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Li Qian, like her two colleagues, also worked at a design office.

The trio was chatting about the major event that happened on the Golden Mountain side, after the Tengying Group relocated its headquarters there.

Just the capital invested in the headquarters' construction exceeded sixty billion, a testament to Tengying's extraordinary financial might.

With not too many people around at noon, Chen Pingsheng didn't have to rush to cook meals.

He still enjoyed smoking a Laobaisha when he had nothing to do, exhaling a bit of faint smoke, just like most people living around there.

Busily making a living for a few scattered coins every day.

"Dad, Qian wants to treat you to a drink!"

"Why would she treat me to a drink? Is there any need?"

"Isn't it because you helped her drive away that rascal a couple of days ago?"

Li Qian, dressed like a fashionable urban white-collar worker, in theory, would need quite a bit of confidence to be pursued.

Yet, there are those young hotheads who like to seek a sense of presence by harassing them.

Persistently entangling themselves, thinking they're good-looking.

Those types can easily chase after some blonde tattooed young girl, but to pursue a high-class urban office lady, only if the lady is blind.

Chen Pingsheng didn't like these young hotheads lingering around his place, and that's why he had driven them off.

He wasn't particularly familiar with Li Qian, just a regular customer of the shop.

Chen An'an liked to chat with her, and the little fart kid also enjoyed sitting nearby and listening openly.

"Master Chen, I really want to thank you for last time!"

"No need to be so polite, it was just a small favor, easily done."

"Qian, my Dad isn't just any chef; he's really skilled. If you have any trouble, you can always come to my Dad!"

"You love to exaggerate."

Chen Pingsheng gave her a slap, still so restless even as the chief waitress.

Chen An'an was not afraid of him, "Am I exaggerating, Dad? Don't tell me you've cooked for a few days and now think of yourself as a chef?" Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

The father-daughter dialogue was somewhat nonsensical.

This place was indeed strange: a table could only order a maximum of three dishes.

More than that, and they wouldn't take the order.

Listen to this, does it sound like they're eager to run the restaurant well?

It's as if they are scared of earning too much.

Li Qian didn't understand their conversation and was completely befuddled.

It seemed that this father wasn't just a simple chef, and the daughter was just out for some experience.

The little fart kid smiled cheerfully at everyone nearby.

"Alright, alright, customers are going to come soon; you better wipe that table over there clean!"

"Isn't that Aunt Peiyao's job?"

"Don't pretend I didn't see it; she mopped the floor for you today, so you should be the one to clean the table."

Chen An'an huffed twice. Her old man really was something else, with so many people around needing help, he hadn't assisted a single one.

Talking about the Troubles-Free Dreams of the Fateful.

What a joke.

"Qian, hold on a moment, I'll give you some tea leaves that my Dad often drinks."

Chen An'an took out about half a catty of Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain that belonged to her Dad. It looked quite ordinary.

You can't get it even if you have the money.

Li Qian of that caliber couldn't possibly recognize it—if she knew she casually drank tea worth tens to hundreds of thousands.

Just imagine if she would regret it till she turned blue.

The spoiled brat was once again doing a kindness that led to a mess.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't be bothered to manage her; some things only made sense to people on their level, to those unfamiliar below.

Tea worth millions per catty, to them, showed no difference from the sorts that cost a few dozen yuan per catty.

Moreover, it was bagged in a red plastic bag.

Such a waste of a precious resource, doesn't she know this type of tea had an extremely limited yearly yield?

Even he couldn't just buy as much as he wanted, despite his wealth.

Most of it was even used for tributes.

So casual.

Every time Li Qian came here to eat, she would receive some inexplicable gifts.

Previously it was a bottle of red wine, this time a little bag of tea leaves in a plastic bag.

No matter how cheap, she still had to thank them for the thoughtful gesture.

After she finished eating, she repeatedly thanked them three times before leaving.

Chen Pingsheng stood at the door, looking emotionlessly at the spoiled brat, "Chen An'an, what do you think she would feel like if she accidentally let this tea spoil, or one day she opened the red wine you gave her, drank a little, and discovered it's worth a million? What would her reaction be?"

"What else could it be, except excitement?"

"Naive," Chen Pingsheng said. "She'd only feel the pain of losing a million and be so heartbroken she couldn't breathe."

"Eh... Really?"

Chen An'an looked puzzled, "Shouldn't she be happy?"

"Innocent. You give her gifts worth a few hundred to a thousand yuan, she'll surely be happy. But if she drank something worth millions without knowing, she'd probably cry for three days and three nights."

Chen An'an turned to look at Aunt Peiyao. Could it really be like that?

Jiang Peiyao nodded affirmatively. In her past, she would have definitely cried for a month.

That's akin to eating away at a small villa back home.

Some gifts are best not given, especially not the more valuable they are.

A bottle of Romantic Conti and an Apple phone placed in the same spot, obviously, the Apple phone would be more exciting.

At least that's the case in this place.

Chen An'an huffed twice; she didn't believe it.

Good intentions turning bad indeed.

Li Qian's place here was quite respectable, a fifty-something square meter flat with one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

The decoration was quite delicate, with clothes drying on the not-so-large balcony.

Such a house, if located in the center of Magic City, couldn't be had for less than four or five thousand a month.

Here, it was only fifteen hundred.

To save that few thousand in rent, she preferred to travel several extra hours each day.

One of her colleagues was her senior from university, the one who had introduced her to the design office.

The other was her junior sister, fresh out of graduation.

The junior sister admired her living arrangement to the point of longing to move in and live with her.

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