Wen Qing and Ji Yan followed Guo Jian into the store.

"Mr. Wen, I really didn't expect you to come in person," Guo Jian said happily again.

Wen Qing smiled.

Ji Yanjun replied, "Coming in person shows our sincerity."

“That’s right, that’s right,” Guo Jian said with a smile.

The three of them went into Guo Jian's office as they talked. Guo Jian personally poured water for the two of them and asked, "Young Master Wen, would Brother Ji like some tea?"

"I'll drink boiled water."

"drink."

Wen Qing and Ji Yan both spoke at the same time, but what they said was different. Guo Jian smiled and said, "Okay, we have boiled water and tea here." As he spoke, Guo Jian brought over two teacups.

Wen Qing and Ji Yan both extended their hands to say thank you.

Guo Jian sat opposite the two and asked about their journey: "Just the two of you? You're pretty fast. Did you encounter any toll collectors along the way?"

Wen Qing had no recollection of it.

Ji Yanjun said, "We encountered two or three people, said a few words to them, and then released them and their vehicles. They didn't cause any trouble."

Guo Jian was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, "Brother Ji is truly capable."

Ji Yanjun smiled but didn't say anything.

A moment later, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in," Guo Jian said.

"Mr. Guo, the five thousand sets of clothes and five thousand pairs of shoes are just right. The sampling inspection found no quality problems," the visitor said.

Guo Jian nodded: "Okay, I understand."

After the visitor left, Guo Jian looked at Wen Qing and said, "Young Mr. Wen, you're really something. You didn't get wet in the rain yesterday."

Wen Qing: "Thanks to Mr. Ji for taking care of me."

Ji Yanjun glanced at Wen Qing: "It's because Wen Qing always has a sense of responsibility."

Guo Jian laughed: "It's rare to see Brother Ji praising someone."

Wen Qing kept smiling.

Guo Jian took out his key from his pocket, glanced at the door, then bent down to open the cabinet under his desk, took out a black package, placed it on the desk, sat up straight and said, "Mr. Wen, we agreed on full payment upon delivery. Since you're so sincere, I have to be sincere too."

Ji Yanjun glanced at the black package on the table, then looked at Wen Qing.

Guo Jian pushed the money to Wen Qing: "Young Master Wen, please count it."

“Okay.” Wen Qing did not refuse. She took the black package, unzipped it, and found stacks of one-hundred-yuan bills. Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun: “Help me count them together.”

“Okay.” Ji Yanjun nodded and stepped forward to count the money together.

Guo Jian had seen many business partners who would politely say things like, "Why count? Do you think I don't trust you, Mr. Guo?" when receiving money. This was the first time he had seen someone like Wen Qing who was so meticulous as to count the money one bill at a time.

It was precisely this meticulousness that made Guo Jian's collaboration with Wen Qing so pleasant. This shows that Wen Qing is genuine and straightforward. From the very beginning of signing the contract, he adhered to the principle that friendship is friendship and work is work. This approach may not be popular, but for those who are truly in business, it is very appealing. Everything is clearly stated on the table, which can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"How many did you count?" Wen Qing asked.

“Four hundred and twenty-five,” Ji Yanjun replied.

Do you have counterfeit money?

Ji Yanjun felt slightly embarrassed, but he still told the truth: "No."

Wen Qing nodded, silently did some calculations, then put away the cash, looked at Guo Jian, and finally showed a friendly smile: "Mr. Guo, the money and goods are settled."

Guo Jian laughed and said jokingly, "You little rascal, it's lucky you met me. If it were anyone else, your directness would offend people."

Wen Qing laughed: "So, a straightforward approach is only for straightforward people." Wen Qing flattered Guo Jian again.

Guo Jian laughed: "I like to hear that. Come on, Brother Ji, let's go out to a restaurant."

"Okay." Ji Yanjun stood up with a smile.

Wen Qing also stood up.

After the three of them left the office, Ji Yanjun leaned close to Wen Qing and whispered, "Let me carry the bag."

Wen Qing glanced at him, thinking that Ji Yanjun often carried large amounts of cash and was safer than herself, so she said, "Thank you." Then she handed the black package to Ji Yanjun.

Afterwards, Guo Jian gathered his men and, together with Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing, went to a very famous restaurant in Fucheng for dinner. Although there were no laws about drunk driving or fines at that time, Ji Yanjun insisted on not drinking, saying that he had something to do later and needed to return to Nanzhou with Wen Qing.

Therefore, he ate a lot, but didn't drink a drop of alcohol.

Wen Qing did drink two cups.

Ji Yanjun looked at her and said, "Don't get drunk."

Wen Qing laughed: "Just two cups, I didn't feel anything at all."

Ji Yanjun did not speak again.

After the meal, the group left the restaurant. As soon as they left, Guo Jian's men ran over and whispered in Guo Jian's ear, "Feng Qing Clothing has only been hanging up for a short time, and they've already sold two hundred pieces."

"So fast?" Guo Jian asked in surprise.

His exclamation drew the attention of Wen Qing, Ji Yanjun, and others.

Guo Jian quickly said, "It's alright, it's alright."

Wen Qing and Ji Yan exchanged a glance, and they could guess about 80 or 90 percent of what was going on from Guo Jian's attitude.

As soon as Guo Jian's men left, Guo Jian showed Wen Qing considerable enthusiasm.

Wen Qing was also quite modest.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun said they wanted to leave and return to Nanzhou.

Unable to persuade him to stay, Guo Jian could only say, "Young Mr. Wen, let's keep in touch."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "If Mr. Guo needs clothes, he can call my shop."

Can you still deliver?

Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun, then turned to Guo Jian and smiled: "If it exceeds five thousand, it should be possible."

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Mr. Wen."

"Mr. Guo, you're too kind." Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun and said, "Let's go."

"Um."

Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing said goodbye to Guo Jian.

Guo Jian then returned to the shop. As soon as he entered, he saw a crowd gathered around the clothes that Wen Qing had brought. He went up to listen carefully and heard a chorus of praise from everyone.

They praised Fengqing's clothing for being beautiful, of good quality, and exquisite, among other things.

Some people even knew that Wen Qing, the owner of Feng Qing Clothing, was the champion of the "Jin Ying Cup" Clothing Competition and was featured in the newspaper. Being featured in the newspaper is a very prestigious thing, making ordinary people feel that the brand is high-end but also distant.

Unexpectedly, Fengqing clothing has appeared in Fucheng, which is quite novel and makes people feel that being associated with "Fengqing" elevates their social status.

In short, Fengqing Clothing sold better than Guo Jian had expected.

Guo Jian laughed loudly: "I have a good eye!" He had the foresight to see the clothes made by Wen Qing, so he immediately took out his mobile phone and called Feng Qing Clothing Factory in Nanzhou.

"Hello, is this Fengqing Clothing?" Guo Jian said.

"Hello, this is Fengqing Clothing."

"I am Guo Jian. When your boss, Ms. Wen, returns, please tell her that I need another five thousand spring clothes."

"ah?"

"No, if you're not sure, wait until Ms. Wen gets back and has her call me. She has my number. My name is Guo Jian."

"Okay, okay, I understand." After hanging up the phone, Mr. Wang looked at Mr. Yan with a blank expression.

Master Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

"The small boss just delivered the goods, and now they want another 5,000 pieces of spring clothing."

"Another five thousand?" Master Yan was quite surprised. This was really a windfall. "But what if the spring clothes haven't been made yet?"

"Guo Jian said that we can talk to the young boss when he comes back."

When is the young boss coming back?

"It should be on its way."

"That's good." Master Yan's heart was pounding because of another five thousand pieces, and he just hoped that Wen Qing would come back soon.

At this moment, Wen Qing and Ji Yan had already boarded the truck.

Ji Yanjun asked, "Want to go shopping?" Wen Qing used to love shopping.

"No, let's go home quickly."

"I need to go get gas and then get some parts of the car repaired. I won't be able to leave for a while," Ji Yanjun said.

"Oh well."

“I can protect your money and go with you. The car will be left to the mechanic.”

"Do you want to buy something?" Wen Qing asked. She remembered that he never had the habit of buying things for his family in his previous life, and he hadn't bought anything for her very often either.

Sure enough, the next second they heard Ji Yanjun say, "I won't buy it. You all look down on the things I buy."

"You guys?" Wen Qing smiled, not taking his choice of words to heart.

Then, the two parked the car at the repair shop and picked the most bustling area in Fucheng. Wen Qing wanted to buy everything she saw.

Buy it for Yao Shiling.

Buy it for Wen Liang.

Buy it for Wen Peng.

Buy it for Aunt Xiao.

Buy it for Bao Hong.

Buy it for Master Yan.

...Wen Qing bought all the employees whose names he could name. Anyway, he had a truck, so he could buy as many as he wanted.

Finally, Wen Qing walked up to a 14-inch black and white television set and laughed, remembering what Wen Peng had said about the people inside the frame moving.

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Yanjun asked.

I miss Pengpeng.

"Is it related to television?"

"Um."

"Want to buy a TV?"

"Um."

"Buy it."

Wen Qing nodded, then asked, "Boss, how much is this black and white TV?"

"Six hundred and five yuan."

"So expensive?" Wen Qing said with a smile.

"There are cheaper ones. This 12-inch one is also a Venus brand, for 40 or 40 yuan. But there are fewer channels available, and the snowflake pattern is more pronounced than the 605 yuan one."

"Can you make it cheaper?" Wen Qing had her eye on the 14-inch black and white television.

"No way, it's already so cheap, how can it be any cheaper? I won't even make a profit."

Ji Yanjun stood aside, quietly watching Wen Qing. Wen Qing had her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a wool coat she had made herself, the hem of which was a little fluffy. She wore a bright-colored scarf, black pants, and small leather shoes. She looked better than everyone else. Her fair and tender face was smiling as she bargained with the TV shop owner. She was gentle and polite, looking so beautiful.

As Ji Yanjun looked at the photos, he felt a pang of sadness and heartache.

"Boss, I've come all this way, and a discount of three yuan is too little. Can you make it even cheaper?" Wen Qing said with a smile.

"Two more dollars off, that's the lowest I can go."

"good."

"Another five dollars less to make," the boss muttered as he went to get cardboard boxes and foam to pack the television.

Ji Yanjun snapped out of his daze, turned his head, and asked, "How much?"

"The 14-inch one costs 600 yuan, but the shop owner is too stingy and can only give me a 5 yuan discount."

Just as Ji Yanjun was about to take out his money, Wen Qing had already paid.

Ji Yanjun withdrew his hand from his pocket, smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to help carry the television.

Wen Qing was carrying and hugging things in her arms.

"Are you still going to buy it?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"I'm not buying it."

"Aren't you going to buy it for yourself?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Wen Qing laughed: "I have much more stuff in the house in Green Garden than this."

Ji Yanjun smiled.

In the past, when Wen Qing bought things, she would always buy them for Ji Yanjun first. Now, she buys things for everyone she can name, but not for him.

"Let's go, the car needs to be repaired," Wen Qing said.

Ji Yanjun nodded and followed Wen Qing toward the repair shop.

After the two picked up the truck, Wen Qing called Yao Shiling and Feng Qing Garment Factory to tell them when she would return, and then got into the car and left Fucheng.

Unlike the journey there, which was rushed, the return trip was less hectic, allowing for a more leisurely drive. We traveled during the day and rested at guesthouses as darkness fell, trying our best not to sleep on the road.

The initial awkwardness between the two had dissipated. Although they spoke little, they would occasionally exchange a few words.

As they approached Nanzhou, Wen Qing suddenly felt relieved. Passing through some markets and villages, he saw that many households had already pasted red and yellow or red and black couplets on their double doors, all of which contained auspicious words.

"The Chinese New Year is almost here," Wen Qing said.

Ji Yanjun: "Hmm."

"You probably won't be driving again after the New Year, right?"

"Um."

After asking the question, Wen Qing stopped asking and looked ahead, muttering to himself, "We've arrived in Nanzhou, and we'll be in the county town soon."

“I’ll take you to Shuiwan Village,” Ji Yanjun replied.

Wen Qing glanced at her belongings inside the carriage, then, remembering the things she still had at the back, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Ji Yanjun smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Wen Qing turned around, took the checkered bag from the car seat, took out cash from the bag, counted it twice, and prepared to pay Ji Yanjun as a delivery fee.

But just as the car reached the four-way intersection in the county town, it suddenly slowed down and came to a stop.

"elder brother!"

Wen Qing looked outside and saw Ji Ningzhi standing at the four-way intersection, waving and calling out to Ji Yanjun.