Every time Ding Ding was ready to accept the ebb of his fortunes, good luck came surging back.
Just as he had met Little Bai when he went bankrupt, he had later met Zheng Xixi, who threw money around, when he was strapped for cash.
Ding Ding was an ambitious businessman. His company's orders were steady now, and although the factories were willing to show him some consideration, his was hardly the only business they served.
Whenever a delivery deadline was tight, Ding Ding inevitably had to go out and wine and dine people. It was a real nuisance.
But securing land and building a factory was a major undertaking. Ding Ding had not thought that far ahead; he only planned to talk to the factories after the New Year and see whether he could buy a stake. Then one would count as his own, too.
Who knew someone would offer him a pillow just as he was getting sleepy?
In his office, Ding Ding gently set down the documents in his hand and looked very solemnly at the woman before him.
"At this price... you might as well be giving it away."
He actually had no visitors scheduled that day, but because it was He Jing, Ding Ding had welcomed her in anyway.
After all, she was a woman who deserved to be treated with courtesy. Admiration might be too strong a word, but just short of admiration, she could certainly serve as an example.
He Jing nodded. "Aside from the price, I have one condition."
Ding Ding rose and topped up her hot tea. "Please, go ahead."
"I hope all the employees at my factory can stay."
"Of course." Ding Ding had guessed as much, but he was also puzzled. "Why me?"
He Jing gave a rare smile,