I Got Rich in Period Fiction

"It’s no problem. Nowadays, roads crisscross everywhere, and soon the trains will be faster. Building another airport in Xichuan shouldn’t be an issue," Qiao Qingyu said excitedly, planning ahead. "In the future, maybe there will be tourist routes developed to the north of Xichuan, so prioritizing transportation infrastructure is definitely a must."

In private, He Xiuyu hoped that Qiao Qingyu would really set Wulong Group’s headquarters in Xichuan, yet if one considered the long-term development, it was better to be in Beijing—a group’s development wasn’t just about the subordinate factories.

But if they were set in Beijing, that would mean real separation for him and Qiao Qingyu.

Deep down, he didn’t want that.

Of course, the immediate priority was Qiao Qingyu’s request for an unpaid leave, which simply wasn’t approved. To the higher-ups, Qiao Qingyu had made significant contributions over the years in seed breeding and turning deserts into oases. She had a strong foundation and capability in this area, making her the most suitable person to lead at this critical stage of development and construction.

Some even suggested that maybe Qiao Qingyu felt slighted as a deputy and was trying to force Old Xie out to take over his position.

Of course, these thoughts were discussed in private and were quickly refuted. They all knew Qiao Qingyu well; she was neither career-obsessed nor power-hunting. On the contrary, she was quite good at delegating power, including technical aspects of seed breeding.

So thinking of her in such a way was indeed the conjecture of mean-spirited individuals.