"I have my eye on the Drug Administration's project," he said.
The implication was clear: it had to be secured.
At one in the morning, mentioning this must have had a reason, and Qiao Nanchu was completely awakened by it. "Give me a reason."
His reason was simple and clear: "Nothing special, just suddenly wanted to be the boss of the medical field."
This sudden burst of ambition.
Qiao Nanchu had known Jiang Zhi for over two decades, growing up as close as brothers. Before Jiang met Zhou Xufang, he was purely into playing—playing with money, people, and heartbeats, never taking life or even his ambitions seriously, let alone his own.
After meeting Zhou Xufang, Qiao Nanchu wasn't so sure anymore.
"You never had such grand ambitions before."
"It's different now," his voice was lazy, speaking casually, "I've got a family to support now, I've got to provide for Zhou Xufang." How could he just sit back and wait? If Su Dingzhi and his son could do it, so could he.
