Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 20: Questioning Capitalists, Understanding Capitalists, Becoming a Capitalist

But Wang Guanxi's expression didn't change much.

He didn't even look at the three scoundrels; his gaze remained fixed on Wen Wubin.

Wen Wubin was also looking at him.

The two stared at each other for about three seconds.

Wen Wubin's mind was racing.

He didn't know this person, but if he could afford a car worth over a million, he must be someone important.

Although Jiangcheng is not a big city, who knows who this person is?

If he offends someone he shouldn't, his dad could break his legs.

Besides, even if she beat this guy up, Su Qingyu wouldn't be with him because of it.

That would only make him seem even less classy.

Wen Wubin gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and threw the bouquet of roses on the ground.

"Walk."

He said to the three brothers.

"Brother Bin?"

"I said let's go!"

Wen Wubin turned around, opened the door of the BMW 3 Series, and got in.

The three brothers looked at each other, and the blond-haired guy glared at Wang Guanxi unwillingly, but still got into the car.

The BMW 3 Series started, and with a stomp on the gas, the tires screeched as it shot forward.

The car drove away.

The entrance was quiet.

Su Qingyu was still holding Wang Guanxi's arm, not yet recovered from the tension.

Wang Guanxi glanced down at her, then at her hand clutching the hem of his shirt, and said with a smile:

"Everyone's gone, can we relax now?"

Su Qingyu then realized what was happening, exclaimed "Ah!", quickly released her grip, and took a step back.

Her ears were so red they looked like they were on fire.

"Um... I'm sorry," she said, her head bowed, her voice barely audible, "I dragged you into this. I just... I just wanted him to give up, so I didn't tell you beforehand. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Wang Guanxi said, putting his hands in his pockets. "Anyway, I didn't lose anything."

Su Qingyu looked up at him, then quickly looked down again.

Don't take what those people said to heart. They just had a sharp tongue.

"I didn't take it to heart," Wang Guanxi said truthfully.

Would someone who makes 100 million a day care about the threats made by a few thugs?

will not.

Su Qingyu hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Aren't you...aren't you afraid they'll really attack?"

Edison Wang smiled and said, "I'm scared."

"If you're afraid, why did you help me?"

"A beautiful woman took my hand and said I was her boyfriend, so how could I refuse?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyu's already rosy face turned even redder.

Seeing this, Wang Guanxi felt that flirting with college students was more fun than the technician from last night, whose lewd jokes were even more vulgar than his own.

"By the way," Wang Guanxi steered the conversation back, "where's my business license?"

"Oh! Right!"

Su Qingyu slapped her forehead, turned around and ran into the office, took out a file bag and handed it to him, "It's all done, take a look."

Wang Guanxi opened it and took a look.

"Jiangcheng Guanxi Trading Co., Ltd.", legal representative: Wang Guanxi.

There was also a rental agreement. Wang Guanxi also asked Su Qingyu to rent an office for her, so that he wouldn't have to go there himself. It was just a matter of paying a little more money.

He nodded in satisfaction and put the file bag away.

Thanks.

. . . . . .

At 11:30 a.m., at the SF Express Station in Jiangcheng Development Zone.

By this time, there were hardly any people left in the station. Most of the deliverymen were carrying the sorted packages and setting off to deliver them.

Wang Defa, meanwhile, sat at the table, poring over the post station's accounts and various matters.

After all, it was his first day as station manager, and he was still unfamiliar with many things. He had to figure things out slowly and couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the doorway.

"husband!"

Wang Defa looked up and saw Zhang Yanfen carrying an insulated bag, walking in with a smile.

She wore a new floral dress today, with her hair down and light makeup, making her look several years younger than usual.

"Why are you here?" Wang Defa asked, somewhat surprised.

"I brought you food," Zhang Yanfen said, placing the insulated bag on her desk and opening it as she spoke. "It's your first day as station manager, you must be too busy to eat. I specially made your favorite braised pork and scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

Wang Defa glanced at the lunch boxes in the insulated bag, then at the barely concealed smile on Zhang Yanfen's face, and knew exactly what was going on.

Delivering meals was just a pretense; the real purpose was to indulge in the fantasy of being the "stationmaster's wife."

But he didn't expose it.

"Leave it there, I'll eat it later."

"It'll get cold soon, eat it now."

Zhang Yanfen laid out the lunchboxes one by one, handed him chopsticks, and said in a tone that left no room for refusal.

Wang Defa had no choice but to put down the report, pick up his lunchbox, and shovel down a couple of bites.

Zhang Yanfen walked around the office, looking here and there, touching the desk, rummaging through the filing cabinet, and then standing by the window to look outside.

From the window, Zhang Yanfen could see the sorting area. Watching the busy deliverymen coming and going, she felt a surge of satisfaction, as if she were watching stacks of banknotes slipping into her pockets.

It feels so good to see others busy making money for you.

Now I've finally experienced questioning capitalists, understanding capitalists, and now I've become a capitalist myself.

However, Zhang Yanfen was quite sensible. Knowing that she didn't understand the affairs of the post station, she was overwhelmed by the piles of reports on the table and didn't dare to bother Wang Defa. She just stayed quietly to the side.

Bored, Zhang Yanfen took out her phone and wandered around the station, taking pictures in various corners. She then pulled over a passing deliveryman and said with a smile, "Excuse me, could you please take a picture of me standing right at the main entrance of the station?"

The deliveryman knew this was Wang Defa's wife, and although he was reluctant, he still enthusiastically took several pictures of her.

Zhang Yanfen picked out a few of her favorite photos, opened her WeChat Moments, and wrote the caption: "My husband was so busy on his first day as a station manager that I had to cook dinner at home and bring it over myself. My husband is awesome!!!"

It was followed by three emojis: a heart, a rose, and a sun.

After sending the message, Zhang Yanfen held her phone, refreshing it every now and then, waiting for everyone to like and comment. Her vanity was almost overflowing.

Sure enough, within minutes, my WeChat Moments feed was buzzing with likes and comments, all filled with congratulations and expressions of envy.

"Wow, Yanfen, your husband became a station manager? Congratulations!"

"Hello, stationmaster's wife!"

"Sister Yanfen is so virtuous, she even personally delivered the meal."

. . . . . .

Zhang Yanfen held her phone, reading through the messages one by one, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

When Wang Defa was a courier, she never posted anything about him on her WeChat Moments.

It's different now.

Station Master, that sounds so prestigious.

On the other side, Lin Yanya was sitting in her clothing store, bored out of her mind. She was scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) and then opened her WeChat Moments, where she immediately saw Zhang Yanfen's post.