Chapter 1710: Chapter 1711: Young Lady, Please Spare Me
"You’re the little girl! I’m already an adult!" Cen Panxia seemed sensitive to that word, after all, she wasn’t very tall, and as a fifteen-year-old junior high student, she looked just like an elementary school kid.
You nodded with a smile, indicating understanding, then asked, "So which school does Lady Cen attend?"
"Of course, Haitian Middle School, you dummy!"
"Haitian Middle School, got it, then let’s head there immediately." With that, you grabbed the keys and led Cen Panxia out of Zhang Qiang’s office.
Seeing you and Cen Panxia leave, Zhang Qiang sat alone in the office, talking to himself, "Li Jiu, I hope you won’t let me down."
You both entered the dedicated elevator for Zhang Qiang. As the elevator doors closed, Cen Panxia suddenly seemed a bit nervous. Seeing this, you couldn’t help but pat Cen Panxia’s head, smiling as you said, "Don’t be nervous, it’s just a distance of a few dozen seconds, we’ll reach the ground floor soon."
This time, Cen Panxia didn’t speak but tightly clutched the small ordinary backpack hanging on her shoulder, her face slightly pale.
Seeing Cen Panxia’s expression, you knew she probably had claustrophobia. This condition isn’t common in China, but is more prevalent in Europe and America.
The citizens of China have a very unique feature, and that is fusion, much like the sea, capable of infinitely accommodating all foreign people and things.
The Chinese nationality itself is a great fusion, they do not have the purest lineage, and all their wisdom and systems are gradually formed through constant conflict and collision.
Not to mention, the Chinese text is the hardest in the world to learn and understand. And it’s just the text; there’s also the idioms, slang, dialects, and so forth that are intertwined with Chinese culture.
Why are Chinese people particularly smart? Why is Chinese civilization more complex and variable compared to other civilizations?
It’s because Chinese people understand how to integrate and improve.
Not to mention, they are better off with allergies.
People in Europe and America are very prone to allergies, like peanuts and pollen; in comparison, Chinese people are much less susceptible.
Maybe someone might ask why?
The reason is actually quite simple. Mainly because the diet in Europe and America is too monotonous, many people even strongly reject foods they’ve never eaten before. The population has naturally lost their antibodies to these foods over hundreds of years of replication.
In Europe and America, if a child is picky about food, parents generally don’t pay much attention, thinking that as long as it doesn’t affect health, it’s okay, at most, they give some vitamin tablets; but in China, if a child is picky, parents will definitely delve into the root cause, some parents even force the child to eat it, instilling the concept of not wasting food from an early age.
Soon, the elevator doors opened, and Cen Panxia was the first to walk out, while you slowly followed her.
Outside the elevator was the underground garage, which, like this one, was different from the garage for ordinary employees, relatively safer, with far fewer parked vehicles, and at a glance, most of the cars parked here were luxury cars worth over 600,000.
Seeing no one around, Cen Panxia said to you, "Hey, Li Jiu! If you dare to tell anyone about what just happened, I’ll immediately get my uncle to fire you!"
Of course, you wouldn’t bother with Cen Panxia, smiling as you made a gesture of zipping your lips, and said, "Don’t worry, I don’t like gossiping, let alone spreading others’ secrets."
"Hmm, you do have potential." Cen Panxia quickly changed her tune and reverted from her previous frightened demeanor.
Under Cen Panxia’s guidance, you found Cen Nong’s car, a Bentley worth over two million Chinese Yuan.
After sitting in the driver’s seat, Cen Panxia, from the back seat, smiled and said to you, "Li Jiu, if you take me out to play, I’ll tell you a secret."
"No way." You shook your head, "You’re a student now, and as a student, you should study hard. After the holidays, you can go wherever you want to play."
Cen Panxia pressed her hands on the car seat and leaned over beside you, asking, "What if I tell you it’s a secret about my mom?"
"That still has nothing to do with me, right now I’m just your driver." With that, you started the car with one button, buckled your seatbelt, turned back to Cen Panxia, and said, "Lady Cen, buckle up, thank you."
The title "Lady Cen" made Cen Panxia very comfortable, and she immediately sat safely as you said, with a smile, and buckled her seatbelt.
On the road, Cen Panxia kept chattering like a little sparrow, making it impossible for you to have a moment of peace.
Cen Panxia seemed very curious about you, asking all sorts of questions:
"Hey, where do you live now?"
"Furong District."
"How many people are in your family? Do you live with your parents? Any siblings?"
"Just me, an only child."
"Hey, hey, I see you look pretty good, you should already have a girlfriend, right?"
"No."
"What, you don’t have a girlfriend? Hmm—really, false?"
"I’ve always been single. Nowadays, these girls look at family background first when choosing a partner. As poor as I am, finding a girlfriend would be a miracle."
"No way, you really don’t have a girlfriend? Okay, I’ll believe you this once," said Cen Panxia, then asked again, "Hey, hey, do you have a girl you like?"
"Not at the moment."
"No? Then tell me, what type of girl do you like?"
You were really outdone by Cen Panxia’s barrage of questions, so you surrendered and said, "Lady Cen, please give me a break, I still need to focus on driving."
"Oh, come on, my grades are good anyway, missing a class or two doesn’t matter." Cen Panxia continued smiling at you as if she was quite fond of you, the reason she kept prying into your information was to see if you were a match for her mother, Cen Nong.
Being only a junior high student, Cen Panxia’s worldview was limited, Zhang Qiang let her approach you not merely to have her evaluate you but mainly to ensure she wouldn’t interfere with the interaction between you and Cen Nong.
Zhang Qiang knew countless people and could immediately see that you were different, and he had also privately gauged Cen Nong’s thoughts, knowing that she had some interest too, which is why he involved Cen Panxia.
In Zhang Qiang’s view, as long as Cen Panxia agreed, 70% of the issue would be resolved, and the remaining 30% would naturally be your personal matters.
Cen Panxia’s bright eyes rolled slightly, and then she smiled and asked you, "Hey, hey, you still haven’t answered my previous question? What type do you like? Mature woman, older sister, or lolita?"
You casually replied, "An older sister with a mature woman’s figure and a lolita’s heart, satisfied?"