On TV?

Wen Qing looked at Jin Ling.

Jin Ling was dressed fashionably, with exquisite makeup, and seemed to radiate an aura as she smiled at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing looked around. The cameras, the host, the makeup artist, and everything else were ready, just waiting for her to take her seat. She smiled and asked, "Can I refuse?"

The others were taken aback.

Pete and Wang Zhishan looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You guys don't let me refuse at all," Wen Qing said with a smile.

Jin Ling, Pete, and Wang Zhishan breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Zhishan, in particular, thought that Wen Qing would be foolish enough to give up such a good opportunity. He knew that if Wen Qing appeared on TV, she would become famous and her brand position would be more stable.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qing was just joking, which made Jin Ling laugh, and the originally slightly tense atmosphere instantly became relaxed.

"Makeup artist, makeup artist!" Pete said happily, "Come on, do a makeup job for our little Wenqing, our little boss."

"Okay, okay."

Makeup artists and Pete got busy.

After the interview, Jin Ling treated Wen Qing to a meal, and took the opportunity to ask Wen Qing for two sets of clothes.

Wen Qing said, "I take the college entrance exam in a week, so the clothes can only be made after the exam."

“No problem,” Jin Ling said with a smile.

After talking with the group for a while, Wen Qing and the others parted ways, with Wen Qing heading towards Feng Qing Garment Factory.

By this time, there were no reporters or cameras at Fengqing Garment Factory. However, people passing by still glanced at Fengqing Garment Factory and whispered among themselves.

"Someone was filming this store with a camera just now."

"They'll be on TV in a couple of days."

"Even the famous actress Jin Ling wears their clothes."

"I'm wearing it too, hehe."

"..."

Wen Qing smiled after hearing this, saying that the influence of celebrities and television in this era is no less than that in the 21st century.

As soon as Wen Qing arrived at Fengqing Garment Factory, Master Yan came over and told her everything that had just happened.

Although Wen Qing already knew this, she still listened attentively. She knew that Feng Qing would be even busier in the future, so she said, "Master Yan, the weather is hot, everyone should take precautions against heatstroke and avoid getting too hot."

Master Yan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, young boss."

Wen Qing had just eaten chili peppers, fish, and shrimp, and then walked back from the restaurant. Feeling unwell from the heat, she drank a lot of herbal tea to calm herself down before riding her bicycle back to Shuiwan Village.

I vomited as soon as I got back to Shuiwan Village.

"Wen Qing, what's wrong?" Yao Shiling quickly came over and asked.

After rinsing her mouth, Wen Qing felt much better and said with a smile, "I ate too much with them at noon, and it was hot just now, so I felt a bit uncomfortable. Now that I've thrown up, I feel much better."

Yao Shiling breathed a sigh of relief: "Then go stand in front of the fan and let it cool you down, so you don't get heatstroke."

"good."

To keep Wen Qing from getting too hot, Yao Shiling specially laid a bamboo mat on the bed in the east-facing tiled house and placed an electric fan in front of her.

After vomiting, Wen Qing washed her face, picked up a book, lay down on the cool bamboo mat, and began to read.

Yao Shiling sat to the side sewing shoe soles.

"Wen Qing," Yao Shiling called out.

Wen Qing responded.

“During the two or three days of your college entrance exam, Mom will go to the city to cook for you,” Yao Shiling said.

"No need, it's too hot."

"It's not that hot at all. I feel cool sitting here," Yao Shiling said.

"No need," Wen Qing said. "It's just the college entrance exam, just take it easy."

Yao Shiling stopped arguing.

For the next two days, Wen Qing stayed in Shuiwan Village and communicated by phone. She spent her days at home reading and doing exercises.

"Wen Qing, stop reading all the time and eat more vegetables," Yao Shiling said.

Wen Qing laughed: "Mom, there's too much, I can't eat it all."

As the mother and daughter were talking, the phone rang. Wen Qing put down her chopsticks to answer it, and as soon as she put the receiver to her ear, she heard Bao Hong scream, "Sister Wen Qing! You're on TV!! I saw it!!! Everyone saw it!!!!"

Wen Qing: "..."

"Sister Wenqing, being on TV is really amazing! Our shop's three phones have been ringing off the hook today!" Bao Hong said excitedly. Bao Hong's family was originally poor and often didn't know where their next meal would come from. Her grandfather was the old man who used to work at Aunt Xiao's tailor shop, and he would often help her family out.

However, since she came to Fengqing, as Fengqing has expanded, her wages have increased day by day. Now her grandfather no longer repairs shoes and is enjoying his retirement at home.

And because of Wen Qing's positive influence, her status at home has risen significantly.

Now she treats Fengqing as her own family member, and no one can say a bad word about her. She also treats Wenqing as her own sister, and no one can say a bad word about Wenqing.

"Sister Wenqing, you look so beautiful on TV! You're just as beautiful as Jinling! Now the whole country is seeing you!" Bao Hong said excitedly, her words coming out very quickly.

Wen Qingxiao, the people of the whole country? Probably the people of the whole country.

The facts also reflect the situation of the entire nation.

Even Ji Yanjun and Gangzi in Xiacheng saw it. At this moment, the two of them were sitting in a simple house. There were two beds and a table in the house. On the table was a twelve-inch black and white television that was playing commercials.

Ji Yanjun and Gangzi sat in front of the TV, each holding a large white porcelain jar filled with a bowl of noodles. There wasn't a single vegetable in the jar, just a mound of pickled vegetables on top and a few cloves of garlic next to them. The two of them were engrossed in eating.

"Yanjun, we're making money now, why are we still eating noodles? Can't you put a couple of pieces of meat in them? It's so bland. You could at least stir-fry a couple of dishes." Gangzi complained as he slurped his noodles.

Ji Yanjun, while eating, replied, "If you can do it, then you do it."

Gangzi fell silent.

Ji Yanjun and Gangzi have been in Xiacheng for more than three months. At first, they were busy renting a car and looking for business. They ate steamed buns and drank cold water in the morning, steamed bread with pickled vegetables at noon, and noodles in the evening.

Since it was always steamed buns, mantou, or noodles, the two of them never complained.

These days, running a transportation business is quite lucrative, especially running routes that others can't or dare not run.

So for more than three months, they worked day and night and finally bought their own car and had some money in hand. But Ji Yanjun did not send any money home. He knew that his family was struggling financially, but Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi were stubborn and he did not want to encourage them further.

A little while later, Gangzi said again, "Yanjun, shall we continue what we're doing after we finish eating?"

"Mm," Ji Yanjun replied.

"Can we go back to Nanzhou to see Wenqing in a week?" Gangzi asked.

"able."

Since Yanjun says it's possible, then it's possible.

Gangzi turned to look at the TV and suddenly exclaimed, "Yanjun, look! It's Jin Ling! My dream girl, I love her just the way she is!"

Ji Yanjun buried his head in his noodles.

"Look, the reporter is interviewing Jin Ling!" Gangzi sat up straight, staring intently at the TV, almost forgetting to eat his noodles. "Jin Ling is so beautiful. She's in that period drama that's been airing lately. She's gorgeous."

"Eat quickly," Ji Yanjun urged.

Gangzi was eating while staring at the TV screen when he suddenly stared at it in disbelief. After a long pause, he finally said, "Smell, smell, smell the green..."

Ji Yanjun heard the movement.

"Wen Qing is on TV too!" Gangzi exclaimed.

Ji Yanjun suddenly looked up and saw Wen Qing smiling at the camera, saying, "Hello everyone, my name is Wen Qing."

"It really is Wen Qing! Wen Qing is actually on TV!" Gangzi exclaimed excitedly.

Ji Yanjun stared intently at her, watching her smile in front of the camera, watching her composed and unhurried in front of the camera. Looking at her, it was as if he hadn't seen her for centuries.

Ji Yanjun felt a lump in his throat.

"Yanjun, are you crying because you miss Wenqing?" Gangzi asked.

"roll!"

Gangzi pulled his stool a little further away from Ji Yanjun and continued, "Ever since you came to Xia City, you've been dreaming about her almost every night, calling out 'Qingqing' countless times every night. You say you don't miss her, so why are your eyes red?"

Ji Yanjun ignored him, staring intently at the television screen, watching the entire interview from beginning to end, and remained lost in thought for a long time.

"Yanjun, the TV show is over," Gangzi said.

Ji Yanjun suddenly said, "She's lost weight."

Gangzi almost fainted. Everyone says that the camera makes people look fatter, but he could actually tell that Wen Qing had lost weight. He must be crazy. He then said, "Are you stupid?"

At this moment, Ji Yanjun suddenly stood up, poured half a porcelain jar of noodles into Gangzi's porcelain jar, and said, "Eat up and get on the bus!"

"Damn it, Ji Yanjun, you son of a bitch, you're such a waste of food! You expect me to do the work of two people after eating so much? No way!"

After the meal, the two washed their own white porcelain jars, put them in their backpacks, locked the door, walked to a brand-new truck, got on, went to a factory, loaded the truck with goods, took half the money, and then drove out of Xiacheng.

Meanwhile, the news of Wen Qing appearing on television, while not causing a national sensation, was enough to shock everyone who knew Wen Qing, as well as Wangcheng County.

Even Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Ji Ningzhi saw it.

The family of three sat at the simple dining table in the main room, staring dumbfounded at the twelve-inch black and white television.

"This...this...is this Wen Qing?" Ji Yousheng asked in disbelief.

Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi turned pale and couldn't say a word.

In particular, when the host introduced Wen Qing, he mentioned that in addition to Feng Qing Garment Factory, Feng Qing Clothing Store, and Feng Qing Shoe Factory, Wen Qing also had Feng Qing Transportation Company.

It's important to know that at its peak, the Ji family only owned one transportation company.