Chapter 89: Seeking Medical Attention When Sick

Zheng Qian took his speech draft and walked to the second-floor living room, where he found Jin Lu had already prepared breakfast and was doing yoga while wearing Bluetooth headphones.

"You're awake?"

"What time did you stay up until last night?"

"Three or four in the morning, I suppose."

Zheng Qian was amazed by Jin Lu's self-discipline. She had gone to bed at three or four in the morning, yet she was up so early, had already made breakfast for him, and was full of energy with no signs of fatigue.

Jin Lu was truly a supportive partner!

"I've packed your luggage for you, too. What time is your flight tomorrow? Do you want me to drop you off?" Jin Lu pointed to the suitcase beside the sofa.

Zheng Qian didn't speak but instead walked over to Jin Lu and gently took off her headphones.

"What are you doing..."

"Nothing much, I just wanted to hug you."

"I'm all sweaty, you'd better not."

"Then let's shower together!"

"Uh, this..."

...

After everything was ready, Zheng Qian and Chen Weiqiang set off together, flying to Shanghai.

This was Zheng Qian's first time flying first class, and he enjoyed the meticulous service from the flight attendants.

"President Zheng, how are your PPT and speech draft coming along?"

"Don't worry, it's all set." Zheng Qian was confident and gave Chen Weiqiang an "OK" gesture.

After the plane landed, the two of them headed straight to the Dizun Hotel.

This Maritime Trade Summit would be held in the top-floor hall of the Dizun Hotel, so staying here would be much more convenient.

The Maritime Trade Summit was a chamber of commerce event for domestic maritime trade organizations, jointly funded by various large and small enterprises. The first day would involve announcing the maritime situation of the past year and the trade trends for the coming year.

The Maritime Trade Summit would last for three days, and people from all walks of life would be attending.

The first day was just for listening to reports and having everyone meet briefly.

The second day was for speeches to attract investment and formal business negotiations.

The third day was for the awards ceremony, mainly honoring outstanding domestic maritime trade companies and captains and sailors who had made outstanding contributions to maritime trade.

After briefly explaining this to Zheng Qian, Chen Weiqiang said he had some business to attend to and needed to go out, telling Zheng Qian to make himself at home.

"President Chen, be careful. Don't repeat your past mistakes and get detained again!" Zheng Qian warned him with a meaningful tone.

"What are you talking about? That was just me being careless last time. This time, it's a high school classmate of mine, so it's absolutely fine. It's in the bag."

After Chen Weiqiang left the hotel, Zheng Qian used his phone to check in with a few people to let them know he had arrived safely.

The sky was overcast, and a light drizzle began to fall.

On an app, Zheng Qian saw a popular crab roe noodle shop that sold bowls for 288, which piqued his curiosity.

Just as he left the hotel and was about to hail a taxi, he was almost hit by a car.

Zheng Qian was startled by the sudden appearance of the Mercedes-Benz and stumbled a few steps, falling to the ground and soaking his clothes.

"Oh no, President Jiang, I think I hit someone!"

Secretary Du Bingbing, who was driving the Mercedes-Benz S68, quickly shifted into neutral and pressed the electronic parking brake.

"Go down and see what the situation is. If they're hurt, send them to the hospital. Don't waste my time."

In the back seat, President Jiang didn't even lift her eyelids; she kept her head down, replying to a client's message.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes clear like autumn water, and her thick, black hair hung over her shoulders. She wore standard office attire, but it couldn't hide her breathtaking cleavage and her curvaceous figure.

Secretary Du Bingbing pulled an umbrella out from the door gap and hurriedly went down to check on Zheng Qian.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't hit you just now, did I?"

Zheng Qian was helped up from the puddle by Secretary Du Bingbing.

"It's fine, I was almost hit."

He hadn't been hit, but the fall was still very painful.

However, seeing her attitude was decent, Zheng Qian didn't intend to hold her accountable; he would just go back and change his clothes.

"Did you hit him?" President Jiang had gotten out of the car at some point.

Secretary Du Bingbing hurried over to hold the umbrella for President Jiang.

"President Jiang, why did you get out? Please go back, I can handle it."

Slap!

President Jiang slapped two thick stacks of red bills directly onto the hood.

Her face was cold as frost, possessing a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Zheng Qian was puzzled. What the hell kind of attitude was that?

She almost hit him, yet she acted so arrogant. Was having money such a big deal?

President Jiang's demeanor was telling Zheng Qian every moment that having money really was a big deal.

But Zheng Qian was very rich now too.

"What is the meaning of this?" Zheng Qian asked.

"If you're sick, go see a doctor. If not, just take it as compensation for your clothes."

Having said that, President Jiang ignored Zheng Qian and returned directly to the back seat of the car.

She didn't want to waste a single minute on Zheng Qian.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. My boss is just like that, please don't take it to heart." Secretary Du Bingbing stepped forward to apologize to Zheng Qian again, then picked up the two stacks of cash and stuffed them into Zheng Qian's hand.

"Please take this money, consider it compensation."

Looking at the twenty thousand yuan in cash in his hand, Zheng Qian scoffed.

He wasn't short on money now.

That woman was being too disrespectful, wasn't she? Did she think money could solve everything?

Zheng Qian couldn't be bothered to argue. He was still hungry, so he left the two stacks of cash behind and walked away from the scene of the accident.

Secretary Du Bingbing tried to chase after him with the money, but Zheng Qian didn't even turn his head, so she had to return to the car to report to President Jiang.

"President Jiang, he didn't take the money and just left."

"Suit yourself."

President Jiang didn't take Zheng Qian to heart. Besides replying to client messages, she was also preparing her speech for the Maritime Trade Summit in two days.

Zheng Qian returned to the hotel, changed his clothes, and took a taxi to the noodle shop.

The deliciousness of the crab roe noodles made Zheng Qian put the unpleasant incident that had just occurred behind him.

"Hey? Zheng Qian?"

As Zheng Qian was enjoying his meal, a man wearing a crisp suit walked up to him.

"Xiao Xinhao?"

Xiao Xinhao was Zheng Qian's college classmate; running into him here was truly fate.

The two hit it off immediately and sat down to chat.

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard there was a noodle shop here in Shanghai that sells bowls for 288. I'd never tried it, so I came over to have a bowl." There were two empty bowls on Zheng Qian's table; it was indeed delicious.

"Alright, running into each other here is truly fate. This meal is on me."

Xiao Xinhao was very generous: "Boss, another two bowls of noodles!"

After graduating from college, Xiao Xinhao went to develop his career in the Jiangnan region. His purpose for coming to Shanghai this time was the same as Zheng Qian's: to attend tomorrow's Maritime Trade Summit.

Xiao Xinhao told Zheng Qian that he was now a business manager at Asia Shipping.

"That's impressive! Back in college, I could tell you were the most promising person in our class. Your annual salary must be at least a million now, right?" Upon hearing "business manager," Zheng Qian immediately thought of the salary level of Manager Li Tao.

In a large company like Asia Shipping, a position like the one Xiao Xinhao held would pay at least a million annually.

"Just about. Including the year-end bonus, I make about 1.2 million a year," Xiao Xinhao said very modestly.

But there was no lack of pride in his words.

As far as Xiao Xinhao knew, his salary level was the highest among their former classmates. The second highest, Song Bin, only made 300,000 to 400,000, so he was leagues ahead of Song Bin.