Chapter 1: Producing cotton clothes for ghosts in the hot summer
Today is the 10th day that Chen Jinyue has been in debt.
Because of a will, she went from being an outstanding graduate of the Cultural Relics Department of Peking University to an heir to a factory with tens of millions in debt.
My parents' business went bankrupt and they committed suicide in despair, leaving behind a huge debt and a will.
Contents of the will: Cash and the old villa were left to his son Chen Jie, and the factory and all unsaleable goods were left to his daughter Chen Jinyue.
As soon as her grandparents learned of the will, they transferred the cash and arranged for Chen Jie to go abroad, leaving her alone to face the creditors and employees...
"Miss Chen, don't blame us for being disloyal! The seventh day has already passed, isn't it time to give us an explanation? There are hundreds of workers downstairs waiting to eat!"
"You have two or three villas at home. I don't believe you can't afford it with this little salary!"
"That's right! The old man just sent you some antiques, saying they'd easily sell for millions! Don't delay any longer! If you don't pay today, none of us will leave!"
Chen Jinyue's face was haggard. "Everyone, please be patient. I will sell the antiques that Grandpa sent me as soon as possible. I will pay you your wages as soon as I get the money. You can return to your posts first."
"Why would I return to my job? People have already returned the goods, and I won't even pay them. Are you going to produce cotton clothes in the middle of summer for no one to wear?"
“…”
The workers cursed, but in order to get their wages, they had no choice but to believe her.
The office door closed.
Chen Jinyue closed his eyes.
It is said that when a man is about to die his words are good.
But her parents were determined to drag her into the abyss even before their death to save their son.
When she opened her phone, the screen was still on the text message Chen Jie had sent her—
"Chen Jinyue, you see what I've got, right? I only asked for a few hundred thousand yuan, and left you the valuable factory and antiques! When you make a comeback in the future, don't forget my kindness!"
Bullshit favor!
Chen Jinyue quickly walked to the pile of things that his grandfather had brought early in the morning and kicked it. With a "crash" sound, several porcelain bottles shattered to the ground.
The inferior kiln-fired surfaces clearly show that these are fakes!
Now all the workers know that the Chen family sent antiques to her and asked her to pay their wages.
What will they think if she can't come up with the money?
She knew her family disliked her and thought she was standing in her brother's way, but she didn't expect them to hate her so much and want to kill her at this time...
A thumb-sized ornament rolled out from the broken porcelain on the ground. It was shaped like a door and looked like it was taken from the building blocks of an ancient courtyard. The mortise and tenon structure was intact.
Chen Jinyue was furious when he saw these fakes in the morning, but he missed this thing.
She quickly took out a magnifying glass and a small flashlight from her bag, pushed open the door, and carefully identified it for a long time.
strangeness.
Very strange.
She was sure it was old, but she couldn't pinpoint the period.
She had never even seen the material.
She was so distracted that she didn't notice that at the same time she accidentally pushed open the small door, the office door was pushed open.
A young man in ancient costume, about 1.8 meters tall, with a pale face and a clear temperament, walked in.
He was dressed very warmly, with his long hair held up by a white crown, a black cloak, and the fur around his neck was covered with snowflakes.
"Is it snowing outside?"
Chen Jinyue looked at him in surprise, then subconsciously looked out the window.
The sun is shining brightly, and the leaves are listless.
The air conditioner in the office was blowing straight at full speed, and the dedicated workers were resisting the 38-degree heat.
It would be great if it snowed, so that the large batch of cotton-padded clothes in the warehouse wouldn’t be unsold and waiting to be subject to compulsory execution.
When Jiang Qian'an heard the question and was about to nod, his eyes fell on Chen Jinyue's clothes, and his pale handsome face flushed.
This woman's features are indeed delicate and pretty, but why is she so naked? Her arms and neck are exposed, and her hair is untidy and unkempt...
He quickly turned his back.
"I'm sorry, young lady. I saw your shop was still open, so I just barged in. I didn't realize you hadn't washed and changed your clothes yet."
“???”
Chen Jinyue looked at herself suspiciously. What she was wearing looked like pajamas?
Jiang Qian'an turned his back and his eyes were attracted by the cotton sweaters displayed on the shelf not far away.
He took a few steps forward, his fingers groping at the fabric.
This ready-to-wear style is unprecedented, simple and neat, and fits the body closely. I don’t know what the fabric is made of, but it is airtight and looks very warm.
Looking around, he looked surprised.
The weather in northern Xinjiang is particularly cold this year. Heavy snow has been falling for half a month, and the snow on the ground is a foot thick. The shops are empty, and many door panels have been removed to burn firewood for heating.
Even so, the number of people freezing to death is still increasing every day.
At the end of the street, he found the only shop with a door.
It was freezing outside, but as soon as he walked in, he felt wrapped in warmth.
Now I even have a slight fever.
After a brief moment of confusion, Chen Jinyue quickly reacted. Who else could come to the factory at this time except a creditor to give him money?
She ignored his strange penchant for ancient costumes and politely said, "Sir, I don't see you look familiar. Do you have a contract? I can't come up with the money right now, but my grandfather sent me a batch of antiques. As long as I sell them, I can pay you back in part! It's useless for you to come to the factory. The equipment has been moved out, and there is only a batch of clothes..."
Jiang Qi'an clutched the cotton-padded jacket on the shelf and tried to speak calmly, "Are you selling all these clothes?"
Chen Jinyue, “…”
What else?
The whole county knew that Chen Jianguo’s big client had run away, leaving him with a large backlog of winter clothes that could not be sold, and his capital chain was broken.
She choked for a few seconds and nodded, "For sale."
"I don't have a contract, but this jade pendant is enough to buy your shop." Jiang Qian'an didn't know what a contract was, but he knew that money can make the world go round.
He pulled off the jade pendant from his waist and placed it on the table, pointing to the rows of clothes on the shelf, "I want all of these!"
Chen Jinyue stared at him in a daze for a long time before he understood what he meant.
He is not a creditor, he wants to buy samples from her?
She lowered her eyes to look at the ancient jade on the table with surprise and reached out to take it.
The man's hand did not move away.
"Since you have so many clothes, why don't you wear them yourself?" Jiang Qian'an asked with his eyes slightly narrowed.
Seeing her fair, delicate and tender skin, completely different from those people on the border whose cheeks were sore from the cold, Jiang Qian'an became a little alert, thinking that she might be a spy from the enemy country.
Seeing that he didn't let go, Chen Jinyue looked at him questioningly, "???"
From saying she was wearing pajamas to saying she wasn’t wearing them anymore?
"Handsome guy, the high temperature today is 38 degrees Celsius, and a high temperature warning has been issued. Do I have to put on my down jacket and show it to you?"
“…”
Jiang Qian'an seemed to understand but not quite.
Does she mean it's hot today?
Doesn't she know that there is no house left on this street now?
The people were either huddled in drafty houses, their bodies stiff, or braving the snow to seek refuge with relatives and friends, their lives unknown...
While he was stunned, Chen Jinyue picked up the jade pendant.
This piece of white jade, half the size of a palm, is round in shape, divided into two circles, an inner and an outer circle, with a lifelike dragon swimming in the center.
The texture is warm and the color is excellent.
Chen Jinyue majored in cultural relics in college, and there is no limit to the study of cultural relics. Even if the age of this jade pendant is uncertain, the estimated value is at least six figures.
Her eyes lit up, "Of course I can show you, just wait!"
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