"Brother Qiang, let go already, it's not good for people to see this…"

"Let them see, it's not like we're doing anything illegal. As long as you don't complain about me, I'm fine…"

"Careful, I might just complain to my grandpa about you…" Jing Xueyan leveraged her grandpa to pressure Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang finally let go, knowing that if this little girl really told Tang Mingyuan about this, he would never have the face to meet the Tang family again.

But as soon as Wang Xiaoqiang let go, Jing Xueyan suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

When the music ended, Zhong Ping called Wang Xiaoqiang away. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang leave, Jing Xueyan felt a wave of loss.

"Little Qiang, this is Mr. Tanimoto from Japan Tanimoto Trading, and this is…" Zhong Ping called Wang Xiaoqiang over and introduced Mr. Tanimoto and Jason to him.

"Mr. Jason, right? We've met before," Wang Xiaoqiang said before Zhong Ping could finish speaking.

"Uh, you've met? Where?"

Zhong Ping's question touched on an embarrassing matter for Mr. Tanimoto and Mr. Jason. They both hemmed and hawed, not wanting to bring up the incident at the Dihao Hotel Royal Hall. Since they didn't mention it, Wang Xiaoqiang naturally wouldn't expose their shortcomings. Seeing their reaction, Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Uh, Sister Ping, we just happened to meet at a dinner party, isn't that right, Mr.

Tanimoto, Mr. Jason…"

"Yes, yes…"

"That's right, absolutely…"

Mr. Tanimoto and Jason immediately chimed in agreement.

Zhong Ping, seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang knew the two, was quite pleased and said, "Since you all know each other, I won't waste words then. My point is, the products from Wang Xiaoqiang's company are quite good, and I hope you could find an opportunity to cooperate…"

Tanimoto Trading is a well-known trading company in Japan, and the Jason Group is a major trading corporation in the United States. They had come to Huaxia Nation in search of greater business opportunities, and with whom they cooperated was not essential. However, one thing was certain: they would not dare to play tricks on Wang Xiaoqiang, or else he could kick them out with one blow.

"Uh, what products does Mr. Wang's company produce?" Mr. Tanimoto asked first, showing keen interest. Although the Japanese man's character wasn't impeccable, he was meticulous when it came to work.

"Uh, my company mainly deals with agricultural products. We don't produce a large quantity, preferring to follow a premium product strategy. If the two of you are interested, you could visit my company for an on-site inspection… My company is not far from here, just a two to three-hour drive," Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Hmm, I'd like to take a look," Jason shrugged, indicating no problem.

"Alright, let's do it tomorrow then. I'm free for the whole day. We will go over tomorrow," Mr. Tanimoto also agreed.

Seeing that both had agreed to visit, Zhong Ping was heartened and said, "Since that's settled, let's go together tomorrow. Little Qiang, you'll stay at my place tonight, and we'll head out together in the morning…"

Mr. Tanimoto and Jason both felt a pang of envy upon hearing this. Why don't such good things ever happen to me?

Wang Xiaoqiang thought about not having a place to sleep and readily agreed.

After the party, Wang Xiaoqiang informed Zhong Ping and then took Jing Xueyan home.

Sitting in Wang Xiaoqiang's car, Jing Xueyan was filled with longing, thinking how wonderful it would be if Wang Xiaoqiang were her boyfriend. Seeing that Jing Xueyan was silent, Wang Xiaoqiang asked, "Why so quiet? What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering when I can ride in my boyfriend's car. That would be so happy…" Jing Xueyan said, turning her beautiful eyes towards Wang Xiaoqiang, her gaze intense.

"That's easy, I'll set you up with someone tomorrow, definitely rich, driving cars worth millions each."

"Pfft, do you think I'm picking cabbages? Only caring about the price, not the quality…"

"Then I'll introduce you to a tall, wealthy, and handsome guy, how about that…?"

"Finding a boyfriend is about feelings. Without feelings, even if it's a rich heir, I wouldn't marry…"

"Then you're definitely going to be single for life."

"Hey, don't curse me like that…"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. I just can't figure you girls out."

As they arrived at Jing Xueyan's rented apartment, Wang Xiaoqiang stopped the car, and Jing Xueyan said, "Brother Qiang, why don't you come up for a bit... have a cup of tea before you go..."

"Is it really just for a cup of tea?"

"What else would you do, you rascal!" Jing Xueyan gave Wang Xiaoqiang a coquettish glance.

"No, it's too late!" Wang Xiaoqiang became serious again. "We'll catch up next time when there's a chance. If there's anything in the future, you can call me..."

"Mm, thank you, Brother Qiang," Jing Xueyan's way of addressing Wang Xiaoqiang had transitioned from "Mr. Wang" to "Brother Qiang." It was a change so gentle and unnoticeable that it felt natural and intimate.

Jing Xueyan opened the car door, then suddenly puckered her red lips and gave Wang Xiaoqiang a kiss on the face before silently alighting from the car and swiftly running up to her apartment.

Wang Xiaoqiang, touching the place where she had kissed him, was momentarily lost in thought. After a while, he let out a wry smile and then drove away.

When he returned to Zhong Ping's place, it was already the early hours of the morning. Zhong Ping had already taken a bath and had changed into a thin summer nightdress, her bare, snow-white arms competing with the lamplight in the room.

"Sister Ping, you're still up?" Seeing Zhong Ping alone in the living room, Wang Xiaoqiang said somewhat guiltily, afraid that Zhong Ping would give him another bone-setting session.

"Ugh, how could I sleep without you back? The bathwater is ready for you; go take a bath..." Zhong Ping stood up and gave Wang Xiaoqiang a gentle smile.

"Ugh, Sister Ping, you don't need to worry about me, go to bed early..." Wang Xiaoqiang intentionally said before heading to the bathroom.

The bathroom was spotlessly clean, with a bathtub filled with clear water. However, a slight fragrance lingering in the air evidenced that Zhong Ping had just taken her bath there. Wang Xiaoqiang undressed and lay in the bathtub, feeling a wave of comfort and contentment, but as soon as he smelled the fragrance in the room...

Not daring to stay long, Wang Xiaoqiang quickly dried off, dressed, and left the bath area, only to find Zhong Ping dozing off on the sofa.

"Sister Ping, go sleep in the bedroom. Be careful not to catch a cold..." Wang Xiaoqiang reminded her.

Zhong Ping opened her eyes and laughed at herself, "I'm really exhausted today. I was planning to give you a bone-setting session, but now it seems I have the will but not the strength. Alright, I'll go to sleep; Little Qiang, you should sleep too..."

"Okay," Wang Xiaoqiang responded and went to sleep in the guest room. Zhong Ping watched his retreating figure, her face showing a hint of melancholy.

The next morning, after breakfast, Wang Xiaoqiang first invited, "Sister Ping, how about you stay at my villa for a few days this time to enjoy the peaceful village life?"

"I'm afraid I can't. The old man isn't in good health, and I need to take care of him. So after I send Mr. Jason and Tanimoto Ichiro over, I'll have to come back," Zhong Ping said with a hint of regret in her tone.

Jason and Tanimoto Ichiro each drove a Bentley and a Porsche, accompanied by Zhong Ping, and followed Wang Xiaoqiang to his company.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang's company was in a remote village, the two foreign businessmen showed a bit of disappointment on their faces but did not dare to express it openly. Thinking that if cooperation was not possible, they might as well treat it as a sightseeing trip. Honestly, the scenery here was quite beautiful. With this thought, they followed Wang Xiaoqiang to his Vegetable Base.

"Boss, you're here..." Zhu Erpeng, seeing two foreigners arrive, couldn't help feeling nervous while admiring Wang Xiaoqiang's abilities. It seemed that the company was going to break into the international market.

"Yeah, today our company has visitors from abroad. Erpeng, pick some watermelons, Little White Melons, tomatoes, and cucumbers from our fields to quench their thirst..."

"Okay, sure..." Zhu Erpeng cheerfully agreed and went off to pick the fruit. In no time, he brought some washed fruits and vegetables.

After the fruits and vegetables were served, Tanimoto Ichiro, Jason, and even Zhong Ping were impressed by their appearance. The tomatoes, cucumbers, Little White Melons, and watermelons all looked great. They thought these might have been carefully selected to impress them, so they didn't say anything.

Seeing that Tanimoto Ichiro and Jason withheld their opinions, Zhong Ping remained silent as well, knowing full well the depth of these foreigners' hearts. Their opinions were unique; if they liked the product, they would beg to cooperate, and if they were unimpressed by the product, no amount of boasting would help.

Seeing that the two foreigners had no comment on the company's products, Zhu Erpeng snorted inwardly, thinking they were really playing it cool. He wondered if they'd still be able to maintain their composure after tasting how sweet the fruits were.

While Zhu Erpeng was inwardly criticizing Tanimoto Ichiro and Jason, Wang Xiaoqiang had already asked him to cut open a watermelon.

After Zhu Erpeng cut the watermelon and still heard no exclamations of praise, he felt even more frustrated. Wang Xiaoqiang, however, did not show any signs of dissatisfaction and simply invited everyone to taste the watermelon.

He picked up two slices, handed one to Zhong Ping, and kept one for himself. He couldn't care less about serving the two foreign guests. Whether they cooperated or not didn't matter. He had food to eat, drinks to enjoy, and women when he wanted. He was content. Having more money was good, but brown-nosing foreigners for it?

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't want to stoop to that.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang did not offer them any melon, Tanimoto Ichiro and Mr. Jason sullenly went to get some for themselves. After taking a bite, they couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "What a melon, such a good melon!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian [qidian.com].

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