Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Second Generation of the Bank

On the first day of winter vacation, Xiao Zhijie looked sad, Wang Changning looked envious, and Feng Yiping hurriedly set off for the provincial capital.

Xiao Zhijie was sad because they had just finished the exam yesterday, and today they would continue with normal classes. Only Feng Yiping waved his hand again and went off.

Wang Changning envies him because his parents and sister are also in the provincial capital, and it's been almost a year since he last saw them. Besides, his parents and sister have also been in the provincial capital for more than a year, and he also wants to go and see them, but that's just something he can think about. As soon as he tries to ask for leave, his class teacher will definitely not approve.

Feng Yiping can't do anything about it. A few months ago, he asked Gao Zhiyi and Li Jia to find out for him at the University of Political Science and Law if there were any second-generation members of the banking industry. They really found one for him, and I heard that he is the son of a branch manager and is also a junior.

Gao Zhiyi and the others were going back to their hometowns for the winter holidays, and they had already been waiting for him in the provincial capital for a few days, so he dared not delay.

It was past nine o'clock before he arrived in the provincial capital again, and this time he was treated differently, as Feng Zhenchang came to pick him up in person.

Standing next to the station entrance, in the dim light, Feng Zhenchang tried hard to find his son in the noisy crowd at a glance, 'Over here!' He waved to Feng Yiping.

After taking the backpack from his son, Feng Yiping knew that if his mother had come to pick him up, the first thing she would have asked him was if he had eaten at lunch.

'Not bad, the questions weren't difficult, and I did well. I should be in the top few in the county!'

'I expect you to be as well.' Over the past two years, Feng Yiping has always been beaten by one or two students from the county experimental middle school, and he and Mei Qiuping are still very confident in his grades.

Feng Yiping, who was walking behind his father, was a little confused. Why was he walking to the side, away from the bus stop? He never would have thought that Feng Zhenchang would take him to get a taxi. Come on, how could they bear to do that!

Could it be that he had ridden over on the tricycle?

Feng Zhenchang seemed to be deliberately keeping things a secret, silently carrying his son's bag and walking in front of him. Then he opened the door of a van parked by the roadside and pointed happily at the car and said to Feng Yiping, 'This is our car!' He looked just like a child who had finally got the toy he wanted.

'You got your driver's license?' Feng Yiping was also a little happy, and looked around the car. It was a high-roofed silver-grey Changhe van. Compared to the later vans, the lights were much simpler, the paint job was obviously inferior, and the seams were larger everywhere. Apart from that, well, it was pretty much the same.

Feng Yiping patted the car body, which was still quite sturdy. After all, it was made in a military factory nowadays, and the materials were quite solid.

He opened the passenger door and saw that the seat was covered in a blue and white checkered seat cover. 'Your mother and sister sewed it themselves,' Feng Zhenchang said, watching Feng Yiping look around.

Well, this is really their aesthetic style. Apart from being practical, it really isn't...very pleasing to the eye.

As he got into the car, he habitually slammed the door shut, and Feng Zhenchang immediately said, 'Be careful, it's still a new car!'

After looking around, he saw that the car was very cleanly packed with nothing superfluous, except for the seat covers and a small hanging ornament with a portrait of Mao on the rear-view mirror.

Feng Yiping skillfully looked at the nameplate above the seat. The data was really pitifully low: the displacement was less than one litre, only 797 ml, and at 3,500 rpm, the maximum power was 35 horsepower and the maximum torque 51 Nm. The power was estimated to be only half that of the later minivans, and even less than a fraction of most family cars.

However, Feng Zhenchang treasures this car like a treasure. He starts the car with some difficulty, then carefully turns onto the main road, being very careful, for fear of scratching or bumping it.

Feng Yiping has also been afraid to speak, for fear of disturbing him. When there are few cars on the road, he asks, 'How much did it cost?'

'All in all, more than 40,000 yuan! Your mother was very reluctant to part with it.' Of course she was reluctant to part with it. More than 40,000 yuan! With a little more, you could buy a small apartment.

'Did your brother-in-law buy one too?'

'Just in the past few days. He wanted a white one, but the store doesn't have any in stock right now.'

When she saw Feng Yiping, Mei Qiuping once again examined him from top to bottom, pulling him under the light to see if there were any scars on his face. 'You, you, you shouldn't have kept it from us back then. If we had known, those sons of bitches wouldn't have been able to walk back standing up.'

Feng Yuxuan always teased her younger brother when she saw him. 'Oh, here comes the great warrior Feng! I hear you're the unbeatable fighter in Liangjiahe!'

This teasing remark was met with Mei Qiuping giving her a few hard knocks on the head.

The next day at noon, Feng Zhenchang sent Feng Yiping to the entrance of the University of Finance and Economics. As soon as Li Jia saw him, he immediately held out his hand. 'Where's the stuff?'

'So anxious, Brother Fatty, are you sad?' Feng Yiping asked with a smile.

'What's there to be sad about? They are really handsome!'

Feng Yiping handed Li Jia an envelope. Li Jia opened it and immediately let out a "wow" as she saw the signed photos of the two kings, Liu and Li, and the two CDs inside.

'Where's mine?' Gao Zhiyi also held out his hand.

'Unforgettable!' Feng Yiping gave him the other envelope, which contained signed photos of Faye Wong and the God of Song, who had just recently returned to their real names. Gao Zhiyi had just had a look, but Li Jia snatched it away, "What are you doing? You don't like them, do you?'

'That doesn't mean you can use this to trick girls!" Li Jia said with righteous indignation. Haha, it seems that these two, under the influence of the external factor of Feng Yiping, seem to have generated some sparks.

As for these things, of course they are the spoils of the summer vacation trip to Hong Kong.

He and the son of the branch manager met at a western restaurant next to the university town. To be honest, the decor made Feng Yiping feel very uncomfortable. The design probably intended to be elegant and luxurious, but the overall effect was mediocre. The main colour was too dark, and the windows were not big, making people feel very oppressed.

The three of them ordered three glasses of orange juice and waited for more than half an hour. The waiter made at least two rounds of the restaurant before a young man in black leather clothing hurriedly walked in. He saw Gao Zhiyi waving and quickly walked over. 'Sorry, I got held up by something last minute,' he said.

This was a tall, thin young man with a small slicked-back hairdo. He was dressed simply and stylishly, and after saying a few words, he sat down next to Gao Zhiyi.

Gao Zhiyi introduced the two of them to each other. The son of the branch manager was called Ma Jiwei. Feng Yiping got up and shook his hand. Seeing the double-F logo on his leather jacket, he said, 'Oh my, luxury goods!'

Ma Jiwei drank some water while reaching out to shake hands with him. 'Feng, did you bring what I asked for?'

'I've got it ready!' Feng Yiping took out a small box from his bag. It was a disc of the PolyGram 20th anniversary concert. The focus was not on the disc, but on a piece of paper attached to it, which had been signed by every singer who performed.

Ma Jiwai took it over and looked at it carefully before smiling. 'This is a rare thing. You've got some connections!'

Feng Yiping smiled and said nothing.

Li Jia ordered a pasta dish, while the three guys all ordered steak. The food was just so-so, and the only thing that was special about it was its high price!

During the meal, they mainly talked about things at school. Feng Yiping didn't have much to say, and Li Jia and Gao Zhiyi tried to steer the conversation a few times. Finally, at the end of the meal, Ma Jiwei asked, 'What level is your home's interior design company?'

Feng Yiping suddenly had a better opinion of this young man. He was indeed a bit of a catch, and not the kind of person many people described as a useless rich kid.

However, this question had hit him where it hurt. 'The company was just established at the beginning of the year, but it has already undertaken projects totalling nearly 600,000 yuan this year.'

Ma Jiyi understood at once that it meant the company did not even have a Grade 3 qualification. 'That's quite good, you should be able to apply for a Grade 3 qualification in a year or two.'

He wrote down a phone number and pager number for Feng Yiping, "These are my contact details, feel free to get in touch if you need anything.'

After that, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, waved his hand to get the waiter to come and pay the bill, and said, "No, no, no!' Gao Zhiyi held his hand down, 'Then I won't be rude, I have something to do, I'll go first, goodbye, and Feng, thanks for today!'

'Not bad!' After he left, Gao Zhiyi comforted Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping of course knew that this had to be done step by step. With his contact information, if he could go to his house during the New Year to recognise the door, then today's efforts would be worthwhile.

However, there was always a feeling of being a little stifled!