The green camphor tree has a deep view

"Well, it's all right now." Xing Lu looked at the backs of the young men passing by and breathed a sigh of relief. She said to Wen Qing, "I just can't understand it. The performance of the Fourth Factory has been poor for a long time. Why are these young and strong men unwilling to go out and try their luck?"

"Maybe it's because they don't have academic qualifications," Wen Qing thought for a long time and found a plausible reason for the fellow villagers. "Factory No. 4 is a state-owned enterprise after all. Working here is at least stable and prestigious."

"How much is face worth?" Xing Lu smiled, with a look of disdain, "Once people become poor, they will become weak without anyone telling them. Money is indispensable these days, and without money, it's hard to move forward. What's the point of talking about face? Ridiculous!"

Wen Qing said awkwardly, "As long as you don't steal or rob, it's always justified to spend the money you earn through hard work. Even if you break the bottom line and do anything for money, you may not be able to make money. If the money comes from an illegal source, you may not have the opportunity to enjoy it, and the ending may be even more miserable."

Xing Lu glanced at her in the rearview mirror, sighed and said, "It's a pity that you studied electronics."

"Why?" Wen Qing asked.

"You should study politics, go to the Party School, and specialize in ideological and political work, especially teaching a good lesson to the beautiful young women in society!" Xing Lu said firmly.

"Please stop teasing me." Wen Qing said, "I heard from my high school teacher that those who can enter the Party School are not from ordinary families. In my case, it is most suitable for me to study engineering so that I can find a job."

Xing Lu couldn't help but chuckle and said, "My naive sister, with President Song, what job can you not find? If you don't have a background, even if you studied engineering, the best you can do is move bricks in a big factory. You will be so busy that you will have trouble getting married and having children, and you have to be prepared for layoffs at the age of 35."

After being rebuked by Xing Lu, Wen Qing didn't know what to say, so she simply said nothing and just turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

She knew that it was difficult to find a job, but the reputation of F University still gave her great hope. Even if her undergraduate career prospects were average, she could go on to study for a master's degree. She didn't believe that someone who worked hard and diligently would not be able to make a living.

Xing Lu didn't hear her response, and glanced at her in the rearview mirror: "Hey, don't complain to Mr. Song, I can't afford to offend you, Princess."

Wen Qing chuckled: "Who is the princess? What kind of complaint am I making with Song Jingshen? He asked you to accompany me, so I just need to cooperate with him honestly. I don't want to cause any trouble and waste everyone's energy."

"You really don't have the consciousness of being Mr. Song's woman." Xing Lu sighed, "That's right, you are the political commissar, how can you commit yourself to a capitalist? It's good enough if you don't do anything to him."

Wen Qing was amused again, but as she was laughing, she suddenly thought of Song Weiming, and her smile froze instantly.

"It would be great if I could really do something to him..." she said to herself, "I'm just afraid that if I fail, I'll get myself into trouble."

"If you can't beat them, just join them. It's so simple." Xing Lu drove the car onto the main road, feeling much happier. "If I were you, I would have taken off with Mr. Song a long time ago. I wouldn't have thought about it and wasted time..."

Wen Qing did not listen to what Xing Lu said next. She was immersed in her own world, thinking about how she would end it if her cooperation with Song Weiming failed.

In fact, she is not qualified to choose how her life ends. Anyone in the Song family can decide her fate. Even Gu Jia has the right to play a supporting role. Only she can only be like a fish on the chopping board, hoping for the other party's weak and vague sympathy.

So, if Song Jingshen knew that she had betrayed him, would he forgive her for the sake of their old friendship?

Wen Qing couldn't help but think of his face, the drooping eyes under the deep contours, the dripping sweat, and the suppressed desire in the excitement of hormones.

She knew that he had fallen in love with her, but apart from that momentary passion, nothing tangible remained. The relationship between him and her was just a fleeting one, which did not need to wait for the sun to come out. It disappeared at the slightest sign of trouble, without a trace, as if it had never happened at all.

What's more, no matter how great the affection is, it cannot prevail over interests. He even destroyed his own father, let alone her, his one-night stand.

Wen Qing sighed: What she longed for most was a peaceful life, but if she wanted long-term peace now, she had to take a gamble. The probability of winning the gamble was hard to say, but the outcome of losing the gamble was foreseeably tragic.

But there was a voice in her heart that kept shouting: Go gamble! Go gamble!

I would rather die than leave my fate to Song Jingshen. Betting on a man's character is the stupidest thing in the world. It's no different from waiting for death. It's better to give it a try. What if you fail?

Her student status is still there and she can still study. When she graduates successfully, no one can cover up the truth and make it impossible for her to find a job. At worst, she can leave Jiangcheng and find a job in a second-rate company to make a living. It will be enough for her to get rid of everything in the Song family!

"What are you thinking about? So serious." Xing Lu's voice came from the front row, pulling Wen Qing back to reality.

"Are you meditating or looking for luck? You have a stern face and don't move at all. You look quite serious." Xing Lu said.

"No." Wen Qing pretended to touch her face. "I was distracted for a while, and you found out. I am transparent in front of you, and I can't hide my thoughts at all."

"Really? I'm so awesome." Xing Lu smiled and said nothing. "Then you have to tell me everything in your heart. Otherwise, if there is any misunderstanding when I report to Mr. Song..."

"Report?" Wen Qing felt nervous. "Report what?"

"Of course it depends on your physical condition," Xing Lu said, "and your mental state, how you feel, how many bowls of rice you have eaten, and whether you have him in your heart..."

As she continued to talk, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, "Are you a doctor or a matchmaker? Does my condition have anything to do with whether he's in my heart or not?"

"It has nothing to do with you, but it has everything to do with me. Once you have President Song in your heart, President Song may be happy and reward me with a company. Then wouldn't I be able to overtake others?" Xing Lu said with a fascinated look on her face.

"This is a shortcut, it's unreliable." Wen Qing said, "The company is run by oneself, so there is affection and interest. What he gives you may not be suitable for you."

Xing Lu was amazed: "I forgot you were the political commissar and got carried away for a moment. Don't take it seriously."

As we chatted along the way, the Audi A6 slowly crossed half a block and drove into the underground parking lot of a large supermarket.

"This supermarket seems to be newly opened. I don't have any impression of it. Have you been here before?" Xing Lu asked Wen Qing as she drove around the parking lot looking for a parking space.

"I don't have any impression either. I rarely go so far away from the Fourth Factory to buy things." Wen Qing said.

"The navigation said it's the largest supermarket in the area, so I'd better go shopping. It shouldn't be bad."

As they were talking, Xing Lu found a parking space, parked her car, got ready, got out of the car, and pulled Wen Qing towards the elevator.