"Boss, the flight crew just synced that it’s unlikely we can fly today. Although the snow has lightened up this morning, it hasn't stopped, and visibility is very poor."

Chen Cheng came out after changing his clothes, and Chen Guosheng briefed him on the news from the airport.

Chen Cheng paused; although he hadn't planned on leaving today, he was still taken aback.

"Alright, got it."

He thought for a moment and added, "Tell the guys who aren't on duty that they can go look around, and put the expenses on my tab."

"Just don't cause any trouble. You know what I mean?"

Chen Guosheng, with his square-shaped face, rolled his eyes, nodded, and said, "Aye, I understand."

Chen Guosheng turned and made a few calls. He knew exactly what Chen Cheng was referring to.

Gambling and drugs are absolutely forbidden!

If they wanted to go see strippers or visit Ms. Zhao's place, Chen Cheng would even cover the expenses.

Anything else, if caught, meant unemployment.

Chen Cheng walked to the west kitchen island, saw the reply Xu Qin had left on a note, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He grabbed an empty bowl and served himself a bowl of the porridge that had been slow-cooked overnight.

Chen Cheng drank his porridge while checking the messages on his phone.

Seeing Chen Cheng drinking porridge in the dining room, Chen Guosheng consciously went to the garage to find tools to shovel the snow at the garage entrance.

After snowing all night, the snow on the paved courtyard by the garage entrance was already over twenty centimeters deep.

After finishing his porridge, Chen Cheng had originally planned to take a shovel to clear the snow on the wooden deck outside the living room.

On second thought, given how detached from worldly affairs Xu Qin was, there should be a snow blower in the house.

It turned out Chen Cheng really did find one, right in the utility room connected to the wooden deck in the yard.

A walk-behind snow blower.

Chen Cheng checked it, found it was still working properly, filled it with gas, and pushed it out.

At first, Chen Cheng found it a bit novel; the wooden deck wasn't large, and he finished clearing it after a few laps.

Chen Cheng stared at the walk-behind snow blower, dazed.

"I wonder if anyone in the market is making snow-clearing robots now."

Chen Cheng immediately spotted a new investment opportunity.

Although the application scenarios for this thing are limited, if you use a modular approach—snow clearing in winter and lawn mowing in summer—it could be quite promising.

Here in America, almost every house has a lawn, and a lawnmower is practically a household necessity.

If an automated device that could both clear snow and mow the lawn appeared, then the happiness index of the people in the Ugly Country would rise again.

Chen Cheng suddenly felt like he was a great person.

Here I am, a merchant reeking of money, taking away their dirty dollars, while the people of the Ugly Country gain happiness.

How nice.

Chen Cheng immediately sent a message to Yu Tu, asking him to keep an eye out for any companies in China making such products.

For these types of consumer products, as long as there's a market, Chen Cheng still prefers to invest in domestic enterprises.

He also sent a message to Karen, asking her to check if there were any companies in America making similar products.

Logically speaking, if there's a market, someone should be doing it.

The world is not short on smart people.

Entrepreneurs have a very interesting pattern.

When you suddenly think of a brilliant business idea.

Once you investigate, you'll find that there are already countless 'idea kings' just like you who came before you.

It's just that they haven't truly solved the users' pain points, the products haven't been accepted by the market, and they aren't well-known, which is why you don't know about them.

Chen Cheng put the snow blower back in the utility room.

Chen Guosheng had also finished shoveling the paved road in the front yard, put back the snow shovel, and returned to the car.

Chen Cheng rested for a while and then went to the garage.

He took a few looks at the 'Kitty' Xu Qin had mentioned and frowned. With this chassis, going on the road on a snowy day, it would probably be using its carbon fiber to shovel snow.

Chen Cheng gave a wry smile and grabbed the CT5 car keys from the storage rack.

After they pushed the car last night, Chen Cheng had seen Xu Qin toss them onto the rack.

Sitting in the driver's seat of the CT5, Chen Cheng laughed again.

This damn thing is a CT5V; yesterday, he was too focused on executing the sleep plan to notice this big toy.

This thing has a V8 engine, 668 horsepower, and is known as the fastest production four-door.

Even the Hellcat in the garage isn't as fast as this thing in a straight line.

At this point, it's probably not surprising that it could chase down a high-speed train for a while.

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched; this woman is quite... crazy.

That's the only word he can find to describe her right now.

Even in his own garage, he wouldn't pursue power and engine roar to such an extreme.

Chen Cheng started the engine and left the residential area.

Real men drive V8s; screw environmental protection.

After finishing surgery, Xu Qin walked out of the changing room, looking a bit listless.

Claire watched her back and chased after her.

"Hi, Qing, I'm a bit surprised that you suddenly gave up on the odontoid process plan."

Xu Qin smiled absentmindedly, "Maybe you're right."

Hearing her words, Claire frowned on her dark face.

She had been working with Xu Qin for two and a half years; she understood Xu Qin, and she wasn't the type to give up so easily.

Claire smiled and didn't dwell on it too much, "Shall we go to the cafeteria together?"

Xu Qin forced a smile, "OK~"

Six o'clock in the evening.

Xu Qin hurried home.

Before she even turned into her courtyard, Xu Qin looked at the pitch-black house, and her expression fell.

A chill washed over her from the bottom of her heart.

It was the kind of loneliness one feels after living in a cold, foreign land for a long time.

"Did he leave?"

Xu Qin furrowed her brows and muttered.

She immediately chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Xu Qin, what are you thinking?"

"He just came here on a business trip and helped bring you some things, that's all."

Xu Qin exhaled, suppressing the palpitations in her heart.

She parked the car in the garage, got out, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Where's my car?"

As she spoke, Xu Qin's eyes widened, and a light gradually appeared in them.

"He didn't leave?"

"He didn't leave!"

"Ahhhhhh~~~~"

Xu Qin screamed in excitement.

After screaming twice, she hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Then where did he go?" She raised her hand to check her watch, "It's almost seven o'clock."

Xu Qin couldn't figure out where Chen Cheng had gone; she frowned but still went back inside.

Even now, Xu Qin hadn't suspected that her car might have been stolen.

She took out her phone, just about to call Chen Cheng.

Xu Qin heard that familiar engine sound from outside the house.

Her eyes lit up instantly, her face full of smiles, and she ran to the foyer in a few steps to open the door.

Watching Chen Cheng get out of the car, Xu Qin pursed her lips, trying to suppress a smile that was harder to control than an AK.

After leaving Xu Qin's place, Chen Cheng went shopping.

He bought some cold-weather clothes; this hellish place was too cold. His coat and sweater outfits from New York couldn't handle it here at all.

After eating, he had a whim and bought a fishing rod to go fishing.

In the Mississippi River basin, combined with the Great Lakes region, ice fishing in winter is really hard to come back empty-handed.

On the ice, you just have to drill a hole.

But he didn't bring back a single one. Too lazy to clean them.

Asian carp aren't as rampant as they used to be.

Because now, the locals have started eating Asian carp.

Fishermen catch them, sell them to specialized food companies, and they are finally processed into fish cakes to sell to customers.

Very few people can tell what it actually is.

Oh, right, Asian carp is not a single species of carp, but a collective term for fish in the Cyprinidae family, order Cypriniformes, including common carp, crucian carp, grass carp, black carp, silver carp, etc.

Chen Cheng parked the car, got out, and walked to the trunk, where he saw Xu Qin standing at the door looking out.

He waved at her, "Come over and help."