiliated. Many of those nearby watched with obvious satisfaction; clearly, they knew who he was. One of He Kai’s lackeys, the notorious second-generation scion.

Chai Jin glanced at him with a smile, completely disregarding him. That was the best retort.

Once the manager fell silent, Chen Ni turned to Chai Jin. “What do you want me to help you with?”

Chai Jin smiled. “Didn’t I tell you yesterday? I came to the factory to look for someone.”

“Help me find a man named Su Wenbin. I’m not sure which department he’s in.”

“He’s around twenty years old.”

He paused, raising the soda in his hand. “If you help me find him, I’ll buy you a soda.”

Chen Ni laughed, the sound bubbling from her lips. “All right, how about you buy me one right now?”

“Is soda really that tasty?”

Chai Jin looked at her curiously. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had soda?”

Chen Ni stuck out her tongue, a bit annoyed. “I sneaked some when I was little. My family didn’t allow it, so I forgot what it tastes like.”

“Oh, I see.”

“All right then.”

Chai Jin went to the shop and bought a bottle of soda, handing it to Chen Ni in front of everyone.

“It’s even better chilled. Give it a try.”

“I work in the plug-in group. Let me know when you find him.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Chai Jin didn’t intend to chat any longer. He pushed through the crowd and left.

Behind him, Liu Shan, still stunned, hurried after him. “Jin, are you really trying to woo the boss’s daughter?”

“I just asked her for help, and you think I’m trying to woo her? What kind of logic is that?”

“Stop spreading rumors. Go get to work.”

The two walked toward the workshop.

Chen Ni glanced at Chai Jin’s departing figure, then looked at the soda in her hand.

She opened the cap, slipped in the straw, and her delicate lips took a gentle sip.

“Hm?”

The icy fizz instantly exploded across her taste buds, and her expression grew lively and animated. Without caring about her image, she gulped down the whole bottle in one go.

Finished, she ran back to the shop. “Boss, give me another soda, same brand as this one.”

The shopkeeper hurried to hand her another bottle.

No longer interested in lingering, she walked straight toward the office, soda in hand.

But as she passed the managers, she said, “Either stop following me, or if you’re going to trail behind, keep your mouths shut.”

“Don’t speak unless it’s your place.”

And then she left.

Behind her, several managers broke out in cold sweat.

Clearly, they had underestimated the young lady. They thought she was easy to handle, just another twenty-something girl like He Kai, the other shareholder’s son. A few flattering words would leave her dizzy and lost, not knowing who she was.

Yet in work, Chen Ni was nothing like her gentle exterior.

They’d have to seriously reconsider how to get along with her.

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Asking Chen Ni for help to find someone and buying her a soda—such a normal thing. Yet Chai Jin had no idea that rumors started swirling around the factory that afternoon.

Everywhere, people whispered that Chai Jin was trying to pursue Chen Ni.

It sparked a nameless anger in him.

By late afternoon, when the team lead announced a new supervisor, he understood what was happening.

The new supervisor was Guo Minghao.

Clearly, Guo Minghao was behind the rumors.

Lao Huang and Liu Shan rushed out after work, probably purposely strolling past the various salons nearby.

Chai Jin lay alone on his dorm bed, troubled.

He was only here to find someone, wouldn’t even stay in the factory for many days—why did so much nonsense have to happen?

Just then, his large brick-like mobile phone in his bag started ringing insistently.

He fished it out and answered.

Feng Haodong’s voice came through, “Jin, Liu Qingwen said you went to work at a factory?”

His tone was odd, full of disbelief.

What the hell—coming to Shenzhen and actually working at a factory? That’s not how you 'experience hardship,' is it? Did you think I, Feng Haodong, wasn’t in Shenzhen?

Chai Jin knew this would be Feng Haodong’s reaction and spoke, “I’m here to find someone, and to check out a project.”

“Brother, are you familiar with the electronics business?”

With this explanation, Feng Haodong suppressed his doubts and chuckled wryly, “I wondered what was up with you—so you’re here for a project.”

“As for the electronics factories, I’ve been looking into them for several years now, planning to acquire a few and create a bigger brand to take overseas orders.”

“This is a prime opportunity.”

Feng Haodong was a veteran, having hustled in the southern business world for years; his nose for trends and fortune far surpassed most.

Shenzhen’s location was uniquely advantageous, facing the free trade port city—a natural edge that no other city in the country could match.

A few years from now, when the port city returns, Shenzhen will become a key development zone; overseas orders will pour in like snowflakes, flooding into the cheap labor market inland.

He was certain Shenzhen would become one of the world’s most important manufacturing bases.

He and Chai Jin came from the same village, and their partnership in the liquor business was important, so Feng Haodong spoke freely on the phone.

Everything he said about future trends, Chai Jin, with his reborn perspective, saw even more clearly than anyone.

It only strengthened his resolve to pursue electronics.

Afterwards, Feng Haodong asked, “Which factory are you at? Let’s see if I know the owner.”

Chai Jin replied, “Hongchang Electronics, do you know it?”

“Hongchang Electronics? Isn’t that owned by my two younger brothers? The boss is He Zhijun, right? I know him.”

“That guy is bold with his toasts—every time he says, ‘You drink as you wish, I’ll finish mine,’ and bottoms the glass without hesitation, no matter what’s in it.”

Feng Haodong’s words revealed a lot.

That kind of toast at the table meant the person being toasted held great respect in the other’s heart.

Back home, it was rumored that Feng Haodong was a major player in the South; it seemed the rumors were true.

He laughed, “Once I’m done here, we’ll meet up again.”

“Alright,” Feng Haodong replied. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call them?”

“No, I’m here to survey the market—no need to make a big fuss.”

“Fine. I’ll be heading up north in a few days. When you’ve sorted your business, give me a call, and we’ll arrange a time to meet.”

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