Chapter 6 Money, money, money, all you know is money

Hua Hudie was concerned about Qin Tiantian and He Xiaolan's age, and after much deliberation, she decided not to go to a nightclub. After all, if she stayed there for a few hours, her voice would be hoarse, her ears would ring, and she didn't know if her limbs would be stretched. Her stomach would definitely be stretched, and she would vomit when she came out. In the end, Hua Hudie chose a bar that smelled of money.

The restaurant isn't big, with only a few tables. The owner, a well-dressed, well-dressed veteran, looks like a returned overseas Chinese. When I ordered, I was presented with a menu that looked like a dictionary. The wines, dishes, coffee, and drinks all had their origins. The owner reportedly personally sources the salad ingredients from farms outside Beijing, claiming to offer a "one-stop, farm-to-table" experience.

Let alone the wine; it must have a long history. He Xiaolan had never heard of the countries it came from. "It's not cheap here, is it? Look, a cocktail is 106. Tsk, we might as well go to Haidilao for hot pot." He Xiaolan felt a little stung by the price. It wasn't particularly tasty; it wouldn't take long for the hundred yuan to be excreted.

Money is a good thing, and it can make the world go round. But now, money is not necessarily called money. Not only are people divided into different classes, but money is also divided into high and low. What is old money and new money? After thinking it over, He Xiaolan felt that the little money in her pocket should be considered no money.

The boss still looked handsome, and was much more creative than the ramen chef at Haidilao. The two tables around him were discussing their businesses in a low voice, with figures ranging from tens of millions to hundreds of millions. The three of them sat beside him and didn't dare to say a word. After all, they didn't even have hundreds of thousands, and they were afraid that their monthly salaries would affect the atmosphere of the entire restaurant.

The proletariat is always the most glorious. He Xiaolan often reflects on herself. Life is so tight now. Was she too sincere when she was a child, always dreaming of becoming a proletarian fighter? Growing up, she realized that people still need money to eat. The smell of money is the most tempting aroma in the world. People may not bow down for five pecks of rice, but they can do it for fifty pecks. Five hundred pecks is even better. Not only bow down, but even kneel down.

The good-looking waiter brought a few glasses of alcohol with names longer than his life and placed them in front of the three women. The three of them glanced at the waiter's appearance at the same time and exclaimed "Huh" from the bottom of their hearts. This is an affirmation of a man's appearance.

Monosyllabic words can express one's inner emotions the fastest. Speechless is "tsk", disgust is "humph", and love is definitely "eh". After all, the word "huh" already expresses a smile from the moment it is pronounced.

"I want to divorce Qian Helin..."

"Are you crazy or have you drunk too much?" He Xiaolan didn't have time to play with her phone, nor did she have time to look at the handsome guy. Every word sung by the resident singer in the bar was as annoying as the chirping of cicadas.

"Did he cheat on you? I told you from the beginning that his cunning heart was clearly written on his face, but you just wouldn't listen." Qin Tiantian was always good at stimulating the atmosphere, no matter if it was black or white, everything had to be crooked.

"Who can show his face with his guts? Qian Helin just has a few more wrinkles at most, but it's not enough to warrant a divorce." He Xiaolan kicked Qin Tiantian under the table, asking her to be more careful with her words.

Hua Hudie was the calmest. She finished the last sip of wine in her glass, took out a divorce agreement and tossed it to He Xiaolan. "No one is wrong, but we just can't continue to be husband and wife and live together."

"Who of you is tired of each other? Is he not capable anymore..." In He Xiaolan's experience, tiredness means sexual disharmony. However, Qian Helin and Hua Hudie don't have children, so it shouldn't be Hua Hudie's problem. If we use the process of elimination, then it is 100% Qian Helin's problem.

Qin Tiantian opened Taobao and searched for some aphrodisiacs to show Hua Hudie, "How about taking some medicine?

"It's not a matter of taking medicine."

"Even medicine doesn't work", He Xiaolan and Qin Tiantian were shocked. In their hearts, Qian Helin had become the last eunuch of the 21st century. He was wearing a blue robe and a red hat, squatting at the gate of the Forbidden City and shouting, "Take a photo, take a photo with a real eunuch, five yuan a photo, I am a real eunuch."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's okay...but there's no passion anymore." Hua Hudie interrupted in time, preserving Qian Helin's last bit of dignity as a man. Even though they were about to get divorced, he still couldn't be too ruthless.

Passion is when a single glance can send your heart racing, a passionate whirlwind of emotions. But these sparks are ultimately worn away by the trivialities of life. It's like the weather forecast predicting sunny weather, only to find it pouring down when you leave the house. You meet your true enemy at the right time.

"I remember your store has that kind of private service for couples? Have you two tried it?"

"Yes, is it necessary? I really think it would be more convenient to just leave." Hua Hudie played with the cup in her hand, carefully comparing the three cups to see what the differences were. She was a little drunk and her words were soft.

"It's easy for us to say divorce now. If you divorce now, what will happen to the store? How will the house be divided? Go home and tell your parents. Will they agree?"

"They will definitely agree. They have always supported me unconditionally in everything I did before. They can't stop me from getting a divorce if I can't live with them anymore." Hua Hudie still has confidence in her parents. After all, they have never refused any request that was not illegal.

In the early stages of a relationship, everything the other person does is adorable. The deer living in your heart, upon meeting the right person, will surely rush into their arms, regardless of life or death. Once you're over thirty-five, the deer in your heart loses its vitality. With a cigarette in hand, it surveys every ideal type that passes by. If someone approaches, the deer doesn't refuse. Instead, it extends its hand and, in a tired voice, says, "I can bump into you. If you pay me, I'll do it."

When He Xiaolan returned home and shared this important gossip with Wang Qingwei, Wang Qingwei wasn't surprised at all. Qian Helin waited for him downstairs at Wang Qingwei's company four days a week, chatting about everything from the US election to Aunt Li's daughter's wedding, the Middle East conflict to the new waiter hired at the coffee shop downstairs—never mind the real business. One day, unable to contain himself any longer, he dragged Wang Qingwei to Yanjiao to look at houses, saying it was quiet there and he wanted to move there.

"Why didn't you tell me if you knew it earlier?" After taking a shower and wiping the water off her body, He Xiaolan casually slapped Wang Qingwei with the towel in her hand.

"I'm just guessing. If paparazzi take pictures of two people dating, they have to kiss each other to prove it." Wang Qingwei took off his clothes quickly. The two of them had to take a shower quickly, otherwise they would have to run cold water again and wait for hot water, which was a waste of water money.

"If you say so, I have read Hua Hudie's unilateral divorce agreement tonight."

"That's really a hammer. What if they really get divorced?"

"If we don't have children, everything will be easy. If it doesn't work, I'll give Qian Helin to you, and you two can live together in the future."

He Xiaolan turned on the security camera at home in Tianjin. It was past eleven o'clock, and Yueyue had already gone to bed. He Xiaolan zoomed in on the surveillance footage. Yueyue's small study table still had her freshly finished handicraft homework, a crooked lantern.

He Xiaolan wanted to buy the material package online, but was strongly opposed by Ms. Zhang Xinrong, who insisted on cultivating her child's hands-on skills herself. He Xiaolan's grandmother was not a handy person, so Ms. Zhang Xinrong had no idea what the two of them were insisting on.

Seeing the lantern placed neatly on the table, He Xiaolan knew that Yueyue must like it very much, so there was no need to pursue perfection. Even if she made the most beautiful lantern in the class with the material package, it would be just a grain of sand in the time of growing up and not worth mentioning.

When Yueyue was just born, He Xiaolan said she would never miss a moment of her growth. However, Yueyue spent most of her growing up working hard in the company, and Wang Qingwei was like a pair of invisible wings. No matter how little she did, she couldn't miss him when she was celebrating.

When He Xiaolan pushed open the door of Yang Fan's office, Yang Fan was teaching the new administrative director how to use Excel. He Xiaolan felt that one was teaching sincerely and the other was learning sincerely.

Yang Fan's introduction seemed redundant. People tend to talk a lot when they are in an awkward situation. He Xiaolan had already heard for the fifth time that the administrative director was named Jiang Wei. She graduated from the broadcasting department of an art academy, had just returned from the UK, and could speak several foreign languages.

He Xiaolan could only stand aside and nod in agreement, smiling and saying polite words of welcome again and again.

However, He Xiaolan's job is to manage the company's personnel...

Yang Fan was just too nervous...

Jiang Wei was very enthusiastic, holding He Xiaolan's arm and flattering her non-stop. He Xiaolan really didn't have time to flirt with her. Today was Friday, and after finishing her work, He Xiaolan could prepare to rush to Tianjin to reunite with her precious daughter.

It was also my fault that I came in at the wrong time and delayed the reunion between Yang Fan and his baby.

But thanks to Jiang Wei's presence, she would have been scolded if she had come in now. The company had added a new business line, and Yang Fan, recklessly demanding He Xiaolan build a team within a month and a half, declared that recruiting someone was easier than finding a four-legged toad. In a month and a half, He Xiaolan scrambled to hire enough people, but the test results weren't ideal, and the head office told Yang Fan to cut the new business line.

He Xiaolan came up with several staffing optimization plans, but Yang Fan wasn't satisfied with any of them. Yang Fan had always been convinced that his plans were sound and that He Xiaolan had failed to recruit the best talent. What a great blame game! As expected, this plan was rejected again. He Xiaolan immediately considered jumping off the building with Yang Fan.

But at this moment, the cell phone kept ringing, and the buzzing sound against the table pulled at He Xiaolan's most fragile nerves, playing a song "Flight of the Bumblebee".

"I won't take out a loan, I won't buy a suburban villa..."

He Xiaolan answered the phone in a bad mood, her expression showing directly on the other end's face before the other party could even speak. She could clearly sense that the person on the other end was lost in thought. She hung up the phone. If not now, when would she?

"Excuse me, are you He Xiaolan? When is your mother, Zhang Xinrong, going to pay us back the money she owes?"

It seems that I won’t be able to hang up this phone for a while.