In less than three minutes, Qiuzhen was back. He entered the house with a beaming face. He did not enter alone. There were two people walking after him. The first person was carrying a large brown bag. The second person also carried a bag, but not too big.

"How are you, Mr. Gongxi?" As soon as he saw the person carrying the big bag enter the living room, Jingkang immediately greeted him.

"I'm fine, Mr. Duanmu," the person answered Jingkang's greeting. He smiled widely.

"Here, Caihong's driver has arrived." Qiuzhen's voice was so cheerful.

"Good evening, gentlemen! My name is Gongxi Yangxiang. I am the personal driver of Mr. Mingzhu's family."

"Thank you for coming here," said Yixiong. "Please have a seat, Sir!"

"Thank you," said Gongxi. He then sat on the couch in their living room.

"Then, this one is Mr. Pinghe." Qiuzhen pointed to the other person.

"My name is Pinghe Xiumin. I am a new employee at Mr. Mingzhu's company." The other person saluted.

"New employee? No wonder our Jingkang doesn't seem to know him," said Iren.

Yixiong felt a little surprised. "But based on Mr. Mingzhu's story, I get the impression that he has known you for a long time?"

The person named Pinghe smiled. "I'm not really a new person. I've worked for them for ten years. At first I worked in one of Mr. Mingzhu's father's companies, to be precise, in one of the companies under the Xindongchang group. Three months ago, Mr. Mingzhu's father asked if I am willing to move to work in a company that has just been started by his son. Because I thought that my career might be better in a new company, so I immediately agreed."

"Yes, Sir," said Yixiong. "Even though the company is just established, it can't be denied that there is a big group, namely Xindongchang, who supports it. So it is likely that it will progress rapidly."

"But why doesn't Jingkang seem to recognize him?" Iren glanced at Jingkang.

Before Jingkang could answer, Pinghe had already opened his mouth. "Mr. Duanmu has never met me in person. Even though I have worked at Mr. Mingzhu's company, but there are several projects at Mr. Mingzhu's father's company that I have not finished. So for the past three months, every day I still go to work at Mr. Mingzhu's father's company. You can say that I am officially an employee of Mr. Mingzhu's company which was borrowed by one of Mr. Mingzhu's father's companies. Maybe next month, then I will physically move to Mr. Mingzhu's office."

Jingkang made no comment. He just nodded with a smile.

"Apparently, there is such a thing." Iren nodded several times after listening to Pinghe's explanation.

"You seem to be a very senior employee." Qiuzhen took the initiative to talk to the Caihong's driver, who had just arrived.

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Gongxi Yangxiang was not young anymore. Yixiong estimated that the man was, at least, in his mid-sixties. But his body was still strong. Maybe he used to exercise a lot when he was younger.

"Ah, no, Sir! There are still many Mingzhu Family employees who are older than me," said Gongxi.

"How long have you worked there?" Iren seemed unable to hide his curiosity.

"It's been over forty years." Gongxi replied after thinking for about five seconds.

"Wow! It's been a long time!" Qiuzhen chuckled in admiration. "Back then, I wasn't even born yet."

"Aren't you tired of working in the same place for decades?" Iren asked.

Gongxi laughed. "Of course not. I'm even very grateful to the Mingzhu Family. Mr. Caihong's grandfather had often helped me. So I think it's only right that I work at their place for the rest of my life."

Yixiong clapped his hands. "I think the Mingzhu family is very lucky to have employees as good as you."

"Actually, there are quite a few people in the Mingzhu family who have worked there longer than me. They are all very happy to serve there."

"Wow! The working situation there must be very pleasant," said Iren.

"Regarding this, Gentlemen, please just ask Mr. Duanmu," said Gongxi, pointing at Jingkang.

"That's true. Even though I don't work for the Mingzhu Family, because Mr. Mingzhu Caihong himself immediately recruited me to be his assistant when we met, I did take a close look at the situation at the Mingzhu Family's place several times. I concluded that the working atmosphere there is indeed pleasant. ."

"So you don't work for the Mingzhu Family?" asked Qiuzhen.

"No, Sir. Mr. Caihong's business is separate from the Mingzhu family's business. Even though Mr. Caihong set up his company in another city, he still needs people to handle all his affairs in this city. That is the job of me and some of his other assistants."

"Is the number of people working directly under Caihong sizable?" asked Qiuzhen.

Jingkang shook his head. "Not much, Sir. He's just started his business. So he doesn't need too many employees yet."

"I see," said Qiuzhen. "So there really is a clear classification."

"The people who work in the Mingzhu Family also comprise two groups. The first is the people who work in the Mingzhu Family companies."

"You mean Xindongchang," Iren interrupted.

"Yes, Sir! However, apart from Xindongchang, the Mingzhu Family also has business under another name."

"It means their business is much more than I thought," said Iren.

Jingkang smiled. He continued his speech. "Then the second one is the people who work for the Mingzhu Family. I mean the workers who work in the Mingzhu Family's house, such as maids and personal drivers. An example is this Mr. Gongxi."

"That's right. Working at home is certainly not the same as working outside," said Iren.

"Not only that, Sir," said Jingkang. " The Mingzhu family also has several foundations. People who work in those foundations belong to this second group."

Yixiong nodded at Jingkang's explanation.

That means, on the whole, the number of people who work for them is enormous.