In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

The term "small commodities market" is not used to describe a general market; it refers to just a few places where leftover or substandard goods from joint ventures and processing factories in the Pearl River Delta are displayed. There aren't many stalls, and the variety of products isn't particularly diverse, but each stall is always bustling with buyers.

The buyer and seller discussed the price in hushed tones. The prices for single-item and bulk purchases differed, as did the prices for small and large batches.

"So expensive! Boss, can you give me a discount? Let's be friends."

"Do you have any samples of the bulk order to check the quality? Will there be any yarn slippage?"

"Don't worry, they're all leftover export stock, the tags are still on. How many lots do you want?"

As Fu Ziyan walked along, she even saw the Zefer logo, which had been cut in half, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Zefer's business in Southeast Asia is booming. Two years ago, Pan Jingrun set up a processing plant in Dongguan to manufacture products for Zefer. To protect the brand's reputation, any products with minor defects during production were discarded. Although the brand did not accept them, these substandard products were considered desirable items by merchants. The company only stipulated that the trademarks be removed, but did not force the products to be destroyed.

"Boss, you're so generous! I wish you great fortune!"

"Haha, thanks for your kind words. Let's make money together. Come and support us when we sell a lot, and may everyone prosper."

The voices of the vendors and buyers kept reaching her ears. Following the half of Zeffer's trademark, Fu Ziyan glanced at it casually and felt that the buyer looked very familiar.

She frowned slightly, still unable to recall it, and simply put it out of her mind. Unexpectedly, on her way out of Gaodi Street, she encountered that same voice again.

"Help! Robbery!"

A loud voice drifted in through the car window.

Thinking of the familiar face, Fu Ziyan instructed the driver to go and take a look.

The car drove in the direction of the sound and quickly stopped, the passenger door opening and closing rapidly.

Within two minutes, a disheveled young man followed the bodyguard to the car door.

"Miss, this gentleman would like to express his gratitude to you."

The tightly closed car window slowly rolled down.

The disheveled young man's eyes, which had been filled with relief at surviving the ordeal, suddenly lit up with surprise and joy upon seeing the face of his savior inside the car; his pupils became bright and clear.

"Are you... are you Miss Fu?"

Fu Ziyan's expression was calm, her gaze gently falling on his face: "I am Fu Ziyan, what can I do for you?"

"Miss Fu, thank you, thank you for helping me again." The disheveled young man's face turned red, making him look even worse. Perhaps he was too excited to speak coherently. "My name is Sun Ping. Ten years ago, you and your friend helped me find my sister. Later, you even left some money with the neighborhood office to help my sister and me pay for our schooling."

“I will never forget your great kindness in this lifetime. My sister and I have grown up well over the years. My sister has excellent grades and she will be taking the college entrance examination next year... Now that I'm all grown up, is there anything I can do for you?”

Ten years ago...

Fu Ziyan has a good memory and quickly recalled that she was fifteen years old at the time, which must have happened when she first came to the capital with her father.

Seeing the young man's excited, flushed face, Fu Ziyan seemed to see the panicked little boy from ten years ago, and her gaze softened.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"It was nothing," Fu Ziyan smiled. "I wish your sister good luck on her college entrance exam."

Thinking of the gratitude that filled Sun Ping's incoherent words just now, Fu Ziyan thought for a moment and added, "There's nothing I need you to do. But if you have the capacity, you can pass on the kindness."

"I will! Thank you, Miss Fu."

As a fledgling businessman, Sun Ping understood the importance of connections and knew how powerful Miss Fu was. However, he didn't try to take advantage of her influence. He simply thanked her sincerely, without asking for her address or exchanging phone numbers. It was like meeting an old friend; they chatted for a few moments, perhaps never to be seen again.

Sun Ping stood there for a long time, watching Miss Fu's car drive away, turning into a small black dot until it was no longer visible. Only then did he pick up the bag that his bodyguard had helped him retrieve, clench his fist, and encourage himself—Sun Ping, you can do it!

We must work hard to make money in business. As long as we keep moving forward, there will be opportunities to meet again. Only by moving forward can we have the chance to repay Miss Fu.

inside the car.

Mu Mu turned her head to look at the young lady, who seemed to be in a good mood. "Young lady, do you think highly of Mr. Sun Ping from earlier?"

Otherwise, why would she be willing to talk to Sun Ping a few more times?

Fu Ziyan chuckled: "I just think that if he succeeds, he should be able to contribute a lot to charity."

The reason she stopped to talk to Sun Ping was more out of the emotion of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, especially since this person was someone she had done for a casual act of kindness many years ago, and in the blink of an eye, that act of kindness had really grown up.

"Should we inform the person in charge at Zefer?" Although she was an assistant, Mu Mu was a bodyguard who had transitioned into an assistant. When walking alongside the young lady, she would pay special attention to the people and places they passed. She remembered that Sun Ping had previously bought Zefer's substandard products at the market.

If the young lady takes a liking to Sun Ping, all she needs to do is give a heads-up to the factory in Zefer, and Sun Ping will reap a flood of benefits.

“No need.” Fu Ziyan shook her head. “The path you forge yourself is the one that’s best for you.”

If virtue is not matched, there will be disasters.