The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

Just then, the old lady suddenly took out a handkerchief from her bag and handed it to Huang Feipeng: "This is something I knitted. It's not worth much, but it's a small token of my appreciation for you."

Huang Feipeng took the handkerchief with some surprise. It was an ordinary-looking but very clean handkerchief. He felt a surge of emotion. This handkerchief was not only the old lady's token of her kindness, but also her deep gratitude for her help.

"Thank you, ma'am," Huang Feipeng said softly, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

The old lady smiled slightly, then waved to Huang Feipeng and turned to walk towards her home. Huang Feipeng stood there, watching the old lady's receding figure, feeling an indescribable warmth and emotion. He took a deep breath and focused his gaze back on the city skyline ahead.

Huang Feipeng was busy with work that day, shuttling between various projects, but the warmth in his heart never faded. His experience helping an elderly woman cross the street strengthened his belief—no matter how small the gesture, if done with sincerity, it can bring unexpected warmth and change.

Huang Feipeng returned to his office and sat down at his desk, his gaze frequently falling on the handkerchief. The handkerchief was covered in warm stitches, carefully woven by the old woman, each stitch conveying a deep emotion. A wave of emotion washed over Huang Feipeng. He knew that he was not only helping others, but also passing on the warmth and care of society.

In the days that followed, Huang Feipeng's work remained challenging, but his unwavering resolve and warmth allowed him to face difficulties with greater composure. He fulfilled his commitment to society through his actions, continuing to sow hope and light in this city with a vision for the future.

Huang Feipeng had just returned to his office, the scene from that morning still replaying in his mind. He took the handkerchief out of his pocket and examined it closely. Every stitch and thread of the handkerchief revealed the old woman's thoughtfulness, and that simple care warmed his heart. He sat down at his desk, his fingers gently stroking the edge of the handkerchief, but he couldn't hide a faint anxiety and unease in his heart.

Although Huang Feipeng always appeared capable and competent in his daily work, a subtle timidity lingered deep within him. This timidity stemmed from his self-doubt and anxieties about the uncertainties of the future. He felt a nameless pressure and tension, especially when faced with important decisions. Despite his efforts to overcome these anxieties, this deep-seated timidity would sometimes surface unexpectedly.

The ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts. Huang Feipeng quickly answered the phone, his voice calm: "Hello, Huang Feipeng."

The voice of project manager Liu Yang came from the other end of the phone: "Huang Feipeng, I just received news that there are some new problems with next month's community construction project. We need to revise the plan. Do you have time to come over and discuss it?"

A surge of tension welled up in Huang Feipeng's heart. He knew this project was crucial to their organization, and any mistake in the details could have unpredictable consequences. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady: "Okay, I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone, his mind racing as he considered how to handle the challenges ahead. Huang Feipeng pushed back the chair on his desk, his trembling slightly as he stood up. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He knew the best way to face problems was to actively solve them, rather than letting himself sink into endless anxiety.

Stepping out of his office, Huang Feipeng felt unusually heavy-hearted. He walked along the city streets, each step seeming to weigh him down. The bustling streets and noisy sounds filled his ears, but his thoughts struggled in disarray. Faced with this unexpected problem, various possible outcomes flashed through his mind, some positive, others disheartening.

Upon arriving at the meeting room for project discussions, Liu Yang was already waiting there. Seeing Huang Feipeng enter, he immediately stood up, a hint of nervousness in his expression: "Huang Feipeng, you're here. We need to discuss a few issues that have arisen in the project, and I'm worried these issues might affect the overall progress."

Huang Feipeng nodded, his timidity undiminished by Liu Yang's arrival. He tried to compose himself and project a confident demeanor: "Okay, let's begin."

The atmosphere at the meeting was somewhat tense. Liu Yang presented a detailed report of the problems on the projector, while Huang Feipeng listened attentively to every detail. He felt his heart churning; faced with these thorny issues, various solutions involuntarily began to surface in his mind, but each solution carried different risks.

Liu Yang noticed Huang Feipeng's anxiety and said softly, "Huang Feipeng, we need a clear solution now. What are your thoughts?"

Huang Feipeng raised his head, trying to appear composed: "I've considered some options, but they need further analysis and discussion. We can first identify a few key points, and then conduct a detailed evaluation."

Although his words were calm, his inner tension had not completely subsided. During the discussion, Huang Feipeng found himself occasionally feeling uneasy over certain details. He realized that his timidity was affecting the fluency of his thinking. He tried to control this emotion and focus his attention on the practical issues.

After the meeting, Huang Feipeng felt exhausted. He walked out of the meeting room, stood in the hallway, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath. Although he tried to remain calm, a sense of trepidation still lingered in his mind, a feeling he couldn't shake off. He began to doubt whether he was capable enough to meet such a challenge, and this self-doubt made him anxious and uneasy.

Just then, his phone rang. It was a text message from his friend Lin Xiao: "Huang Feipeng, I saw you on the street just now. You looked very tired. Don't forget to take a rest."

A warm feeling welled up in Huang Feipeng's heart. He knew Lin Xiao had always been his strong supporter and friend. Although it was just a short sentence, it had a comforting effect on him. He took a deep breath and replied, "Thank you for your concern. I had some things to take care of just now. Are you free? Can we meet and talk?"