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A new person joined the dining table, and the atmosphere became livelier than before. The conversation shifted away from the previous mundane topics.
"You were drinking Snake Gallbladder Wine earlier! I heard that stuff is really nourishing, but I wonder if that's true?" Song Zhenbao asked curiously.
"Aren't the snakes from your Ecological Aquaculture Farm sold to restaurants? There's nothing special about Snake Gallbladder Wine," Zhang Yunye said, raising his glass to examine the remaining liquid. "As for its nutritional benefits, most of that is just marketing hype to get people to spend money, right?"
"I really haven't researched this much; I don't know much about the sales of animals from Ecological Aquaculture Farm," Song Zhenbao laughed. "I get scared when I see a snake."
"That's why you rarely come here; you even stopped visiting the Resort!" Wu Qiang joked. "I remember my daughter Wu Yuqian is quite brave."
"Brave? She's just too busy with her big business ventures to pay attention to projects like Ecological Aquaculture Farm or the Resort," Song Pearl chimed in with a smile.
"But not me! I tell you, I actually have a client interested in buying snakes!"
"A client is willing to pay a high price for that grass-green python from Snake Garden," Song Zhenbao said to Song Pearl. "That snake eats too much; it doesn't make sense to keep raising it like this. If the price is right, I'm planning to sell it."
"As the operator, I have no objections to which Wildlife you want to sell," Song Pearl replied with a smile as she poured herself more wine from the bottle. "Would you like some?" she asked Song Zhenbao.
"I've had too much to drink; I'm feeling dizzy. I don't drink at home," Song Zhenbao quickly declined. "Has your friend arranged accommodation?"
Zhang Yunye politely responded, "Thank you for your concern. I stayed in a villa at the Resort last night. I left early last time due to other commitments. This time, I want to enjoy myself."
"Great! If you need a guide, just let me know," Song Zhenbao replied enthusiastically.
"I'd like to take a stroll in the back mountain later; Pearl, would you be willing to be my guide?" Zhang Yunye generously invited. Upon hearing this question, Song Zhenbao's eyes glinted with schadenfreude as she guessed that Song Pearl would definitely agree.
"Dad, are you going? Should I prepare a sightseeing vehicle for you?" Song Zhenbao asked Wu Qiang.
Wu Qiang laughed. "I won't go; I've been to the back mountain so many times that I don't need a sightseeing vehicle!"
"I definitely don't need one either," Zhang Yunye chuckled. "Thank you for your hospitality, Wu Jie."
"I'm Song Zhenbao; she's the real Wu Jie," Song Zhenbao said with a smile, pointing at Song Pearl.
Song Pearl took a tissue to wipe her mouth and said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I might have drunk too much. I can't accompany you to the back mountain anymore. Let Treasure go with you."
Her face was flushed as she looked at Song Zhenbao, clearly showing signs of having drunk too much.
"Treasure is the person in charge of Resort, responsible for this kind of thing."
"I told you not to drink, but you insisted on trying a little. Now look, you're drunk!" Wu Qiang complained. "Go back to your room and rest!"
Song Pearl leaned against the wall and staggered toward her room, closing the door behind her. The whole room fell silent; this alcohol was indeed just like the last time—just a little and she was already drunk.
She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep. When she woke up, it was surprisingly the next morning.
"Dad, has no one come looking for me?" she asked Wu Qiang.
"Come over and have some porridge!" Wu Qiang served her some porridge. "Qing Wenyu came by earlier, but you weren't awake then. He left for the construction site."
"The construction site? Has Treasure's second phase already started?" Song Pearl asked.
"It should have."
"It's still early; Qing Wenyu probably came without having breakfast. I'll take him some leftover porridge." Song Pearl quickly finished eating, found a thermos to put the porridge in, and added two dishes on top.
Wu Qiang didn't say anything, although he felt that Song Pearl was making a big deal out of it and that there was no need to deliver food.
It didn't take long for Song Pearl to find out the location of the second phase of Resort. She drove along the route pointed out by pedestrians. The road was somewhat rugged and bumpy, and in the distance, she saw Qing Wenyu's car parked near a temporary construction shed.
A dark-skinned man wearing a hard hat saw Song Pearl stop her car and ran over from a distance, shouting, "Who are you looking for? This is a construction site; unauthorized personnel cannot come here!"
After he shouted, he saw Song Pearl's face and exclaimed in surprise, "Song Pearl! President Song, what brings you here? Chairman Qing went over there for an inspection!"
Song Pearl didn't remember who this person was, but he clearly recognized her. He didn't mind that she didn't remember him and warmly let her into the shed. "Please wait here for a moment; feel free to look around. I estimate that Chairman Qing will be back soon."
"Thank you." Song Pearl sat down on a chair while the man hurried out toward the distance.
Qing Wenyu returned very quickly.
"Did you just wake up?" he asked.
"I drank a bit last night and got drunk," Song Pearl said apologetically. "I thought you might not have eaten, so I brought this for you."
She ran to the side of the car, took out a thermos, and hurried back.
"This is too much trouble!" Qing Wenyu said, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.
After finishing the porridge, he led Song Pearl around the construction site.
"The concept of the Resort is one thing, but building it is another. I really Admire how you managed it back then. Looking at this vast empty land now makes me feel a bit uneasy!"
Qing Wenyu held her hand as they walked along the path they had created, occasionally reminding her to be mindful.
"I was too young and fearless back then. If I had to build it again now, I wouldn't have the same confidence," Song Pearl said, wearing a large safety helmet that made her face look even smaller.
Qing Wenyu smiled, "If you could return to the Resort, would you still be interested?"
Song Pearl was surprised for a moment. "Resort is an investment collaboration project of Song Zhenbao. I wouldn't interfere with it. Besides, I've gotten used to living a pampered life at home..."
"Pampered? True pampering is staying at home with a cat while going for walks, not running to an Ecological Aquaculture Farm to study birds and beasts..."
"Taking care of something is still taking care of it!"
The two chatted casually. They hadn't talked this much at home.
"Was it that Zhang Yunye who came by last night? Is that why you drank?" Qing Wenyu asked.
"Yes, he knows my dad. He came to see him," Song Pearl replied casually.
"He actually knows your father-in-law!" Qing Wenyu pondered. "I only knew you were friends. When did you two meet?"
"It's quite early." Song Pearl looked at him, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"An opponent has appeared, I need to know myself and my enemy to increase my defenses," Qing Wenyu replied with a smile.
Song Pearl laughed, "Am I that important?"
As they were laughing, a car approached from a distance. Song Zhenbao got out of the car holding blueprints, her professional outfit accentuating her perfect figure.
"Pearl, you're here too! Are you here to deliver lunch?" she laughed, "Looks like I won't need the breakfast I brought! I've got the blueprints. Let's go over there and study them."
She waved a roll of blueprints at Qing Wenyu.
"You all have work to do, so I won't disturb you," Song Pearl said as she turned to walk away, her thermos still in the construction shed that she needed to retrieve.
"Since you're here, let's discuss it together. This blueprint might need some adjustments; you have experience and can help guide us," Qing Wenyu said as he pulled Song Pearl back, "Let's go to the office over there."
"This isn't something I should worry about; you have better technical staff now. Besides, I still need to go to work!" Song Pearl was not appreciative and walked out of the construction shed with her thermos.
Seeing that she insisted on leaving, Qing Wenyu did not try to keep her. Song Zhenbao approached the table and spread out the blueprints.
"Look at this structure..." she reached out and pulled Qing Wenyu closer.
Feeling downcast, Song Pearl walked to the side of the car when suddenly she heard a loud rumble behind her. Turning around, she saw that the makeshift construction shed had vanished, leaving only a pile of wooden boards and rebar scattered on the ground.
"Qing Wenyu!"
Song Pearl felt a buzzing in her ears as she let out a sharp cry and ran toward the collapsed area.
"Help! Someone come quickly!"
She shouted as she ran toward the ruins; nearby workers had clearly seen the collapse and were rushing over with tools.
"Is anyone underneath?"
"Someone, of course there is someone!" Song Pearl quickly used her hands to dig through the debris, cutting her hands several times due to the tension and haste.
Several construction sheds had been flattened, and it was impossible to tell where the people were located.
"Qing Wenyu! Song Zhenbao!" Song Pearl shouted as she dug, while others with tools rushed over to help.
"Everyone, be careful, listen for any echoes." Song Pearl calmed her mind, stood up, and directed the workers who had gathered around. As she gave instructions, the noisy scene quieted down.
Song Pearl's hearing had always been better than others; she sensitively caught a faint groan.
"This way, hurry, dig here, gently!"
A few people came over to remove the covering sand and stones, lifting several plastic sheets to reveal two people lying under a table that had been knocked askew. Song Zhenbao was slumped over Qing Wenyu's legs, a rebar had fallen on her waist, and she had already lost consciousness.
Qing Wenyu seemed uninjured; the table had shielded him somewhat. He protected his head with his hands while Song Zhenbao shielded his legs. He was just covered in dust.
"Hurry, get them to the hospital!" Qing Wenyu was helped up and immediately directed everyone.
Two workers folded a canvas into a makeshift stretcher and carried Song Zhenbao towards the cars by the roadside.
"Get in my car!" Song Pearl opened the car door.
"I'll drive; your car is too cramped, and you don't drive steadily," Qing Wenyu instructed the workers to place Song Zhenbao in his car, not noticing the cuts on Song Pearl's arms.
"Are you sure? Maybe we should get a driver!" Song Pearl worriedly grabbed his arm.
"I'm fine; I'm not injured," Qing Wenyu patted Song Pearl on the shoulder and got into the car.
Song Pearl felt uneasy. She glanced at the surrounding workers; these dirty-clothed individuals were all working hard, and those in charge might not have arrived yet. She had no choice but to drive her car behind Qing Wenyu.
After they left, figures began to move around on the construction site as many more workers arrived, creating a noisy scene.
"Who is that injured person?"
"Is it President Song? He came to the construction site for an inspection and got hit by Rebar. He's still unconscious now!"
"Who is that woman who saved him?" Most of the workers didn't recognize Song Pearl.
"You don't know her? She's the chairman's wife, Song Pearl," someone familiar with the local scene said.
"The chairman's wife also has the surname Song? What a coincidence that she came and injured President Song..." someone speculated.
"Yeah, why did the chairman's wife come to the construction site?"
"Because the chairman is here! Maybe it's a surprise inspection!" someone chuckled.
"Who is the chairman?"
"The tall man who just drove away..." (To be continued...)
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