Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 91, 89. Senior doesn't need to pay.
[Mr. Zhou, I'm downstairs.]

On the last day of the National Day holiday, Zhou Mingyuan called his new driver He Min early in the morning to fulfill his promise to his white moonlight during the holiday.

—Pick up the person at the station.

He Min is as trustworthy as ever. Looking out the window, a white minivan is parked steadily below Building A8.

The Buick GL8 is the best business choice for those in a transitional period of their career.

This car strikes a near-perfect balance between hospitality and family use.

It offers ample space, reasonable fuel consumption, and excellent quality control.

It's not a loss of face no matter where you go.

Zhou Mingyuan sat in the back seat, adjusted the seat, and relaxed, squinting his eyes as he waited for He Min to set the location and they would set off.

Location: Wuhan Tianhe International Airport.

He Min drove surprisingly steadily, and after the two chatted for a few minutes, he actually fell asleep for a short while during a smooth drive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already outside the Third Ring Road and was about to reach the vicinity of the airport.

After arriving at the appointed time, Zhou Mingyuan sent Zhong Yujun his location.

【Coming soon! 】

After seeing the message, the man got out of the car and walked to the arrival area. Soon he saw two girls carrying small suitcases side by side, flying over like birds through the crowd.

"Zhou Mingyuan, over here, over here!"

During the long National Day holiday, Zhong Yujun was not the only one who chose to go home.

On her return to Jiangcheng, she happened to book tickets with her high school classmate Lu Shiya, and they took off and landed together.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it feels so good to have someone answer the phone~"

Although the whole thing had already been spoiled in advance, Lu Shiya couldn't help but smile and sigh the moment Zhou Mingyuan took their suitcases and led the way.

"Those of us who have left our hometowns to study should help each other out!"

She nudged Zhong Yujun next to her with her elbow and made a series of winks.

"Look how thoughtful Old Zhou is! He even called a car in advance, so we didn't have to wait in line!"

The three stopped in front of a seven-seater vehicle, put their luggage down, and got in one by one.

Lu Shiya and Zhong Yujun sat side by side in the back seat. There was still a faint smell of formaldehyde from the new car inside, and the two of them subconsciously sniffed.

I had no doubt whatsoever.

There are so many commercial vehicles from the airport that transport passengers to the city center; they all look the same.

The young driver sitting in the front
She was dressed fashionably and exquisitely, looking far more attractive than a driver.

"Master, aren't we waiting for the others?"

Zhou Mingyuan put away his luggage and was the last to get into the car, which then slowly started moving.

This piqued Lu Shiya's curiosity.

Anyone who has taken one of these cars at the airport knows that they pick up passengers first and only drive off when the car is full.

What's going on today? Are you not making money?

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The moment the word "master" left her lips, He Min slammed on the gas pedal, took a deep breath, and her pretty face remained expressionless.

"If you don't want to wait, then don't wait. Why are you asking?"

Zhou Mingyuan looked at He Min in the rearview mirror and almost burst out laughing.

"Are you stupid? A taxi ride for three people would be so expensive!"

Lu Shiya giggled.

However, she was an art student from a well-off family, so she just said it casually and didn't take this little incident seriously.

Having not seen each other for the entire holiday, and being familiar high school classmates, the three of them chatted in the car on the way back.

What did you do during the National Day holiday?

"I heard from Junjun that you're starting some kind of business?"

"Ah yes."

"Didn't you go out to play?"

"No."

Zhou Mingyuan shook his head.

"Poor thing, Lao Zhou, come here~ I'll show you the photos of me and Yunyun's holiday trip!"

Lu Shiya waved to Zhou Mingyuan.

"It's because you went to the trouble of picking us up."

"These aren't professionally edited photos posted on social media, they're firsthand pictures." Zhong Yujun smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Xiaoya is amazing at taking photos!"

"A hundred times better than in high school!"

Zhou Mingyuan came over and flipped through the landscape photos and the two sisters' photos one by one, immediately giving his approval.

In October, when wildflowers are in full bloom, the grasslands, hillsides, pine trees, and streams of northern Xinjiang offer breathtaking scenery at every turn.

“It looks good!”

"Look at this cloud I snapped a picture of!"

"Where is this? I've never been here before?"

There are many places you haven't been to.

As traffic slowly moved across the Yangtze River Bridge, the three of them began to chat, sharing the joys of their holiday.

Even though he had lived two lives, Zhou Mingyuan still watched very carefully.

It's not that I'm tempted by their fun outings, but rather that humans genuinely need to see beautiful scenery.

Research has found that looking at scenery can actually relieve pain.

Whether it's physical pain or inner anxiety and restlessness, looking at the scenery can provide some relief.

What's even more amazing is that even if you can't be there in person, just seeing pictures of scenery on social media can have a similar effect.

Shortly after, the car stopped in front of Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music, and Lu Shiya waved goodbye to the two.

"Girls are just different; they can take such beautiful photos even while strolling in the park."

"What, are you envious?"

Now the car only had one destination left: Nanhu University.

Zhong Yujun smiled the whole way, her expression never wavering.

"A little bit, indeed."

"Then I can go for a walk with you later. There's a small park right across from the school. I saw it on the map when school started, what's it called again?"

The girl's high ponytail swung back and forth.

"Dutch-style Garden".

Unexpectedly, the young driver, who had remained silent throughout, added a comment at this opportune moment.

"Oh yes, yes!"

"Master, you're so professional! You knew it without even looking at the map."

Zhong Yujun nodded vigorously and sincerely praised He Min in the front row.

The female driver pursed her lips and remained silent.

It wasn't until the car stopped at the entrance of Nanhu University, Zhou Mingyuan retrieved his luggage, and he and Zhong Yujun walked a long way before the girl realized what was happening.

"Holy crap, Zhou Mingyuan!"

"What's wrong?"

The man turned his head away.

"Didn't you pay?"

Zhong Yujun blinked repeatedly, trying to recall Zhou Mingyuan making that gesture.

"What money?"

"The fare! That driver was really something, he didn't even ask you for the fare!"

The girl pointed to her phone: "Let's see if we can still pay online?"

"They're not even drivers, so they don't need to pay."

When students return to school, the campus is filled with men and women carrying their luggage.

The two walked side by side in the crowd, and Zhou Mingyuan explained with a smile.

"That's the senior from my school who started the business with me."

"You keep calling me 'Master' on the road, making me sound so old!"

"No wonder she was able to react so quickly to the park across from our school."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yujun immediately felt embarrassed.

Why didn't you say so sooner?

She looked at the composed Zhou Mingyuan in front of her again, her tone revealing undisguised surprise.

My senior colleague personally drove me to pick her up and drop her off. Even if she's a business partner, that's giving her way too much face, isn't it?
Is Zhou Mingyuan's entrepreneurial venture really as small-scale as he claims?
"Wait for me, I'm coming downstairs right away, let's go to the park!"

Soon they arrived at the dormitory building of the School of Management. Zhong Yujun quickly went upstairs, leaving behind a trail of sounds.

(End of this chapter)