Hearing Nalan Yaqi's complaint, Wang Ye couldn't help laughing.
True enough, this was China, not Russia.
Over there, relying on his "power and influence," he could practically do whatever he wanted.
But in China, he had to follow the rules here.
Without Wang Ye's influence protecting her, it was extraordinarily difficult for Nalan Yaqi to do anything.
If Wang Ye were willing to say a few words and have the Chinese partners lend a hand, opening gas stations would naturally be easy for Nalan Yaqi.
But he couldn't be bothered to bring it up. It wasn't worth owing someone a favor over such a trivial matter. Compared with that, Wang Ye would rather pay out of pocket and give Nalan Yaqi more spending money!
So Wang Ye ignored the matter and simply said with a smile,
"Alright, it's not like you're short of money. Why bother with something so troublesome?
When the branch company opens gas stations, that's a business operation, and they're opening outlets on a large scale. It's completely different from your little personal gas station.
Forget about it. Let's go to Prince's Garden. Haven't you been wanting to take a look for ages?"
Nalan Yaqi's eyes lit up. She immediately threw the gas station matter to the back of her mind, grabbed Wang Ye's arm, and asked, "Is it finished being renovated? Can we stay there tonight?"
"Haha, the renovation is more or less done, but it'll probably be a few more days before we can move in. They haven't done the final cleaning yet, and there probably aren't any quilts, blankets, or things like that either. After all, they had no idea I'd suddenly return to China. They only found out when I called just now," Wang Ye said with a smile.
Nalan Yaqi curled her