By the time Wang Jianqiang delivered Li Ye home, Wang Jianqiang's driver was already waiting at the mouth of the alley.
Compared with Li Ye, Hao Jian, and Jin Peng, Wang Jianqiang could only be considered a modestly wealthy "little brother,"
but within Fenghua Apparel, he was still a veteran manager with ten years under his belt, in charge of all warehousing and logistics operations around the capital. Several thousand people under him had to call him President Wang.
So once Wang Jianqiang got out of Li Ye's car, he was no longer the meek and submissive fifth brother. His entire bearing changed.
The driver hurriedly opened the door for Wang Jianqiang and attended to his boss as he got in. Though he had been called over in the middle of the night, there was not the slightest hint of reluctance.
Just as someone decades later would say: if a boss paying me an annual salary of fifty thousand called me in the middle of the night, that boss was fucking inhuman. But if a boss paying me five hundred thousand called me, I'd run faster than if I heard my own father had been hospitalized.
The term "breadwinner" had survived thousands of years of selection for a reason.
As Wang Jianqiang got into the car and prepared to leave, Li Ye suddenly asked, "Qiangzi, are you going back to visit the graves this year?"
Wang Jianqiang froze for a moment, then said, "I told my family I had to be on duty at work."
Ever since getting married, Wang Jianqiang had rarely returned to Qingshui County. Even during the New Year, he used being on duty at work as an excuse not to go back. After all, for warehouse workers in the garment industry, Spring Festival duty was a