Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude Translations

After enjoying the roasted duck, everyone returned to the hotel utterly satisfied, too tired even to crack a joke.

Although Jiang Qin had improved everyone’s work efficiency through clever management, the effect was similar to that of a stimulant. Once it wore off, only endless fatigue and soreness remained.

In such a state, it was unlikely for anyone to venture out for a stroll in the night.

Jiang Qin, exhausted from Feng Nanshu’s relentless pace, decided to sleep immediately after his bath. He wouldn’t open his eyes even if the sky fell, let alone if Feng Nanshu came calling.

The next second, Jiang Qin’s phone, left on the table, began to vibrate and ring incessantly.

“…”

After a long silence, Jiang Qin decided to follow the old rule: if the call wasn’t important enough to be answered at once, it could wait until morning.

Unexpectedly, the phone kept ringing, forcing Jiang to reluctantly pick it up and ask wearily who it was.

“Mr. He, is it something that can be explained in just a few words?” Jiang Qin asked listlessly.

He Yijun was taken aback, “How can it be an important matter if it can be resolved in just a few words? I was planning to talk to you all night.”

Jiang Qin was utterly drained, “Alright, just tell me what it is. Is it something that benefits both of us, or do you need my help with something?”

“I need your help.”

“So, you need my help? Well, Mr. He, don’t blame me for taking advantage of the situation. I’d prefer you to send your lengthy explanation in an email to my inbox. I’ll glance over it tomorrow morning.”

He Yijun was cursing on the other end of the line, “Jiang Qin, you’re really something!”

Jiang Qin chuckled, though he could barely keep his eyes open, “You’re asking for my help, shouldn’t I be a bit bold?”

“Fine, just wait. I’ll curse you out in an acrostic poem in my email.”

“…”

Jiang Qin didn’t even know if He Yijun had hung up as he fell into a deep sleep, not dreaming at all. His expression was one of utter peace. Eight hours later, he was revitalized, his youthful body seemingly unfamiliar with fatigue. After completing several sets of abdominal exercises, he felt as strong as ever.

After the workout and a shower, Jiang Qin admired his well-defined abs in the bathroom mirror from various angles.

“Looks like I’ve made it,” he thought, patting his stomach. He planned to take his team to a coastal city for a break once their inspection tour of the four cities was over.

Otherwise, how could he “accidentally” show off his abs to others?

Mr. Jiang twisted his mouth, opened the curtains to let in the dawn light, and then checked his email for work reports from the business and marketing departments.

After reading the reports, he suddenly remembered the previous night’s call and found a new email from He Yijun in his inbox. The email was a lengthy treatise on Wanzhong Group’s future business plans.

Of course, the general content wasn’t the main point. The crucial part was what He Yijun wrote at the end of the email.

“Mr. Jiang, prepare some funds for me. A mall in the neighboring city is struggling, and I’ve spoken with their owner about taking over.”

After pondering for a while, Jiang Qin typed swiftly, “Read. Old He, prepare some shares for me. It’s been too long since I had a win-win. Life’s been too dull.”

Within five minutes of sending the email, He Yijun called back, roaring furiously, “Jiang, your request is a bit excessive!”

“Mr. He, are you borrowing the money or not?”

“I am, of course, I need the loan.”

The new year’s reforms at Wanzhong Mall had drained He Yijun’s reserves. Although the reformed Wanzhong was thriving, the funds couldn’t be recouped quickly. He also owed the bank a significant debt, leaving him vulnerable to Jiang Qin’s demands.

The bastard, he still hadn’t finished winning!

Jiang Qin’s lips curled up, filled with the pleasure of being a financial backer. Although he had spent a substantial amount of money on aggressive marketing strategies earlier, the group-buying initiative had already established a solid foothold in Linchuan, continuously drawing profits from the market. Allocating a few million was not a problem.

Moreover, since the turn of the millennium, the purchasing power of the Chinese Yuan had severely declined, further exacerbated by trade restrictions against China, leading to rapid devaluation. Rather than letting it sit in the bank like waste paper, investing it seemed a wiser option.

However, Jiang Qin’s intended investment was not in industries, but in He Yijun as a person.

When Zhihu was just starting and making some headway, He Yijun had approached him for advertising. At that time, Jiang Qin was just an obscure, foolish college student, while Old He was a bona fide wealthy businessman from Linchuan.

Willing to lower his status to seek a partnership, Jiang Qin felt it was worth giving He Yijun a chance. If he were ten years younger, he would undoubtedly be a leading figure of the era.

Additionally, after the Linchuan business banquet, Old He mysteriously sensed the winds of change and hastily began planning reforms. He bravely cut off his most profitable pure-sales business and dived headfirst into the new venture.

Although Jiang Qin was an anomaly of the era, the fact that He Yijun could leverage this anomaly to transcend conventional bounds was not something ordinary people could achieve.

Vision, courage, ruthlessness, and sensitivity – He Yijun had it all. The only thing missing was the right opportunity, which now seemed to have presented itself.

“When will you be back in Linchuan? Let’s discuss this in person,” He Yijun finally conceded after some thought.

Jiang Qin pondered for a moment, “I’m currently inspecting markets out of town. It will take about half a month to finish. I’ll return by the end of the month.”

“Alright, then let’s meet at Wanzhong in half a month and discuss in detail,” He Yijun agreed.

“Make sure you prepare a good bait, a tempting one that makes me drool at first sight. Otherwise, I won’t easily bite,” Jiang Qin teased.

He Yijun, almost bursting with frustration, cursed and hung up fiercely.

Delighted, Jiang Qin got up and fetched the rich yet naive little lady from next door, taking her to the second-floor buffet for breakfast.

Gradually, the others woke up, and everyone gathered in the buffet, joining three tables to form a long one.

“While we have breakfast, let me outline today’s tasks,” Jiang Qin began.

“Lanlan and Tan Qing, head to Tsinghua and Peking University to collect the survey responses and settle the commissions. The rest of you will accompany me to other universities to look for new inspirations.”

“At 1 PM, let’s meet in the hotel lobby to decide where to play and then indulge ourselves!”

His words sparked cheers among the 208 core employees, sweeping away their morning fatigue and speeding up their breakfast.

This is what a people’s entrepreneur, who had tasted the bitterness of the lower strata, does best. He knew exactly what to say and when, offering a timely boost whenever laziness crept in.

So, they split into teams for the day’s activities.

Zhihu’s target audience was university students, so regional promotional activities didn’t need full coverage. It was enough to make an impression at well-known universities, with the rest falling into place naturally. Therefore, today’s research task wasn’t heavy; it felt more like a leisurely stroll.

Many in team 208 were avid shoppers, buying numerous cultural and creative products like bookmarks and t-shirts as souvenirs to stuff in their bags, though it was unclear whom they would give them to.

Feng Nanshu, not particularly inclined to shop, enjoyed taking photos everywhere.

Lu Xuemei, as the team’s photographer and now the boss lady’s personal photographer, followed their lead, capturing every moment.

Universities across the country generally looked the same, except for some iconic buildings worth visiting. However, Feng Nanshu stopped in front of a wall inscribed with “Diligent Study and Progress” and tirelessly posed with the character “Qin” (diligent).

Jiang Qin pretended to be clueless, but his heart raced uncontrollably.

After collecting the survey responses, they packed up and prepared to move to Qianmen Street for better access to the next day’s destinations.

“Damn, real estate in the capital is insanely expensive. Are these hotels near the 2nd Ring Road made of gold? Why are they so pricey?” Jiang Qin exclaimed, holding the invoice.

“This was the group’s unanimous choice, as it’s convenient for sightseeing. Dong Wenhao mentioned that the filming location for ‘Divine Doctor Xi Lai Le’ is nearby, and they specifically wanted to visit it,” someone explained.

Jiang Qin was puzzled, “You mean Dashilar? Forget it, although Xi Lai Le in the drama is set in Dashilar, the actual filming location was in Wuxi.”

“So what’s in Dashilar now?” Wei Lanlan asked, somewhat confused.

“It’s probably a commercial street now. Never mind, let’s just stay there. We can afford it.”

Jiang Qin handed the invoice to Xu Yu and led the fifteen-person group into the hotel elevator. They checked into their rooms according to their numbers and, after enduring the hottest part of the day, left the hotel at 3 PM for a session of intense sightseeing and dining.

Traveling was essentially about spending hard-earned money in a place where others were bored of living, returning home exhausted unless one had a sexy escort to share the journey.

Dashilar – a street https://zh.wikipedia.org/zh-cn/%E5%A4%A7%E6%A0%85%E6%A0%8F

Xi Lai Le – show “Magic Doctor Xi Lai Le” https://zh.wikipedia.org/zh-tw/%E7%A5%9E%E5%8C%BB%E5%96%9C%E6%9D%A5%E4%B9%90

2nd Ring Road “The 2nd Ring Road (Chinese: 二环路; pinyin: èr huán lù) is the innermost ring road highway which encircles the city center of Beijing, People’s Republic of China. (The first ring road had been a circular tram route.)” from wikipedia.

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