He nervously swallowed.

"Call me godmother," Yang Qingheng said smugly, touching her hair.

Cheng Kai looked as if he'd been hit over the head with a blunt object: "...What?"

"Seriously? You're so petty? It's just calling me godmother, not asking me to call you my real mother." Yang Qingheng couldn't help but laugh as she watched him being teased.

Cheng Kai was furious and glared at her fiercely: "Yang Qingheng, are you sick in the head?"

"Fine, don't call me then. Your grandma just said I should come again tomorrow. If she doesn't see me tomorrow..." Yang Qingheng's lips curled into an evil smile.

Enraged, Cheng Kai closed his eyes and, with a death wish, cried out, "Godmother!"

Yang Qingheng laughed out loud and exclaimed, "Hey, what a big boy!"

Seeing Yang Qingheng's smug back view, Cheng Kai was so angry that he almost fainted.

That wicked woman!

Yang Qingheng's good mood came to an abrupt end the moment she saw Song Hengjue in the ward. It took her a long time to force a smile before she walked in.

"Mom, have you eaten?"

Yao Ying was chatting with Sister-in-law Sun when she heard the voice and turned around with a smile: "Eat up, Hengjue saved some for you, eat it while it's hot."

Yang Qingheng nodded, saw Sister-in-law Sun give her a look, nodded knowingly, and then opened the door and went out.

Sister-in-law Sun followed closely behind and strode out. The two stopped under the shrub tree in the yard. After looking around carefully and finding no one nearby, Yang Qingheng frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Sister-in-law Sun said impatiently, "The Industry and Commerce Bureau is now keeping an eye on us."

"What's going on?" Yang Qingheng was startled.

Sister-in-law Sun spoke at a machine gun speed: "Last night when we were closing up shop, the Industry and Commerce Bureau suddenly rushed in and confiscated a batch of our goods. Several of the vendors were also arrested. Second Master used his connections and said that it was because our bags were making too much noise that they hired people to come over."

"Were the vendors arrested?" Yang Qingheng breathed a slight sigh of relief when she heard that the investigation hadn't reached their location.

Sister-in-law Sun shook her head: "No, that's not true. The stall owner ran away as soon as he heard the noise. He only lost a batch of goods. Master Xu said you should go and discuss it with him yourself."

Yang Qingheng had expected the Industry and Commerce Bureau to find out about this, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly, and sighed helplessly.

“Okay, I understand. Change your delivery schedule again recently, and try to be as discreet as possible. Also, tell them to be careful in Songshan Town,” she waved her hand. “I will talk to Master Xu today. Just go home and wait for news.”

Sister-in-law Sun nodded, said goodbye to Yao Ying, and then went back.

"What's going on? Why are you being so secretive?" Yao Ying looked at Yang Qingheng after seeing that Sister-in-law Sun had left.

Yang Qingheng smiled and said, "I asked Sister Sun to help me find some embroidery to make some. I can make some money by selling them secretly. Anyway, I'm just idling around."

“Where are you sitting idly by? Isn’t studying more important than a few dollars? Song Hengjue will take care of these things,” Yao Ying said, dissatisfied.

Yang Qingheng chuckled and then said, "Mom, I have some things to do today, I'll be back later."

"Go ahead, don't rush back. Go to the guesthouse and get some rest." Yao Ying sighed, looking at the dark circles under her eyes, and stuffed the lunchbox into her arms, wisely refraining from asking any questions.

Song Hengjue sat silently to the side.

Yang Qingheng circled around for a while before finally finding the new location that Master Xu had mentioned: an abandoned mud house.

"You've arrived." The second master saw her and quickly stood up.

Yang Qingheng glanced around the room discreetly before walking in: "Well, I heard something happened at the black market, so I came to discuss the bag with you."

Master Xu handed her a chair: "What do you mean?"

“It’s too dangerous to make bags here, I’m thinking of putting this business on hold for now.” Yang Qingheng poured herself a cup of tea with practiced ease.

Master Xu took a bag of peanuts from the drawer under the table and threw it on the table.

Yang Qingheng asked him, "What do you think?"

Master Xu touched his knuckles: "I think this business can continue."

He earns about 1,500 a month, which is half of his income from the black market, and he doesn't want to cut off his income now.

Besides, the brothers are all short of money right now.

Yang Qingheng hesitated.

Master Xu put down his cup with a soft thud: "You don't need to worry about safety. I promised you last time that if anything happens, I will definitely not implicate you. We in the black market will take full responsibility."

“Okay.” Yang Qingheng was actually quite reluctant to give up this market, but after hearing his assurance, she readily agreed.

However, she also showed sincerity, saying directly, "The black market is so risky right now, I can't let you take on this risk for nothing. As for the profits, let's split them 50/50 starting today."

Master Xu gasped. A 50/50 split? Wouldn't they be able to earn more than two thousand a month from now on?

"Comrade Yang is so generous!" He laughed heartily, in a very good mood.

Even the underlings outside couldn't help but prick up their ears, eager to hear what the good news was.

With the matter resolved smoothly, Yang Qingheng was in a good mood. She took a sip of hot tea and pointed to the fan opposite her: "Second Master Xu, where did you get this fan? It's cooler than the foreign products sold in the supply and marketing cooperative."

"Really?" Master Xu asked in surprise.

Yang Qingheng nodded: "Of course, why would I lie to you? How much would it cost to get me a few units?"

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. It's not too bad at school, though, because we pooled our money to buy two big fans, so it's not too hot.

There's no room at home, and it's stuffy and hot; I wake up several times a night because of the heat.

Just a few days ago I was thinking of asking Sister Sun to find someone to buy a few industrial tickets, but now there's a ready-made way.

However, after searching around, she couldn't find any trademark on the fan.

Seeing her interest, Master Xu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said, "Comrade Yang, I have a business deal I'd like to discuss with you."

Yang Qingheng asked in surprise, "What?"

"Do you think this fan has any future?" Master Xu asked patiently.

Yang Qingheng nodded in agreement: "Of course."

"This fan was made by my brother and his team, but they're short on funds right now. If you invest, you can become a shareholder, and you'll get a share of the profits later," Master Xu said smugly.

A sense of unease settled in my heart, and my knuckles trembled slightly.

Yang Qingheng was shocked: "You built this yourselves?"

That's amazing?

Keep in mind that back then, there were only a handful of factories that possessed this technology.

She underestimated Master Xu!

"Okay, tell me the specifics first." She didn't agree immediately, but asked cautiously.