Leaving the villa area, Tang Qing didn't return the minivan to the restaurant, but drove directly to the factory. Even though driving a small minivan as a boss could be embarrassing, he didn't care so much.
Taking the car to Liu Qian's villa seemed to hurt his dignity, but driving to his own factory, he didn't care about others' opinions. Just like Gates, it would be inappropriate to wear an electronic watch to meet the President, but if he went to Microsoft dressed as a beggar, who would dare to say anything or think he was out of touch.
Tang Qing knew it was a bit like taking pleasure in other people's misfortunes, which could seriously affect class relations, but he couldn't help it. In his previous life, he had only been a minor manager, a small figure. At least until now, he had not really woken up to the reality.
