CXnovel Chapter 1154 - 1156
Chapter 1154 - 1156
In all the busyness, the final exams are approaching again.
In the past, every exam would be a chance for other departments to wonder who the new TOP1 would be, but for the second-year law department, it was always Gong Ruini.
Her dominating scores left no room for anyone to catch up.
But this time was different; they truly saw hope because Gong Ruini was genuinely busy.
Even though some people were frightened hearing that Gong Ruini effortlessly flipped through a book, knowing she had matters to attend to, someone always dared to think there was hope in overtaking her.
Having dreams is great, but it doesn’t change the fact that Gong Ruini finishes her exams early every time.
Submitting it is one thing, but even if she’s filled the paper, it might not result in a satisfactory score.
Yet they weren’t foolish; they noticed the proctors would immediately look at Gong Ruini’s paper as soon as they received it.
Since the proctors were law professors, their expressions revealed how well Gong Ruini performed.
For instance, the smiles on the proctors’ faces made their hearts sink.
Some suspected it might be a trap set by the teachers, waiting for them to rush in and work hard.
"Have you heard, Gong Ruini did well in all her previous exams."
"Not just well – it’s said she’s secured first place again this time."
Those with average scores envy and are jealous of Gong Ruini’s success, but all they can do is talk about it.
To them, the view from the top is nice, but even running can’t help them catch up; it’s better to follow their own pace.
Now and then, they watch for laughs, seeing how those who thought too highly of themselves react.
"No way." If everyone submitted at the last moment, knowing Gong Ruini did well at least comforts them; that she too waited till the end proves the exam was tough.
But submitting early and solving the questions so well...how will they handle it?
It indeed burdens their future top lawyers or judges of this class, and suppresses countless students in future batches.
As for those who boasted earlier, now they can’t even jump in; they want to avoid ridicule.
At this moment, all they need is time, hoping everyone forgets what they said before.
Gong Ruini doesn’t care about the frustration and anxiety of those who vowed to be number one, no matter how amusing their reactions are.
To Gong Ruini, there are more important things to do.
For instance, she must plan next year’s factory development.
"Alas, the factory for Aunt Flo tools also needs to expand." Knowing how good the product is, sales aren’t a problem, but the popularity was unexpected.
Gong Ruini truly admires Wan Qiweng; she absolutely respects her as a powerful woman.
Even though Zhan Jing is a formidable person, many business talents have said this woman revived the faltering traditional medicine brand.
But without Zhao Xuran, would Zhan Jing have developed this factory so well?
It’s actually Zhao Xuran’s merit.
Only Wan Qiweng persisted from the project’s inception to now alone.
"That’s great, but are you planning to continue the factory in Beijing?" Zhao Xuran asked upon hearing Gong Ruini talk about production expansion, recalling something.
"Where else besides Beijing," Gong Ruini knew the best should be developing it elsewhere.
The problem is, "I’m so busy I could fly – do you think I can patrol any outer regions?"
"Don’t even talk about Aunt; even when she returns from the United States, I’m expected to stay busy."
Wan Qiweng plans to have a child at an older age, neither Cai Ming nor Mei Na would be comfortable with her inspecting businesses away.
They wouldn’t let Wan Qiweng leave her child to conduct business inspections, assigning that task to Gong Ruini.
The thought of such a hectic schedule makes her want to cry.
"You wouldn’t want me to be that busy now, would you?" Flights are infrequent; many trips need trains.
The thought of inspecting in scorching summer and freezing winter made Gong Ruini want to cry, "You can’t trap me like this."
Ah, he only casually mentioned it; how did it take such a turn from his wife’s words, perhaps she underestimated him?
Zhao Xuran wanted to protest but had to yield under his wife’s compelling stare.
"I meant if we’re in Beijing, we should look further away, acquire more land."
"And then I want to expand the pharmaceutical factory." His brother is constantly developing drugs; whether they open a factory for producing their developed medicines or expand their current one, space is essential.
"While we’re expanding several factories, let’s fight for policy support."
Policy support? As domestic investors, what policies can they get, unless recent policy changes?
Gong Ruini pondered; she hadn’t heard of any policy changes, so perhaps it’s to appease big operators, easing policies a bit?
Thinking about it, Gong Ruini didn’t see this as highly possible.
"We need land. Even the upper echelons realized its importance; land isn’t sold at ’cabbage prices’ anymore." Zhao Xuran regretted it, "Imagine if we’d acquired more land back then."
"Ah, we were too conservative." Zhao Xuran truly regretted not being bolder back then.
Seeing Zhao Xuran’s regret, Gong Ruini laughed, "Many in Beijing must regret not acquiring more land."
Life is spent constantly regretting; years later, folks still wonder why they didn’t buy houses when they were cheap.
"We’re better off compared to them, aren’t we?"
"It won’t do; I’m going to Shen City to acquire land."
"Even if I don’t invest there now, building factories for lease later will be worthwhile," Zhao Xuran declared sharply.
"I don’t believe Shen City would forever confine its ambitions to such a small area; it’s bound to expand outward."
Zhao Xuran would never contemplate city district land, nor could he compete for it; despite not being an Overseas Dragon, even they couldn’t stand against local forces.
Aha, he plans to acquire land in Shen City suburbs – Gong Ruini is curious where he’ll start; her anticipation is genuine.
Gong Zhuang likely played a role here; since his development in Shen City began, his growth pace visibly escalated.
"After the Spring Festival?"
Zhao Xuran felt a bit embarrassed; typically by this time, relaxation would have commenced.
But now he couldn’t relax, or he’d accumulate endless workload next year.