Hearing her softly recount trivial matters, Shen Jichuan felt a faint happiness lingering in his heart.
After saying a few words, Wen Qiao said she was going upstairs to rest.
Shen Jichuan knew she wanted to hang up the phone.
He quickly said a few words to Wen Qiao.
"I can't go back tonight, and tomorrow might depend on the situation. Take care of yourself."
Wen Qiao gave a soft "hmm".
The more infatuated Shen Jichuan became with her, the more she needed to bring herself back to her senses.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Qiao stared at the phone on the living room table, hesitating for a long time.
He then chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Has she really fallen into Shen Jichuan's trap of sweet words?
Her obsession in her previous life killed her, so in this life, she must be more cautious in everything she does.
Regarding her future with Shen Jichuan, she wasn't that brave. He said to give it a try, and she really went ahead and tried without hesitation.
After returning to the second floor, Wen Qiao washed up briefly and went to bed. However, she had a dream that night in which her mother was beaten to the point of near death by her stepfather.
"mom……."
Wen Qiao suddenly sat up in bed and realized that her forehead was covered in sweat and her body was damp.
She didn't know what time it was, but she really couldn't sleep.
She turned on the desk lamp and reviewed all the accounting knowledge she had learned before. Shen Jichuan gave her two books. At first, Wen Qiao couldn't understand them, but later, combined with what her accounting teacher had taught her, she gradually began to understand some of them.
As dawn approached, she took a shower, applied the ointment while looking in the mirror, and had to admit, the ointment Shen Jichuan gave her was really good; the superficial wound on her waist no longer hurt.
She went to the supply and marketing cooperative as usual.
She sells vegetables at the front counter; she's beautiful and speaks with poise and grace.
The key is that he speaks fluent Mandarin without any rural accent, and his voice is clear and bright.
When she sells things, she also looks for scallions and garlic cloves, and gives some away as a bonus.
This capitalizes on customers' desire for a bargain.
As a result, more and more people came to Wenqiao to buy things.
Xiao Liu watched as Wen Qiao quickly sold out the celery.
He said with eyes full of admiration:
"Wen Qiao, you're really amazing. When Sister Li and I were working at the counter, we also used the sales pitches you taught us, but we still couldn't sell as fast as you. Look, it's only been a morning, and we've already sold out two big bags of celery."
"You've sold out all the potatoes and onions in our warehouse. Director Li even said you're a promising sales talent."
Wen Qiao chuckled softly and sat down, holding onto the stool.
"To sell things, you need to be good with your words and quick with your actions. If you want to sell something, you definitely need to be eloquent."
As we were talking, we heard a commotion coming from the counter next door.
Wen Qiao turned her head and looked over.
It turned out that Wang Zhihui and Wang Lan were fighting.
Wang Zhihui stepped forward, grabbed Wang Lan's hair, and began to tear, pull, and verbally abuse her.
"Did you go to the director to complain? What did I steal? I didn't steal anything. It's all your fault. You can't stand me, so you've been messing with me behind my back."
Wang Lan is no pushover either.
He suddenly shoved Wang Zhihui away and slapped her across the face with both hands.
Neither of them were easy to deal with, and their fight was so loud that Director Xiao, who was in charge of the counter area, came over from behind.
"Stop it, all of you. This is a supply and marketing cooperative, not a place for you to fight."
"Wang Zhihui, you've been fired. Leave now, or are you going to the police station?"
Hearing Director Xiao's words, Wang Zhihui felt a pang of guilt.
He released his grip on Wang Lan's hair and walked outside.
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