A fierce storm raged over Xucheng in March, painting the sky and land inky black.
The rapeseed fields lining the road thrived in the downpour, stretching eagerly toward the sky. From a distance, they formed a panorama of lush, vibrant green.
Chen Yansen leaned against the car window, recalling Xu Zhenhui's words. "President Chen, I can't speak for other cities, but for Xucheng, just say the word and the authorization documents for Fast Taxi will be on your desk the very same day."
'He's really afraid Orange Technology and Pinbei Mall will just pack up and leave!'
In truth, Chen Yansen had no immediate plans to move his companies, but it was time to start preparing for the possibility.
Xucheng's supporting infrastructure was, after all, somewhat lacking.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still a student at Xuyuan, he probably would have moved long ago.
