Today, General Manager Li talked to me a lot, including about Pei Shiyu's father, Pei Xianglong.

He said that he is a very capable and prestigious person, whose ancestors were prominent for several generations. His son is already dead, and the painful blow has led him to temporarily put down his affairs, and recently Pei Shiyu has been managing things on her own.

General Manager Li was able to take on this project because of Pei Shiyu's affection for him. If her father were in charge, there would be no chance at all. After all, the networks and paths of the older generation and the new generation are completely different, of course, based on not shaking the foundation.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when I came out of his office. I didn't go to the parking lot immediately, but stood at the gate of the company for a while. The mobile stalls were still there. Because of the cold weather, there were very few people walking on the road, let alone any business. The old woman's entire head was shrunk into her cotton coat.

I just watched quietly for a while before slowly walking to the stall. As if she was dozing off, I deliberately coughed lightly. The old woman quickly raised her head like a frightened bird. I could understand that these stalls were not compliant and needed to be vigilant at all times.

After seeing that it was me, I clearly saw her breathe a sigh of relief and asked with a very simple smile, "Are you buying cigarettes?"

I didn't answer directly. I suddenly felt very sad. It was such a cold day, and there was not much business, but she insisted on guarding this small broken stall. She was not too old, but her face was full of vicissitudes.

The old woman directly took out a pack of the best cigarettes from inside and handed them to me. Only then did I ask her, "Do you have a whole carton?"

The old woman showed a surprised expression, took out a newly opened carton of cigarettes from the bag and said, "I sold two packs in the morning, and there are only eight packs left. Do you want them?"

"Give them all to me."

"I'll pack them up for you."

"Why don't you get a shop? Isn't it tiring like this?" The old woman replied helplessly.

I suddenly remembered that if our construction site started, the business should not be bad. She set up here to rely on the people in General Manager Li's company. What's more, there are also convenience stores inside, and relying on leftovers and passers-by is only a meager profit.

I lit a cigarette and tentatively asked her, "Would you like to sell food at the construction site? We have a construction site that will start soon. You can not only sell breakfast, but also do fast food. Once it starts, there will be quite a few people there, and the business will definitely be much better than setting up here."

"Is this okay?" the old woman asked suspiciously.

"You won't know if it's okay until you try it. It's just that it will be much harder than now."

"I'm not afraid of hard work. My husband is very good at cooking, but his legs are a little inconvenient. I'm just afraid that there will be a lot of competition on the construction site."

"Don't worry, with me here, no one will compete with you for business. I can guarantee you that," I replied in a firm tone.

"Then I'll go back and discuss it with my husband."

Speaking of this, the old woman looked at me and asked again, "Do you work here? How can I contact you?"

I wrote my phone number on the cigarette case, confirmed it again, and handed it to her. I can't be considered a good person, but I still have sympathy, especially for people at the grassroots level. I am especially touched because I myself came from that background.

Before leaving, the old woman looked at my face and said, "Didn't you see a doctor? Why did it crack again?"

I gently touched the scar on my face and said, "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

"Didn't see a doctor?"

I just smiled... At this moment, General Manager Li's phone rang again. I answered and asked, "General Manager Li, what's the matter?"

"Have you gone to the construction site?" His tone was very hurried.

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm still at the gate, what happened?" I asked again.

"Wait for me, I'll come out right away."

General Manager Li didn't say anything and quickly hung up the phone. I turned around and walked back in, waiting at the company's gate.

In about five minutes, I saw him coming out of the elevator, his steps very fast. I went up to him and asked, "Is there anything urgent?"

"Go to the police station quickly." General Manager Li replied simply, without even stopping.

I immediately followed his steps and asked curiously, "What's the matter? Tell me!"

"It's about the bag. Shiyu's father chose to call the police. He doesn't know your number, so he called me. I'll go with you."

After hearing this, I said annoyedly, "What the hell, it's like stepping on dog shit, being suspected for no reason."

"Lin Che, you're really something. Why did you ask him for taxi fare last night?"

I had forgotten about it until it was mentioned.

"You're really too rash. You asked for the money, which made him think that someone who even cares about the taxi fare would never let go of a bag."

Pei Xianglong's logic left me speechless. Asking for taxi fare was originally because his attitude made me very uncomfortable. I didn't expect it to set the stage for this.

My car was parked nearby. I pressed the remote control and said, "Let's take my car."

"I'll drive my own car. It'll save the trouble of sending it back and forth later."

General Manager Li casually told me the address of the police station and then got into his driver's seat. I deliberately slowed down, wanting to follow his car.

General Manager Li is not an impatient person, but he was driving very fiercely today. In the blink of an eye, his taillights disappeared. This made me think of the seriousness of the matter, or that he was also full of fear of Pei Xianglong. I couldn't help but blame myself. It would be unforgivable if I caused trouble for General Manager Li.

I also instinctively accelerated. At a traffic light intersection, in the last second, I rushed out of the parking line at lightning speed and crashed into a vehicle turning right from the right side with a "bang".

Anxiously, I quickly got out of the car to check. Both cars were damaged to varying degrees. The other party was a woman who got out a little flustered and questioned, "Why are you driving so fast!"

I was a little fast, but the turning vehicle should have yielded to the straight one. Since she was a woman, I didn't argue with her, just took out my phone and called the police immediately.

The other party was very unreasonable and kept relentlessly blaming me for driving too fast, insisting that I hit her car. I didn't have time to talk nonsense with her and wanted to move the car to the side of the road. Thinking I was going to leave, she came over and grabbed my car door...

"I'll drive to the side so as not to affect traffic," I said helplessly, rolling down the window.

"If you move the car, you'll be destroying the scene. How will the traffic police determine responsibility when they arrive?"

I stared at her face for a while and said, "It's all your responsibility whether you move or not. Don't you understand that turning vehicles yield to straight ones? Did you pick up your driver's license?"

"Did I have time to yield? Why don't you fly up!"

I began to get impatient and retorted angrily, "Even if I flew up, you would still have to compensate me. You didn't see the dynamics clearly when you turned and directly occupied the lane. Is it useful to just talk? The traffic police will be here soon, and wouldn't it be over when we see whose responsibility it is? Is it necessary to stand on the street and lose your composure?"

She felt that I was looking down on her, and her voice increased on the original basis.