Tang Huai was clearer than anyone about the world that lay ahead.
Construction, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, would only increase, never decrease.
It was now the year 1989, and from the start of 1990, buildings would begin to rise one after another.
She couldn't guarantee that Chen Jian would become a wealthy man, but given his current situation, he would only get better and better.
In her last life, up to her time, construction workers were still in demand, and their wages only got higher, never lower.
If Tang Ying were with Chen Jian, Tang Ying's life wouldn't be too bad.
Although Chen Jian was cunning and malicious at heart, from the way he looked at Tang Ying, Tang Huai saw a hint of true feeling.
Whether Chen Jian would be successful in the future was hard to say, but if he married Tang Ying, he would definitely be good to her and treasure her like a precious jewel in the palm of his hand.
