Chapter 203: The Pressure of Time!

The conversation finally ended on a satisfactory note after Shen Fei repeatedly assured that Xinyue Group would firmly root itself in Shen City.

After some idle chat, the three of them wrapped up the dinner, albeit with dwindling interest.

Before leaving, Shen Fei gifted two bottles of the scar-healing ointment to both Yu Guotu and Jiang Anbang.

Hearing the sound of the car engine starting up and fading away, Yu Guotu couldn’t hold back any longer and looked at the senior Party Secretary Jiang Anbang with a disgruntled expression.

“Teacher, why do I feel like I was completely led by the nose by Shen Fei tonight? This passive feeling is really unpleasant!”

“Indeed! That boy had the upper hand the whole time,” Jiang Anbang couldn’t help but sigh, though his gaze lingered on the dining table as if lost in thought.

“Sigh… this boy has a promising future!” Yu Guotu remarked approvingly.

Recovering from his thoughts, Jiang Anbang smiled and added, “This young man is a real talent! Just the scar-healing ointment alone—though I don’t know much about it—based on his skill, the pure profit margin must be over 80%.”

“But that’s not what we outsiders should focus on! Take the sales of the scar-healing ointment: if you think about a 50ml jar lasting six months, with options of 15ml and 30ml as well, the sales over half a year will surely hit tens of millions of bottles. Plus, considering its incredible efficacy, there’s no doubt it will sell like crazy.”

“Once the scar-healing ointment industry stabilizes, the boy will definitely consider expanding into foreign markets. By then, don’t just talk about billions—his pure profits could easily hit tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions annually! Once the product takes off, every city will be fighting to attract him with resources, preferential policies, and incentives.”

“So how could he not be bold? He has the leverage to lead you by the nose! You wouldn’t let such a talent leave Shen City, would you? Certainly not! It’s precisely because of that point that he dared to be so upfront about his goals. The moment he waived tax incentives and municipal support, you were already at a disadvantage!”

Jiang Anbang began dissecting Shen Fei’s performance from the dinner with precision.

Before Yu Guotu could respond, Jiang Anbang continued, “This young man surprises me every time I see him! I’m truly looking forward to what earth-shattering achievements he’ll make in the coming year!”

“Teacher, do you think he can really gain a foothold in the Port District in a year?” Yu Guotu asked in a conflicted tone.

It wasn’t that he doubted Shen Fei, but given the broader circumstances, what Shen Fei proposed seemed a bit too ambitious, even arrogant. Furthermore, during their exchange, as the head of Shen City, he had somehow been maneuvered by a young man not yet thirty—a deeply unsettling experience.

“Haha, well, even if he doesn’t secure a place in the Port District, he’ll definitely achieve something remarkable! People like him will shine wherever they are,” Jiang Anbang said meaningfully.

After a pause, he suddenly turned to Yu Guotu. “Putting that aside for now, Xiao Yu, is there really a plan to develop the Port District as an economic zone?”

Yu Guotu fell silent at the question. After a while, he finally responded, “Teacher, I came tonight to discuss this with you after speaking with Shen Fei. The truth is, I’ve proposed it, but no decision has been made yet, so I’ve been hesitant.”

“Hmm, I see,” Jiang Anbang nodded and suddenly chuckled. “You know, after that boy’s analysis, the Port District might really end up being designated as an economic development area.”

Hearing this, Yu Guotu was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile. “Teacher, is this boy truly some kind of oracle? First, the soaring property prices in Xiaohaoting, then the land acquisition at Lijiazhuang, and now this talk about the Port District’s economic plan… I’m starting to wonder if he’s been reborn with knowledge of the future!”

“Xiao Yu, you’re too old to believe in such things. But yes, this boy is indeed talented. Do you remember the antique fair hosted by the Liu Group not long ago? Shen Fei bought a piece of tattered cloth for 120,000 yuan. Guess what happened?”

Jiang Anbang paused, teasingly.

“If it’s Shen Fei, I’d say he resold it for at least several million!” Yu Guotu speculated.

“That ‘tattered cloth’ turned out to be a Ming Dynasty death blanket! It’s far more valuable than Qing silk—Wanke Group bought it for 350 million yuan!” Jiang Anbang explained with gravity.

“350 million?!” Yu Guotu widened his eyes in disbelief.

“So, I have no doubt that this boy will earn the qualifications to enter the Port District within a year,” Jiang Anbang said confidently.

—

Leaving Jiang’s residence, Shen Fei’s mood wasn’t entirely lighthearted.

For the first time, someone who had always been calm and unhurried felt an overwhelming sense of time pressure.

Just one year.

In one year, whether he could move Xinyue Group into the Port District depended entirely on his achievements during this period.

If he didn’t have such a goal, he could easily live a leisurely life. With minimal effort, he could have more money than he could spend.

But clearly, he didn’t want that.

Regarding Xinyue Group, by this time next year, it certainly wouldn’t yet have the qualifications to enter the Port District. Even if the scar-healing ointment became the most popular product nationwide or globally, Xinyue Group’s credentials would still fall short.

Only by expanding Xinyue Group’s operations and winning with scale could he achieve his ambition.

To others, this might seem nearly impossible—borderline delusional.

But for Shen Fei, it was entirely feasible.

Having been reborn with twenty years of foresight, he vividly remembered everything that would unfold in the future.

Under such circumstances, how could he lack confidence?

While the pressure was palpable, Shen Fei knew one thing for certain: a year from now, there would be a place for him in the Port District!

As he sped home, Shen Fei mentally reviewed the upcoming events, gradually forming a clearer plan.

—

At Yunhe Villa.

As Shen Fei opened the door and walked in, a sweet child’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

“Daddy!”

The little girl tossed aside her small violin and ran toward Shen Fei with quick steps.

“Yueyue, what did you have for dinner tonight?” Shen Fei asked, scooping her up.

The absence of family in his past life had left Shen Fei lonely until his death. Now, in this second chance at life, his warm, loving family brought him immense satisfaction.

“Mom made noodles, but Daddy’s cooking is still the best!” the little girl pouted adorably, trying to win his favor.

“You little rascal, you were just praising Mom a moment ago! Now you’re switching sides?” Han Xinyan laughed, pinching Shen Jiayue’s cheek.

“Hehehe, I was just teasing! I love both Mommy and Daddy’s cooking!” Shen Jiayue hurriedly clarified.

Her diplomatic response instantly made both adults laugh.

“Alright, Yueyue, go practice your violin. Mommy and Daddy need to talk,” Han Xinyan said.

Once the reluctant little girl left, Han Xinyan handed her phone to Shen Fei.

“Look at this. The scar-healing ointment, Chengyou Technology, and those six livestreamers are being completely slandered online!”