stages of their children's lives.Zeng Na, who was observing the goods on the shelves, noticed Su Cen’s expression. Coincidentally, everyone had turned to this topic, and his mother Zeng Ke teasingly a...Chapter 98: Call

Casan's room was also booked at the Jinmao Grand Hyatt Hotel, but naturally, Tang Wu did not stay with him. "It's unlikely that we would be in the same place," he thought to himself. Of course, since they were both staying at the same hotel, Su Chan didn't cause any commotion like sneaking into Tang Wu's room late at night to chat about scenery and life from bedside to bedfoot.

This wasn't because Su Chan was a monk, but rather that Tang Wu's father lived next door to her. Both of them were staying in seventy-second floor suites with views of the river. He stayed alone on the sixtieth floor, fully covered by Tang Wu's father in terms of expenses and everything else. As such, he didn't need to worry about anything, but it did succeed in separating him from Tang Wu.

Standing by the window, gazing down at the Pudong River and Lujiazui skyline, one could feel a slight dizziness in this spectacular night view of the city. But when he thought that Tang Wu might be watching the river scene ten floors above him at this moment, standing under dim lights to look at the bustling world with its crisscrossing traffic, Su Chan's sense of loneliness would diminish greatly.

He didn't belong to this era, but what he saw could not be shared with anyone. As a creature existing in time and space, he was destined to endure this loneliness that doesn't fit the present times.

Since his rebirth, Su Chan would like to sum up phases of his life. Looking at this world which unknowingly had been through almost three years since his rebirth, whether it was what had already happened or yet to happen in the future, did he really have no regrets

In fact, perhaps there wasn't anything perfect. After his rebirth and change of destiny, he seemed to have left behind his original life track; Liu Rui and Xue Yiyang from Xiahai now remained in that city fighting for their upcoming third semester. These once closest friends had separated.

Many people who were part of his life previously were no longer together either; some former friends might never be seen again, just like how some would inevitably become meteors, existing only as a brief moment in memory on tape or at traffic lights, or somewhere that could store everything but which was now lost.

Perhaps he was destined to go further, standing atop the tallest hotel not only in China but also globally, looking down upon this deep world before him.

The rebirth brought everything he had never dared to dream of. If someone from three years ago, Su Cen, was told that one day he would stand beside Tang Wu on the 88th floor of Shanghai Jin Mao Hotel and watch the river view together, he might think it was delusional.

Tang Wu had been gone for a long time. People left his life, friends got married and had children; natural disasters struck China year after year; famines continued in some parts of the world while wars raged on elsewhere; people still clamored for RMB appreciation; and there was an escalating arms race globally with no signs of surpassing the fourth generation fighter jets. The world seemed to be calmly descending into madness.

But now, standing at the beginning of his third year after rebirth, he saw a thriving 2001 full of endless possibilities. He wouldn’t just see everything as dark and gloomy.

He called his parents; Su Licheng and Zeng He were extremely excited over the phone. They thought they would be seeing their son who had been in America for three months, only to hear he was staying in Shanghai for a day; their eagerness couldn’t hide.

The large construction site had continued to operate smoothly during these three months. Su Cen could sense from his father’s voice over the transatlantic call that his work remained stable without too much pressure, and the year-end earnings had been quite satisfactory. The business was outstanding; its status and reputation within the company were gradually rising.

His mother Zeng He's eleventh branch store in Chengdu East District opened at Sichuan University, taking over most of the territory around major universities in Chengdu. As a provincial distributor for Shushan Stationery, Zeng Ke started to develop and expand its network into secondary cities like Xia Hai within Sichuan province.

The Shushan stationery factory had relocated to the economic development zone in Chengdu, occupying 130 mu of land. The new industrial park identified Shushan Stationery as a promising enterprise and provided government financial support for tax payments retained locally; many policies were also quite favorable.

The new factory accommodated 150 employees and dormitories for them. Relocating the factory and introducing new production lines had already consumed most of the initial bank loan of seven million yuan. Now, Shushan was raising another ten million in loans to expand its production line further while sending out salespeople by batches across all provinces to connect with first-tier distributors. They were preparing to roll out their network nationwide and officially launch a brand strategy plan.

The Dunhuang Mall had settled down in Chengdu, opening on a day that saw an unprecedented boom in business. The mall’s trademark and design were very close to the hearts of the people, fitting well with mass consumption habits. Sales figures for that day shocked even retail industry insiders who called it a "miracle."

The vice president of the Dunhuang Mall stated in an interview, "To ensure accurate sales statistics this year, we specially invited professionals from the Finance and Trade Management Cadre College to supervise and verify. We place consumer favorites front and center during our store anniversary promotions, so a significant increase in sales should be expected as a matter of course. In competing for the store anniversary, it's all about service and price; impressive sales figures are indeed welcome news, but merely focusing on the numbers is not enough. The most critical aspect is analyzing what lies behind these figures. Perhaps those seemingly simple business strategies are the key to creating miracles."

Su Cen also called Wang Weiwei and the others. Lin Zhoudou picked up the phone, nearly gushing with relief: "Su Cen, you're finally back! You have no idea how bad it's been for us! Our only winter break was filled with piecemeal make-up classes, leaving us barely any time to rest. We had thirty days off in total but spent fifteen of them catching up on schoolwork; I'm about to lose my mind! Even two days before you returned, we were still attending make-up classes! And now that there are just two days off today, we have to start the new semester again on Monday. It's really tragic."

Su Cen couldn't help but chuckle. Lin Zhoudou was still full of energy and vigor, which surprised Su Cen. High school life hadn't sapped him dry; this kid truly had a thick skin.

Wang Weiwei sounded more composed. Thinking that he wasn’t going to let Su Cen get away with saying mushy things, he said, "Su Cen, you're back That's great! Now you can join us in our breathless senior year experience. Congratulations on returning from the paradise of America to face its harsh realities once again. The darkness lies ahead for you! Well then, it’s your turn!"

"Tell him to hold on a sec; I still have some stuff to take care of," Lin Geren's voice faintly echoed.

This left Su Cen momentarily stunned. This was unusual behavior in front of the phone call about his return from abroad—was there something amiss with Lin Geren Was he upset at him Rather than picking up, a rich and resonant voice slowly came through, "Hello Are you still there"

"Hold on," Su Cen replied.

"What’s up, coming back" the voice remained lazy as ever.

Su Cen frowned. "You don't want me here Do you have something to do In that case, I'll hang up and we can talk when I get back."

"How dare I! You're quite the figure at Exeter High School, aren't you There's this girl named Ginny there, isn't there—a typical New England girl with chestnut hair and sky-blue eyes. She’s also the captain of the cheerleading squad and has a great body. A perfect replica of Britney Spears. Isn’t she hot for an American girl Your queen, did you two share a memorable night together"

Hearing the fluctuating tone on the other end, Su Cen was surprised and asked, "Where did you get this information from"

"Oh my, I really feel bad for Tang Xiaowu. You want to hide it Don't think that no one will know just because you're in America." Ling Luoran's sources were naturally her friends within the American student circle. However, clearly, she didn’t have a full picture of what happened—she only knew about how the queen bee at Exeter High had confessed to Su Cen that he was an extremely attractive man, while neglecting other aspects, especially the events that transpired during the dance.

"The situation isn't as you think." Su Cen shook his head, feeling like there wasn’t any need for him to explain himself.

"You don't have to explain it to me. Anyway, your reputation is already set now—you're a troublemaker wherever you go."

The open sexual environment in America suits you well, doesn't it That's right, after all, you are a pervert.

Su Cen:

Is Ling Luoran really that sharp with her words Perhaps she is. and a bookstore, entering a quiet alley on a slope. There were many parked cars on the open-air parking lot beside the platform, mostly dark-colored vehicles, among which there was even a Hongqi car...