The driver, speaking halfway, found the person in the middle increasingly familiar.
He quickly took out his phone to check, then began to compare. The more he compared, the more excited he became, exclaiming, "Holy crap!"
Zhao Yan, wearing a mask and hat but no sunglasses, was recognized by the tractor driver solely by her eyes.
His daughter was a fan of Zhao Yan, not only demanding Zhao Yan's picture as her phone wallpaper but also insisting her father use Zhao Yan's picture as his wallpaper.
"Are you Miss Zhao..."
The driver stopped the vehicle and looked at Zhao Yan.
Wu Jiaxin, standing beside her, covered her mouth and laughed, "Sister Zhao, you lost our bet. I said you'd be recognized by the driver within ten minutes of getting on the bus. See how accurate I was."
Since she had been recognized, Zhao Yan no longer hid. She nodded, "Yes! I am Zhao Yan."
She, along with Wang Xianzhi and Wu Jiaxin, had left Jiangcheng to visit many impoverished counties and villages.
She had done what she could.
She used her monthly company dividends to help the poor, with no intermediaries. Every penny was accounted for as she, Wu Jiaxin, and Wang Xianzhi inspected and verified those truly in need before providing assistance.
Once basic needs were met, she focused on improving the spiritual and intellectual aspects of life.
Her wealth was more than enough, so much that she couldn't spend it all in several lifetimes.
Seeing Zhao Yan nod in agreement, the driver chuckled and extended his hand. Looking at his dirty palm, he was about to retract it.
Halfway through retracting, Zhao Yan clasped his hand.
"Brother, what are you afraid of? My hands are dirtier than yours," Zhao Yan said with a smile.
The driver chuckled and scratched the back of his head with his other hand, "It's a real shame. If my daughter were here, she'd be so excited seeing you."
"Let's video call your daughter, and I'll chat with her," Zhao Yan offered.
"Oh, that would be wonderful! I'll call her right away."
The driver quickly took out his phone and initiated a video call.
"Daughter, look who I've met today! I bet you won't guess!"
"Who?"
"Look who it is!"
As the camera shifted, Zhao Yan's face appeared.
"Ah!!!" A chorus of screams erupted from the other end of the video.
"Oh, daughter, keep your voice down. Don't disturb Miss Zhao's ears," the driver said with a smile.
After a long period of excitement, the daughter on the other end finally calmed down.
Zhao Yan chatted with the driver's daughter until they reached the urban village, then handed the phone back to the driver.
"You must study hard. If you score a hundred this year, I'll take you out to play and give you the gift you want!"
"Okay! I promise I'll get it."
The driver laughed, "Don't brag. You only got 97 last year."
Despite his words, the driver's face was filled with pride.
"Thank you, Miss Zhao. My daughter always says she wants to be like you when she grows up."
Zhao Yan smiled, "What's so great about being like me? You should aim to be someone who contributes to the country."
The driver gave a thumbs-up, "I'll relay your words to my daughter properly."
"Oh, Miss Zhao, there are many cars here. You can just hail one to get back to the city. I'd love to take you into the city, but my tractor can't go in. I can only go as far as the outskirts of this urban village."
"Thank you for your kindness, driver. Getting me this far is more than enough. Thank you!"
Zhao Yan alighted from the tractor and waved goodbye to the driver.
They were not far from Jiangcheng city center.
"Sister Zhao, no need to look for a car. Someone is already here to pick us up," Wu Jiaxin said.
Zhao Yan looked in the direction Wu Jiaxin was pointing. More than a dozen cars were parked neatly by the roadside.
"Boss Lin has been asking where we are. You told me not to tell him before, but now that we're almost in Jiangcheng, I thought it was okay to let him know, so I did." Wu Jiaxin explained.
"Less than ten minutes after I told him, Boss Lin's cars arrived immediately, and he even arranged so many."
Since the cars had arrived, and it was Lin Xihang himself, there was no need to find transportation.
"Miss Zhao, over here," Lin Xihang waved.
Zhao Yan walked forward and approached the cars.
Lin Xihang said, "I know about the good deeds you've been doing. This is a huge story. If it were to break, it would definitely boost your fame, especially for building so many Hope Primary Schools and roads so quietly."
"If we even release a little bit of information, without any promotion from us, many platforms and newspapers will come to interview you, and your popularity will soar."
Zhao Yan glanced at Wu Jiaxin, who had a loose tongue and had revealed the matter.
"No need. I'm not doing good deeds for fame. I'm doing them from my heart. If it's broadcast too much, it loses its true meaning."
Hearing Zhao Yan's refusal, Lin Xihang said nothing more, nodding in understanding. He respected Zhao Yan's choice.
The cars drove towards Jiangcheng's most prosperous district.
Jingyuan Xuan.
A tall building where more than a dozen cars stopped.
Zhao Yan got out of the car.
Below the building was a red neon sign.
Fengyan Entertainment Co., Ltd.
"I've moved the company here. This location is very suitable for the company's development," Lin Xihang said.
Zhao Yan knew that Lin Xihang's business acumen was sharper than hers, so she didn't comment further on this matter.
Entering the company, Zhao Yan walked at the forefront.
Lin Xihang followed behind her.
More than a dozen people trailed behind them.
Many company employees stopped in their tracks, their gazes fixed on Zhao Yan.
Fengyan Entertainment Co., Ltd. was now a major company. Following the massive success of a television drama, they had started producing shirts with Zhao Yan's image, plush dolls of Zhao Yan wielding a sword, and various other merchandise related to Zhao Yan's intellectual property.
These items were selling very well, especially the cute plush dolls of Zhao Yan, which were adored by many children.
In the past six months, the company had grown to several hundred employees and was still expanding.
Upon seeing Zhao Yan, many employees began to murmur amongst themselves.
They knew that Zhao Yan was Fengyan Entertainment's biggest source of traffic.
However, her walking in front of Lin Xihang was somewhat perplexing.
Lin Xihang was the boss, wasn't he?
They arrived at the board of directors' office, and someone opened the door for Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan entered the company, and many people turned their eyes towards her.
Zhao Yan walked towards the chairman's seat.
Many people's eyes widened in astonishment.
The chairman's seat had always been vacant. Only Lin Xihang knew that Zhao Yan was Fengyan Entertainment's largest shareholder.
Lin Xihang had meticulously protected Zhao Yan's information.
Lin Xihang stood beside Zhao Yan and announced,
"Welcome, Zhao Yan, Chairperson Zhao!"