<h4>Chapter 325: Chapter 325: The Distracted Deputy Director_1</h4>


    Yang Qian’er looked at Bai Xiaosheng with a beaming smile, her beautiful eyes like two crescent moons, bright and captivating. Her lips slightly curled up in a mix of feigned anger and affectionate chiding.


    She had just spent a good half an hour listening to Lin Weiwei speak with an adoring tone about Bai Xiaosheng’s achievements.


    Defeating Chen Changqing, firing Lu Fanyu, refusing to see Shang Wanwan, and even making Song Changkong personally plead with him.


    All this, one incident after another, had repeatedly shocked Yang Qian’er.


    But she quickly epted it.


    Ever since she met Bai Xiaosheng, this guy had always been able to shock people, always able to do things others wouldn’t dare to think of, let alone aplish.


    At this moment, Yang Qian’er was pressing Bai Xiaosheng to the point where he had a helpless look on his face, and she couldn’t help feeling a bit smug.


    Towards Yang Qian’er, Bai Xiaosheng indeed felt a little guilty.


    After all, in order not to be bothered by Yang Qian’er, he had assigned extra tasks to the remote work team. Even though heter added an extra subsidy, Yang Qian’er had to do interviews and rush toplete articles. Her workload was much greater than others, and she was the hardest-working.


    Thinking this, Bai Xiaosheng actually felt a bit remorseful.


    Moreover, Yang Qian’er had his mother’s phone number. If she really called, Bai Xiaosheng would have more troubles.


    "Alright, hero, I give up," said Bai Xiaosheng with a wry smile. "State your demands, as long as they’re not too excessive, I can consider them."


    Bai Xiaosheng admitted defeat.


    "Great! Let’s go now, for a shopping spree!" Yang Qian’er eximed excitedly.


    "Now? Shopping? But it’s working hours, Comrade Yang Qian’er. Besides, haven’t you had a long journey? Aren’t you tired?" Bai Xiaosheng said, speechless.


    "I’m not tired!" Yang Qian’er huffed. "As a vice-president, if you can’t even slip away during working hours for a break, what’s the point of working!"


    That argument... sounded so reasonable...


    Bai Xiaosheng, for a moment, actually found himself at a loss for words.


    ...


    It wasn’t even four in the afternoon, still working hours, when Vice-President Bai Xiaosheng brazenly left his post.


    The only person apanying him was Yang Qian’er.


    The two of them took the opportunity to sneak away and hit the streets.


    ...


    Yang Qian’er attended university in Zhongjing and stayed in the city after graduation. Over the years, she hade to know the ce inside out.


    Under her guidance, Bai Xiaosheng tasted various snacks, visited the ancient and aromatic old buildings in the city center, and even went to big shopping malls for a shopping spree, buying all kinds of cosmetics and clothes. Two hours flew by, making it seem like time was tight.


    In the end, Yang Qian’er dragged Bai Xiaosheng to a ce she touted as a "great spot"—the Zhongjing Dijing.


    It was a renowned urbanplex project with several buildings offering food, drinks, entertainment, and leisure, referred to as a "city within the city."


    "Especially the Dijing Xiaotiancheng inside the Zhongjing Dijing, we must visit it!"


    Yang Qian’er was all smiles and enthusiasm as she exined to Bai Xiaosheng, "It is the shortest among the buildings of Zhongjing Dijing, only five stories high, and it specializes exclusively in dining, with no other businesses. However, the dining options there are extraordinary; the merchants that set up there must have been in business for at least ten years! Countless snack shops on the first to third floors, many of which you have never even heard of. The fourth and fifth floors are upied by century-old establishments, each one good enough to feature on top gourmet shows!"


    Yang Qian’er spoke with great excitement.


    "Really? Are there that many time-honored brands?" Bai Xiaosheng, carrying the results of their shopping, wore a skeptical expression.


    "Yes, of course! The government supports such ces to preserve the culinary cultural heritage and provides policy subsidies," Yang Qian’er exined.


    So that was the reason. It was indeed worth checking out!


    When it came to gourmet food, Bai Xiaosheng also became interested.


    Appetitees with eating, and men love good food; he was no exception.


    And aplete foodie at that.


    The two hailed a taxi and had a smooth ride.


    Zhongjing Dijing, the area where they were headed, was a newly nned CBD zone, focusing more on ecology with explosive regional development.


    Arriving at Dijing Xiaotiancheng, they saw a grand imitation-ancient building with five floors, and the ground floor was already packed to the brim.


    "The first and second floors are crowded because of the specialty snacks which are tasty and not too pricey. The third floor is a bit more expensive but still affordable formon folk. The fourth floor starts to get pricey, and as for the fifth floor, it’s exclusively high-ss, with steep prices but definitely worth it for the rich food enthusiasts!"


    Yang Qian’er pulled Bai Xiaosheng along, "Come on, we’re heading to the fifth floor!"


    I’m really getting gouged for a meal here!


    Bai Xiaosheng smiled bitterly, not because of the money.


    He wasn’t short of cash. After investing in his department, he won two million, and with the ten million in his ount, he now had twelve million in total. What couldn’t he afford to eat?


    "Then off to the fifth floor we go," Bai Xiaosheng nodded generously.


    The two squeezed through the noisy crowd, aiming straight for the elevator, only to finally reach it as it went up.


    "How unlucky, just a step toote!" Yang Qian’er was annoyed.


    "What’s the rush? Good food is worth waiting for, let’s just wait for the next one," Bai Xiaosheng said nonchntly, with a smile.


    ...


    The elevator that Bai Xiaosheng and Yang Qian’er failed to catch went all the way up to the fifth floor.


    With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.


    After four or five people got off, the person who came out next would certainly surprise Bai Xiaosheng.


    Because he was no stranger to him.


    Yu Qing and Murong Yan were leading the way, with Chen Changqing following behind.


    "Young Master, this way," Yu Qing pointed to one side of the hallway.


    Both sides of the hallway were decorated in antique charm, each restaurant grand and imposing, creating a spectacr view that felt like a journey back to ancient times.


    Every restaurant here bore a century-old brand name.


    At the entrance of each establishment stood servers dressed in traditional long gowns with white towels over their shoulders, all smiling and respectfully greeting every passing guest with warm enthusiasm.


    The foot traffic here might seem sparse, but all the businesses were profitable without loss.


    Each restaurant in this ce charged a hefty price for their food and services, with the emphasis on high-end sophistication.


    And it just so happened that the owners and entrepreneurs of various Zhongjing businesses valued this kind of setting, feeling that it provided an elegant and respectable venue for hosting guests. Hence, among the people who frequented these ces, even the most unassuming of them might be worth hundreds of millions or even billions.


    "Murong, stay here and wait for my uncle and the others," Chen Changqing instructed.


    "Yes," Murong Yan nodded.


    Today, she was dressed in a in-colored cheongsam that had been modernized in design, adding a touch of vintage charm and grace to her appearance. As a greeter, she was indeed a pleasant sight.


    Normally, she wore sses, but the prescription was very low. Without her contact lenses, it didn’t make much of a difference. Her bright eyes, too, were quite beautiful.


    Chen Changqing followed Yu Qing through the corridor towards the restaurant they had booked.


    This time, he nned to host his Uncle Chen Jiuzheng as a gesture of gratitude and perhaps to offer an apology.


    However, Uncle mentioned that a friend wanted to meet him? Chen Changqing had been puzzled by this.


    Even though he was a rising talent among the younger generation, he was still far from being recognized by the older one.


    Uncle’s friend, whose status would presumably be simr to Uncle’s, why would they want to meet him?


    "Stop thinking about it. When the timees, everything will be clear," he told himself.


    Chen Changqing shook his head to clear away the thoughts and followed Yu Qing into one of the century-old establishments.