"ng, ng Xingmang?" Xia Chuyi rubbed her ears. She hadn’t heard wrong, had she?
"What’s wrong?" ng Zhaodi, no, it should be ng Xingmang now, looked at Xia Chuyi with so puzzlent and said, "Is there a problem with my na?"
Xia Chuyi shook her head and said, "No, there’s no problem, it’s quite good."
She scrutinized ng Xingmang carefully, tracing the lines of her face and nodding inwardly.
There was no mistake, if one looked closely, ng Xingmang’s features hadn’t changed much.
It was just the makeup and a difference in poise, compounded with the na "ng Zhaodi," that initially prevented her from connecting the two identities.
No mistake, in her past life, she had known ng Xingmang.
Back then, ng Xingmang, as an outsider in a coastal city, had started with the modest business of sewing clothes and taking advantage of the manufacturing boom that followed had opened a garnt factory, establishing a foothold in Guang City.
Unfortunately, later on, due to a partner’s betrayal and poor capital turnover, the factory went bankrupt.
Thus, she started over, opened a grocery store, which grew larger and larger and beca quite influential in Guang City. However, soon after, she divorced her husband, and the supermarket was split in two, halving its developntal path.
Afterward, ng Xingmang bided her ti for a few years before making a coback. With her foresight, she threw herself into the newly erging e-comrce and quickly made a na in the online shopping business.
This ti, she didn’t encounter betrayal or family dragging her down, but due to her own decision-making errors, the company eventually had to be sold.
Not long after, news of ng Xingmang’s death ca through.
It turned out that the previous decision-making errors were due to distractions caused by her illness.
Because of ng Xingmang’s legendary experiences, after her death, the major dia outlets wrote extensively about her—Xia Chuyi from Ling County, who was just as skeletal but strong before her death, felt considerably moved.
The lucky ones are all alike in their luck, while the unlucky each have their own misfortunes.
Xia Chuyi looked at the girl before her, still healthy, not emaciated, with sparkles in her eyes, and felt an indescribable sense of wistfulness.
"ng Zhaodi... no, ng Xingmang, I think you should go back to school," Xia Chuyi said earnestly.
She thought it would be such a pity for soone as talented as ng Xingmang not to continue her education at university.
Qian Qianqian was a born public relations expert, with high EQ, strong emotional control, and a natural affinity for others.
And ng Xingmang was typically highly intelligent.
From her experiences, it was clear that this girl had an advanced consciousness and boldness, and also possessed a resilience that would not yield to hardship. Aside from so issues in handling personal relationships, she could be said to be a natural-born entrepreneur.
Hearing such a sincere suggestion, ng Xingmang shook her head and said, "No, if I go to Kyoto University now, the person who takes my place will certainly not rest easy."
"Once things are investigated thoroughly, my sister and her... will undoubtedly be implicated."
"This ti, let’s consider it payback to them."
"After this, I owe them nothing."
Upon hearing this, Xia Chuyi sighed inwardly.
She finally understood why ng Xingmang’s previous businesses had failed—because this person was too sentintal.
"Sigh, this matter..." Xia Chuyi said, "ng Xingmang, I’m asking you one last ti, have you really thought it through about working for ?"
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