129: Knitted by mom

Inside a massive private room at the Southeast Northwest Wind Hotel.

A young man in a flashy suit sat in the very center.

On either side of him sat two attractive female classmates.

“Zong Jiashi, I heard you made over two million this year. How did you do it?” a girl asked curiously.

Hearing that Zong Jiashi had made over two million, everyone around them looked over.

Zong Jiashi smiled triumphantly, then modestly said, “It wasn’t that much. After taxes, there was only a little over one million left!”

“And the reason I was able to make this money isn’t because of my own ability; it’s mainly because I have a father who’s a district chief.”

Hearing that Zong Jiashi’s father was a district chief, the classmates on both sides became even more enthusiastic, sitting closer to him, practically wanting to stick their faces to him.

Just then, Chen Ziqi walked in from outside.

Everyone warmly greeted her.

They were all classmates, and in high school, Chen Ziqi was the center of attention, the secret crush of many male students.

Zong Jiashi immediately stood up and walked forward with a smile: “Ziqi, why are you only just arriving now?”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Chen Ziqi smiled, greeting everyone.

Her gaze swept over one classmate after another, and not seeing the person she expected, her expression showed a hint of disappointment.

“What are you looking for?” Zong Jiashi asked curiously.

Chen Ziqi asked, “Has Qian Ziyong arrived?”

“Qian Ziyong?” Zong Jiashi thought for a moment, then remembered that in their first and second years of high school, Chen Ziqi and Qian Ziyong sat in front and back desks.

Especially in the first year, when they didn’t understand anything, Qian Ziyong and Chen Ziqi had a very good relationship.

But it had been so many years, and Chen Ziqi was still thinking about Qian Ziyong?

Moreover, in high school, Chen Ziqi didn’t seem interested in Qian Ziyong, did she?

Zong Jiashi shook his head and said, “Qian Ziyong hasn’t arrived yet. I haven’t seen him.”

Just as he was speaking, Qian Ziyong walked in.

He was wearing a worn-out cotton padded jacket and holding an old umbrella.

It wasn’t that he wanted to wear such an old cotton padded jacket; it was just that he hadn’t expected the weather to turn cold today and for it to start snowing.

The cold wind had just made him shiver.

Most importantly, the cotton padded jacket he brought back from Han City had developed a slight odor from being left at home.

Hmm… the one he was wearing wasn’t very worn out; he had worn it five years ago, and it fit him well now.

The most important thing was that it was warm!

Qian Ziyong walked in, saw that most of his classmates had arrived, and apologized with a smile: “Sorry, I didn’t expect you all to come so early.”

“Ziyong!” Chen Ziqi smiled and greeted Qian Ziyong.

“Ziqi!” Qian Ziyong responded with a smile.

He didn’t want to be so intimate, but they had called each other that way in their first and second years of high school. If he changed to just calling her by her name now, it would seem a bit distant and artificial.

Chen Ziqi pointed to the two-person seat next to them and said, “There are exactly two seats here. Come sit here.”

Qian Ziyong nodded and sat down immediately.

He smiled and greeted everyone, but they were all engrossed in their own conversations.

Most of them were discussing work, thinking about how to make money.

Hearing someone’s salary was seven thousand or eight thousand a month, Qian Ziyong felt a bit bored.

If they were discussing how to lose money, Qian Ziyong would definitely be full of energy.

But discussing how to make money, Qian Ziyong had no experience in that area.

“Ziyong, I heard you’re in Han City. What kind of work do you do?” Chen Ziqi asked.

Qian Ziyong shook his head: “Unemployed, I just lost my job.”

“Alas… I’m not even welcome back home, and things aren’t going well, but I believe the future will be great!”

With the supermarket and Hot Pot Restaurant closed, wasn’t he jobless in Han City?

Qian Ziyong was full of confidence in the future. The supermarket and Hot Pot Restaurant were about to go bankrupt, and then he would transfer all his money directly to the Milk Tea Shop.

Once Liu Gaoda helped him lose all the money, he would be able to fleece over a hundred million.

With over a hundred million, he would buy a villa in Wu City!

His future life would definitely be colorful!

Hearing Qian Ziyong say he was unemployed, Chen Ziqi was stunned for a moment.

Then, with a brilliant smile, she comforted him: “It’s okay, things will get better.”

Qian Ziyong smiled.

Chen Ziqi was dressed very beautifully today, wearing a white coat and a white scarf.

However, the hotel’s heating was quite strong. Wasn’t she hot?

Qian Ziyong took off his outer coat, revealing a plain sweater underneath.

It was knitted by his mother and was a bit ugly.

But Qian Ziyong wasn’t afraid of being ugly.

Qian Ziyong was a person who didn’t care at all about what others thought.

As long as he wasn’t affecting others, he would do as he pleased.

At home, he wore whatever he had.

Anyway, he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend right now, so why dress so meticulously?

In Qian Ziyong’s value system, making money was for his own comfort, and finding a girlfriend was also to make himself happy.

If making money made him unhappy, or if finding a girlfriend made him annoyed and uncomfortable, then he would simply do whatever made him happy.

However, he didn’t care about others’ opinions, but he would care about others’ feelings.

If he affected others, he would be a little more mindful.

For example, if he drove a sports car to the class reunion, and his classmates saw it, it would inevitably make some people feel uncomfortable.

Qian Ziyong knew that some people couldn’t stand to see others doing well and would feel jealous.

This was human nature.

“Is my shirt very ugly?” Qian Ziyong asked Chen Ziqi.

It wasn’t anything else; he was just afraid his clothes were too ugly and would bother her eyes.

If that were the case, he would go sit in a corner.

Anyway, he was at the hotel to play games, and… to eat, incidentally.

“It looks great!” Chen Ziqi smiled brightly, “The little bear pattern on it, hmm… it’s unique. This shirt probably wasn’t bought, was it?”

“Does it look good?” Qian Ziyong rubbed his head.

He really didn’t think this shirt looked good.

After all, compared to the sweaters on the market, the biggest feature of this sweater was its warmth.

Zong Jiashi, across from him, frowned. He had been paying attention to Chen Ziqi.

He couldn’t understand how such an ugly shirt could be called good-looking.

And that little bear.

Was that a little bear?

Wasn’t that a white dog?

What was wrong with Chen Ziqi? She seemed to be deliberately getting close to Qian Ziyong?

Zong Jiashi scrutinized Qian Ziyong from head to toe.

Hmm…

Assessment complete: just an ordinary person.

The kind that gets lost in a crowd.

One could say he had no distinguishing features.

“Qian Ziyong?”

“Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Oh right, Feihuang Supermarket! The Feihuang Supermarket that’s been open for over half a year in our Han City, I heard it was opened by a boss named Qian Ziyong!”

A girl suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone started discussing.

“Feihuang Supermarket, ah, I’ve been to that supermarket. It’s unique, especially the staff. They’re genuinely enthusiastic, and the quality of service is so high, even the major first-tier cities can’t compare!”

“Speaking of service, I think Heli 撈 Hotpot Restaurant is the pinnacle of service. Aside from having to queue and being expensive, it has no flaws!”

“I heard Feihuang Supermarket and Heli 撈 Hotpot Restaurant make over three million a day. I wonder if it’s true?”

“It should be true. After all, Yongnian Supermarket, which used to be the most profitable supermarket in Han City, was directly driven out of business by Feihuang Supermarket!”

“…”

Everyone chattered, looking curiously at Qian Ziyong.