Chapter 97 The boss often mentions you

On the same day, Tang Mingmei was as overwhelmed as usual, while Tang Mingli unusually felt that the day seemed to have gone by a bit too long.

After wandering around the streets for a long time, Zheng Hao returned to the store and was still serving customers.

Fu Ci didn't come downstairs to find her, which meant he was still busy with work. She didn't want to disturb him by going upstairs, so she stayed on the first floor watching Zheng Hao sell clothes.

Zheng Kan realized that she didn't intend to go upstairs, so he pointed in the direction of the cashier.

There are stools you can sit on.

Tang Mingli nodded in response, indicating that she understood.

She wasn't tired yet; compared to sitting there bored, she found watching Zheng Hao entertain guests more interesting.

Zheng Hao's work ethic is the best testament to his love for his job.

Having closed another deal and seen off the last customer at this time, Zheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked to the cashier, picked up his cup, drank half a cup of water in one gulp, and then smiled and spoke to Tang Mingli.

"I haven't heard of it since you left. I'm almost hoarse from talking about it."

As she spoke, she remembered something and quickly prepared to pour water for Tang Mingli.

Tang Mingli stopped her, "I'm not thirsty, you really don't need to pour me water."

When it's cold, we sweat less, and drinking too much water makes us need to urinate frequently.

It's fine at home, but finding a restroom outside might not be so easy. After all, there aren't many public restrooms around at this time, and there are certainly no KFCs or McDonald's.

Tang Mingli held her hand very tightly, and Zheng Hao couldn't break free. However, she understood that Zheng Hao really didn't want to drink water, so she didn't insist.

Sometimes, excessive enthusiasm can become a burden.

She pulled up a chair and sat down to chat with Tang Mingli.

"I just went for a walk, did you notice how much this street has changed?"

Tang Mingli shook her head and honestly told her, "I'm not familiar with this area."

Actually, she wasn't familiar with Guangcheng at all, not just this place, since she was a soul that had traveled from another time.

Zheng Hao was unaware that Tang Mingli had grown up in Xicheng District, and was surprised that she was unfamiliar with this most bustling street in Xicheng District.

"You've never been here before?"

Tang Mingli shook her head.

Zheng Hao was surprised, as she also lived in Xicheng District.

How could someone who lives in Xicheng District never have been here?

Although the place declined for a few years, she remembered how lively it was during festivals when she was a child.

When Zheng Hao mentioned his childhood and how his parents often brought him and his siblings to play here, Tang Mingli smiled bitterly and could only offer a weak explanation: "My parents passed away when I was very young, and I grew up with my grandparents. After my grandparents passed away, I was taken to live with my uncle."

"I see." Zheng Hao understood, and at the same time felt sorry for his rashness. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up your sad story."

"Don't say that. You don't know either, and so many years have passed. There's nothing you can't mention."

Birth, aging, illness, and death are natural laws, and there's no need to avoid them too much.

Zheng Hao smiled and pursed her lips. Although Tang Mingli didn't mind, she still felt that she shouldn't have been so inconsiderate.

She glanced at the door leading upstairs and lowered her voice to say to Tang Mingli, "The boss often mentions you, but never in such detail."

Tang Mingli was initially surprised when Fu mentioned her to the employees during his resignation meeting, but after thinking about it, she felt it was normal.

After all, she is his wife, and it's normal for her to bring up related topics when chatting with others.

But Zheng Hao said "often".

"often?"

Tang Mingli suspected that this was just Zheng Hao's exaggerated rhetoric, but she nodded very seriously.

“Often,” Zheng Hao emphasized. Just as he was about to continue, more customers came into the store, so he had to go and serve them first.

The customers who came in this time were two middle-aged women in their forties. They were probably not as decisive as young people when it came to buying things, and they were able to find fault with several pieces of clothing.

Either the colors are too bright, or they're too dark. After choosing the colors, you pick the fabric; once you like the fabric, you complain about the style. If you like the style, you complain about the price.

If this happened in later generations, people would definitely question whether it was deliberately picking a fight.

However, Zheng Hao was still very patient in finding clothes that met their requirements, and tirelessly recommended one piece of clothing that he thought was suitable to them.

After fussing around for half an hour, the two of them still didn't buy anything and were about to leave. Zheng Hao even told them very enthusiastically that a batch of new clothes would arrive at the store next week, and they could come and take a look if they were interested.

Tang Mingli was truly impressed.

She assumed Zheng Hao would complain to her, or at least question whether the two of them really wanted to buy anything.

However, no, after returning to her seat, she began to analyze the situation seriously: "It seems that the adult clothes in our store are more popular with young women, while older women are making fewer purchases. This won't do. I think middle-aged women in their forties and fifties are also a major customer group."

After listening to Zheng Hao's words, Tang Mingli looked around again and offered her advice.

Looking at all these clothes again, things suddenly felt different.

As your eyes scan the area, your brain will unconsciously start thinking about the potential buyers of this clothing item.

That's amazing.

This ability to discern was something she had never possessed in either of her two lives.

This ability to discern can only arise from putting oneself in the seller's shoes.

She was curious about the price range of the clothes in the store.

Since the other party was the boss's wife, Zheng Hao had nothing to hide. He told her everything, including how much the goods cost, the selling price, and the lowest price he could sell for. He even told her the secrets behind setting the highest and lowest prices.

Tang Mingli was quite surprised. What she thought was a very ordinary profit pricing was actually quite interesting and full of knowledge in Zheng Hao's understanding.

During the half-day wait for Fu Ci, Tang Mingli unexpectedly gained a deeper understanding of Fu Ci's clothing wholesale business through intermittent conversations with Zheng Hao.

These are things you can't learn from Fu Ci.

It's not that he was unwilling to speak, but rather that his perspective differed from Zheng Hao's.

Talking about these things with Fu Ci can be boring, but when Zheng Hao tells the story, everything seems to become interesting.

Tang Mingli felt that her biggest takeaway from going out today was understanding why Fu Ci could devote so much passion to this career and work tirelessly.

It was getting dark outside.

Zheng Hao got up and turned on another light.

Tang Mingli guessed that Fu Ci should be coming down soon, and this long day was about to end.

While it was just the two of them, Tang Mingli sincerely thanked Zheng Hao.

Zheng was so confused by what she heard.

"Why are you saying thank you when we're having a nice chat?"

Tang Mingli blinked and said playfully, "Because you said all this, I was able to understand Fu Ci better."

Is this how Mom is? Zheng Hao was confused.

That seems to be true, but there's no need to say thank you.

After all, she was able to say so much because Tang Mingli was a comfortable person to be around.

That's so strange.

As a salesperson, being eloquent is a given, but she always speaks with tact. It's actually quite rare to see someone talk so sincerely and at such a depth.

I'd only met the proprietress for the first time, so why did she say so much?

But the boss kept praising her, saying she was amazing and the best employee, and even that the boss and his team had struck gold by hiring her.

When she talked about her expectations for the future, he told her with a serious expression that she would definitely be able to make her dreams come true.

How could she not be overwhelmed by all those praises and affirmations? How could she not open her heart and talk more and more?

She knew that the boss's wife, who could make the taciturn boss unable to help but mention her and whose lips would always curl into a smile every time she was mentioned, must have extraordinary charm.

There were noticeably fewer people on the street outside. Zheng glanced at the clock on the cash register and told Tang Mingli, "There shouldn't be many people left in another half hour."

This also means she's about to leave work.

She also knew that when her two bosses got busy, they often stayed in the office until the moon and stars were out, and she didn't know whether the boss's wife would go back first or continue to wait here.

If she has to wait, should she buy food for the shop owner?

Just as I was thinking this, I saw the door leading to the second and third floors being pushed open, and Fu Ci came out from inside.

Fu Ci spotted Tang Mingli at a glance, and his previously stern face immediately broke into a smile.

"You've been here all afternoon? Didn't you go out for a walk?"

Tang Mingli stood up the moment she saw Fu Ci and replied with a smile, "Of course I did. I went out for a walk and then chatted with Zheng Hao the whole time. We didn't even know the time was up."

"Oh? What are you talking about so enthusiastically?" Fu Ci was genuinely curious.

Tang Mingli didn't keep him in suspense and roughly told him what they had been talking about.

Fu Ci's smile widened, and he said to her, "When I used to talk to you about it at home, you always made excuses to slip away."

That was indeed true, and Tang Mingli couldn't refute it, but she still said, "Zheng Hao is different from you. What you were doing wasn't chatting; it was more like you were discussing your plans with a potential partner. Zheng Hao is different; she was sharing her work with me."

Fu Ci smiled; he couldn't refute it either.

He didn't bring that up again, but instead asked Tang Mingli if she was hungry.

Tang Mingli nodded and subconsciously touched her stomach.

After marrying into the Fu family, she unconsciously developed the habit of having afternoon tea. She didn't feel hungry while chatting with Zheng Hao, but when Fu Ci asked her, she realized she was indeed hungry.

Hearing the boss ask if his wife was hungry after only a few words, Zheng Hao turned her head and smiled secretly.

The boss used to say that his wife loved to eat this, but I bet he liked to chase after her and feed her.

As Zheng Hao was inwardly complaining, she heard Tang Mingli turn around and ask her, "You must be hungry too, right? How about we go get something to eat together?"

Zheng Hao quickly waved his hand: "I'll be off work soon and go home to eat."

What Tang Mingli wanted to say was that she wanted to have dinner together after work. Since she was already out, she planned to eat dinner before going back.

"I saw a pretty good restaurant while I was out walking around earlier, let's go eat there together."

Her tone was sincere, and her eyes were full of expectation. Zheng Hao felt that it would be somewhat heartless for her to refuse again.

However, she had no choice but to refuse.

"I really have something to do." To prove he wasn't just making excuses, Zheng Hao went straight to the point: "My mother hasn't been feeling well these past few days, and my daughter is still young and needs someone to look after her. I need to get back as soon as possible to help out."

Tang Mingli almost blurted out, "Where is your husband?" But seeing Zheng Hao's expression, she felt something was off, and there might be some inside story she didn't know. She swallowed the words that were about to come out and instead said, "Then let's have dinner together again next time."

"Okay," Zheng Hao readily agreed.

Tang Mingli then asked with concern, "Have you taken your mother to see a doctor? If she's feeling unwell, you should ask for leave."

In fact, that's exactly what Fu Ci was thinking too.

He's not the kind of heartless boss who wouldn't allow employees to take time off if they had family matters to attend to.

However, Zheng Hao said, "Actually, it's just a minor cold, nothing serious. I just feel a little listless, but it's not to the point where I need to take a day off."

Tang Mingli nodded and told her, "People are always more important than things. If work is delayed for a while, the sky won't fall down."

These words moved Zheng Haoting deeply, yet also left her confused.

Did a female boss really say such a thing?