Just as she thought this, Ah Zhong saw her emerge from the building, and then drive off with his girlfriend.
Seeing Ah Zhong, Jiang Nanfang instantly understood everything.
"This... is the car President Zhan assigned me?"
Ah Zhong felt a bit embarrassed that the former Mrs. Zhan had been reduced to using his girlfriend's hand-me-down car as her vehicle.
"That's right. It's President Zhan's idea. He said, as you mentioned, as long as it works, it's fine."
It indeed worked, which was precisely why Jiang Nanfang found it too flashy.
A professional nearing thirty, a mother of two, driving something so kawaii felt a bit like trying too hard to look young.
"Is he crazy? Where did you find such a bizarre toy? I'm not a three-year-old child to be amused by this."
"..." Ah Zhong glanced at his girlfriend.
"It's not so bad. Many girls like these small, cute things. They make you feel good."
"You have no taste at all. Ruining a perfectly good car like this, as if you're afraid people won't know the owner is a naive and sweet simpleton."
"..."
"Could this have belonged to Zhan Beijue's ex-girlfriend?"
After Jiang Nanfang's barrage of criticism, Zhan's girlfriend naturally felt unhappy.
On the way, she had already heard from Ah Zhong that the car was for a female technician.
What was so great about being a female technician that she had to question her taste?
"Do you think your taste is so great?"
Seeing that Jiang Nanfang was dressed casually for work, as if going to play golf, the girlfriend pouted.
"I had someone specially modify and design this car. The entire roof can be opened. On sunny days, it's a cool convertible sports car. It's very stylish."
"Many people envied it and wanted to modify theirs like mine, yet you describe it like this. Do you even understand?"
The girl was dressed exquisitely, in designer brands from head to toe, but her demeanor didn't suggest she was from a pampered background.
It was clearly a case of someone who had cultivated a superficial refinement and pseudo-bourgeois lifestyle influenced by her surroundings.
Jiang Nanfang sized her up. Seeing the girl's attitude and Ah Zhong's expression, she suddenly understood what was going on.
"Oh, I see. I apologize, I'm indeed a country bumpkin and don't understand. My apologies. May I ask who you are?"
The girl replied haughtily, "I'm his girlfriend. The car is mine. Although it no longer belongs to me, it's been with me for over two years, and I've taken good care of it. I hope you'll cherish it in the future."
Ah Zhong was quite good-looking, and having worked for Zhan Beijue for so many years indicated his competence.
Knowing his humble background, and that he had to make his own way in Nancheng, finding a girlfriend wouldn't have been easy.
But couldn't he find someone better? This girl clearly came across as materialistic and difficult to please.
Ah Zhong's taste was questionable.
However, Jiang Nanfang felt she had no right to comment on others, so she could only humor Ah Zhong, "Alright, I've noted that. Don't worry, beautiful."
She then asked Ah Zhong if Zhan Beijue had made arrangements for the Jiang family's affairs.
Seeing her driving a worn-out car that even his girlfriend had discarded, and her family having encountered such troubles, it seemed President Zhan had no intention of helping to resolve them.
Ah Zhong suddenly felt pity for her and couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth.
"There's a project at the group that's having some issues. The contractor is in a dispute with the third-party buyer, and the team is busy dealing with matters there. The Jiang family's situation might be delayed for some time."
Jiang Nanfang expressed understanding.
The Zhan Corporation was such a large group, with countless matters to handle daily. The legal department only had a few people. She couldn't expect them to help her immediately.
Besides, she was capable of resolving it herself.
There was no need to owe anyone.
"Since your lawyers are busy, then don't bother. I'll handle it myself."
Ah Zhong left with his girlfriend. She drove to Jiang Zhenjun's building materials company alone.
Jiang Nanfang rarely visited Jiang Zhenjun's company, and hadn't been there at all since college.
After more than a decade, she was surprised to see no progress.
It was still the same familiar dilapidated gate, the same shed roof made of corrugated steel, and the same mottled sheet metal exterior walls.
It was evident that he had been stagnating or even regressing all these years.
She wondered where the tens of millions had been squandered.
Jiang Nanfang drove the car to the entrance and parked. A security guard in his late forties or early fifties, with a shrewd appearance, walked out of his booth.
"Who are you looking for?"
It was quiet inside, with no sign of construction.
Jiang Nanfang asked, "Is the company not open today?"
The security guard was impatient, "I asked who you're looking for? You're welcome to buy something, but we don't welcome inquiries about other matters. What do you want?"
Jiang Nanfang was certain that no work was being done inside. "I'm here to buy something. Can I discuss the price with your boss in person?"
The security guard sized her up. She looked young, with fair skin and tender flesh; she didn't look like a boss at all.
He then shooed her away, "Don't waste my time in broad daylight, young lady. Go play somewhere else. We're not selling anything to you, and our boss isn't here."
Jiang Nanfang took out her wallet and stuffed a wad of cash into his hand. The man's expression changed immediately.
"It's bankrupt. To be honest with you, this factory went bankrupt long ago. It's long gone."
"If you're sincere about buying, find a bigger factory. An employee here caused an accident due to improper operation. The boss is having trouble with someone, it's a mess, don't get involved."
"..."
Bankrupt?
That was wonderful.
Karma is a cycle, and heaven's justice prevails.
Jiang Zhenjun had committed many evils in his youth, and now he was finally facing retribution!