"Didn't I tell you not to look for me these past two days?"
Miss Wang looked at Wang Yan in the driver's seat with displeasure, though there was a trace of excitement in her voice...
"Yes, but today was already the third day." Wang Yan smiled. "Was there a decision?"
"They transferred me to work at a warehouse belonging to one of No. 27's subsidiary companies, over in Yangpu. They said they wanted to observe my performance and would transfer me back to No. 27 later. I handed in my resignation on the spot. The procedures will start in the next couple of days, and I'll be leaving soon."
When she stopped speaking, Wang Yan thoughtfully asked, "What's next? What are you planning?"
"I want to start my own clothing company."
"I understand that you don't want to rely on my help, but I do happen to have money and influence. No matter what, you can't avoid that. This insistence of yours is honestly rather meaningless—too affected. I'm not denying you, but the truth is, many people think they can build a career from nothing. More often than not, they fail miserably, pile up debts, and never recover.
"Even in this great era of national change, we hear every day about this person or that person doing some business and making a fortune. But have you ever looked into it? Did those people truly rely entirely on their own abilities?
"If you start your own company, you definitely won't have production capacity, so you'll need to find someone else to manufacture for you. Who's going to introduce them to you? When it comes to finding sales channels, who will find those for you? If you want foreign trade orders, won't you still have to go through No. 27 and Jin