Although she was very happy to be praised, Wan Zhenzhen did not dare to agree directly. She mumbled and said to a woman who was fiddling with the TV, "It's not time yet. Let's change the channel first."

The interviewer also said that this program is called a program, but in fact it is only five minutes long, just a slightly longer advertisement. The TV station stipulates that programs exceeding a certain length must be reviewed by the leadership, so the time can only be controlled within five minutes.

Wan Zhenzhen was afraid of missing the time, so she called people to come over long in advance. There was still half an hour before the show started, and she couldn't just wait like this face to face.

Some of the women began to change channels, but those who wanted to establish a relationship with Wan Zhenzhen still surrounded her.

Just now, Wan Zhenzhen didn't respond to my indirect approach. Now, several people exchanged glances with each other, preparing to make indirect comments.

"Zhenzhen, are those girls in your store capable of doing things? They are all young people..."

"That's right, why did Huazi find so many young girls?"

"Zhenzhen, you have to be careful..."

"That guy in our factory is just a self-employed person who made some money, and now he is getting a divorce from his wife."

Wan Zhenzhen got angry when she heard this. She didn't know why Wang Hua had to find these young girls. He specifically found girls who were only 17 or 18 years old. There wasn't even one in her 20s.

When Wan Zhenzhen asked Wang Hua about this, he avoided the topic and said that his partner said that young girls are the best for selling cigarettes and alcohol because they make people feel comfortable and buy more cigarettes and alcohol. When he said this, Wang Hua looked at her fat body with disdain, and that look made Wan Zhenzhen very angry.

Wan Zhenzhen also knew that what Wang Hua said made sense. The people who bought cigarettes and alcohol were all grown men, so it would look good if they had some pretty girls in the store. But since the matter was hers, Wan Zhenzhen couldn't help but think about it.

Wang Hua is now a well-known millionaire in the oil field. Although she has given birth to a son and has obtained a marriage certificate, if Wang Hua is willing, it will not be difficult for him to kick her out and find another young and beautiful woman to give birth to a son.

The thought of this possibility made Wan Zhenzhen's eyes tense.

If she could only be the woman behind Wang Hua in her life, would she have to live her life again? What if Wang Hua became rich and some shameless guy came to her and forced himself on her? What if Wang Hua really didn't want her anymore?

Wan Zhenzhen comforted herself again, she had given birth to a son, and when the son was around, would Wang Hua still want one? But thinking of the countless precedents just now, she was unsure.

Just as I was struggling with my thoughts, I heard a scream from the other end of the TV.

"This... is Qian Qing, right?"

"Wow, are we going to the provincial government?"

"No, didn't you see the small print below? Qingyue Clothing Co., Ltd.!"

"Voice, sound, turn it up!"

Wan Zhenzhen turned her head in disbelief. How could it be possible?! Doesn't Qian Qing only have three stores? They are all small stores, just selling clothes. How could it be possible to be listed on the provincial and municipal governments?

On TV, Qian Qing was dressed up, with some makeup on her face, and her long wavy hair hanging behind her head. Standing in the camera, she looked like a movie star.

"Don't mention it, Qian Qing is really pretty."

"It's really photogenic. It looks even better on TV."

"...Why do you say Qian Qing has set up three factories in the provincial capital?"

"What? They said they have reached cooperation with three state-owned factories!"

"What kind of cooperation?"

“Just placing orders for others!”

"Wow……"

…

Wan Zhenzhen's complexion became worse and worse, and paler and paler, and she felt indescribably uncomfortable in her heart.

She thought Wang Hua and she had surpassed Qian Qing, but Qian Qing quietly took another step forward. They were still on the city TV saying that they were going to open a store, but now they have opened a store in the provincial capital and started doing business with state-owned factories. They were on the city TV, while Qian Qing was on the provincial TV...

The more Wan Zhenzhen thought about it, the more upset she felt. She wished she could kick everyone in the room out right now.

Among the people who came, some actually came to watch TV, and they kept talking without stopping.

After more than 20 minutes, Qian Qing's interview was over. Wan Zhenzhen's mood did not improve. With Qian Qing's program in front, everyone would inevitably compare it with Huazhen Tobacco and Wine's program. Thinking of this, Wan Zhenzhen hated Qian Qing even more.

Why in the world are there such people who have everything but still can't get along with her!

…

That night, many people went home and talked about it with their families.

"You know Zhou Hao, the deputy captain of the maintenance team, right? His wife is Qian Qing, the one who sold popsicles last year!"

"It's incredible! It was even on the provincial TV station! They said they are now cooperating with three state-owned factories! They've even opened a store in the provincial capital!"

"Last year, they sold popsicles very well, which shows that they are very capable!"

"Huazhen Cigarettes and Liquor? Oh, it was on TV, but it was only on the city TV station and it lasted only five minutes."

…

Because of this TV show, Qingyue received several orders the next day. Qian Qing made a special phone call to the provincial capital and asked them to pay attention to production efficiency. It was the end of the year anyway, so she could give the workers some additional benefits. She would give everyone rewards before the New Year.

Wen Lan even took Wu Pandi to the provincial capital the day after the show was broadcast. Qian Qing was pregnant, and she was very busy in the first two months of her pregnancy. Not to mention Zhou Hao's disapproval, even Qian Qing herself was very careful and she probably wouldn't travel far before giving birth.

So Wen Lan had to be busier. Qian Qing had also expressed in front of Wen Lan that she wanted to reuse Wu Pandidi. So Wen Lan simply took Wu Pandidi with her and went to the provincial capital to oversee production.

Qian Qing is recuperating at home. Although she is not busy with work, there are still many people coming to her house. They come in waves and ask her if she is still hiring, to build connections, or to borrow money...

"Oh, I don't take care of it now. The factory is in charge of it."

"No one is needed for the time being."

"Someone is in charge of the bookkeeping."

Qian Qing sighed helplessly. This is the trouble with advertising. Although her reputation has spread, more people come to her looking for connections. It's okay to deal with those who come to find a job, but I'm afraid of those who come just to borrow money. She can't be too tough with those who are not willing to show their support.

Zhou Hao's side was relatively quiet, which was due to his taciturn nature. Few people from the maintenance team dared to come up to him and ask him questions, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Zhou Hao tucked Qian Qing's clothes and frowned as he said, "Then don't call them. You're pregnant anyway, so just pretend to sleep!"

His wife is pregnant, and these people don't even bother to show any concern. What can they do if they really come?

Qian Qing pinched Zhou Hao's face and said unhappily: "Do you think I don't want to?" She was considering Zhou Hao!

If Zhou Hao didn't have a job in the factory and had to consider the impact, she would have ignored these people long ago!

Those who really had a good relationship with her would not come to her store. Those who came were those with whom she had a general relationship. Qian Qing remembered clearly that when she was selling popsicles last year, these people had said something sour about her, saying that she was restless and was profiteering! Now they turned around and tried to establish a relationship with her, asking her if she still wanted to look after the store.

Zhou Hao hugged his wife distressedly: "Why do you care about me? Anyway, I speak with my skills. Even if you have a good relationship with them, I can't sit still if my skills can't keep up. Besides..."

Zhou Hao picked up his wife and weighed her: "Captain Zheng told me today...that I will take over his position after the New Year."

After saying that, Zhou Hao frowned: "Why are you holding me so lightly? Did you not eat well today?"

Zhou Hao has a keen intuition about numbers, and recently he has used this intuition to weigh Qian Qing. Every day he holds Qian Qing in his arms to try and judge her condition.

Qian Qing felt a little guilty. She didn't want to eat today, so she just had some fruit for lunch. She wanted to have a snack in the afternoon, but a lot of people came, so she didn't even have a nap.

"...You got a promotion! That's great. Captain Zheng is going to retire, right? Then we can invite him and Director Li to have dinner at my uncle's place."

Qian Qing tried to change the subject, but Zhou Hao turned a deaf ear to her: "What do you want to eat? We have chicken and duck at home, and there is beef and mutton in our mother's freezer."

Ever since Qian Qing became pregnant, Zhou Hao, not to mention Qian's mother, became nervous. Anyway, there was a freezer at home, so storing meat was not a problem, so they simply bought some different kinds of meat and put them in the freezer.

"...eat braised dumplings." Qian Qing felt that if she didn't tell her what she wanted to eat today, Zhou Hao would probably keep her in a stalemate until midnight.

Qian's mother fried the meatballs with freshly slaughtered pork from the pig farm. Qian Qing is picky about food now, so she chopped up green onions and ginger, put them in a clean steamer cloth and squeezed out the juice to ensure that she couldn't taste the green onion and ginger. The meatballs were twisted vigorously and squeezed out to the size of quail eggs.

Make a big pot at a time, braise it, boil it with tomatoes, or steam it. Zhou Hao also got a small clay pot, occasionally put the meatballs in the clay pot, and stew them with cabbage, tofu and vermicelli.

Qian Qing broke off half of the steamed bread for herself to eat with the meatballs, and stuffed the other half into Zhou Hao's mouth. It seemed that all the food she ate went into her stomach, but Zhou Hao, who was fed by her like this, looked much better than before.

****

In the last month of July, the atmosphere of the New Year became strong again. Normally, garment factories are in the off-season at this time, but because Qingyue appeared on TV, orders continued to increase until the last month of July.

There is also Sun Moon's store. Many people saw Sun Moon's clothing styles on TV and came to the store to ask for the styles that appeared on TV. The clerk explained to them that they were autumn clothes, but many people still wanted to buy them.

What's wrong with autumn clothes? After winter comes spring, and you can wear them then! And even in winter, can't you wear clothes inside as an inner layer?

In line with the principle of not making money, Qian Qing placed orders with several OEM factories to produce more autumn clothes. There was no need to worry about the backlog, because in two months, the spring clothes would still be sold.

Although Qian Yu's vermicelli factory is not as popular this year as it was last year, it still has a lot of orders, most of which are large orders. Qian Yu bought a truck and a tractor, and can deliver to any place within the province. With Qian Qing's help, he successfully reached a cooperation with the canteen of the oil field and supplied the canteen with 1,000 kilograms of goods.

As for the pig farm, Qian Yu bought several sausage stuffing machines and made a batch of sausages before the New Year. Qian's mother also gave Qian Yu a few recipes to cook the remaining pork, sterilize it and package it.

The remaining scraps that could not be made were given to Uncle Ding. Although the students of Wutong University had gone home for the winter vacation, the business of Ding's restaurant was not affected at all. The faculty and staff of Wutong University had been eating at Ding's restaurant almost every day recently.

Father Qian had raised pigs for a year and had some experience in the business. Seeing that his eldest daughter was busy and his youngest daughter was pregnant, he decided to take over the subsequent processing of the pig farm.

Mother Qian went to see Father Qian once a week. She came back with a sigh of relief and concluded, "The pig raised by me seems to have a clearer mind."

This is not wrong. Originally, Qian's father was isolated in the match factory. He looked up and down at the neighbors, and he had to consider how to get along with people in the future before doing anything. He didn't dare to say anything harsh, for fear that he would say something inappropriate and it would be difficult for him to get along with his neighbors in the future.

Since he went to the pig farm, Qian Yu was busy with the mushroom farm and went back once every two weeks to check on the situation. Although Qian Qing took 30% of the shares, he was also very busy with his own clothing company. The two daughters didn't have any requirements for him, they just thought that as long as the pigs didn't die, it would be fine.

In addition to a technician, there were seven or eight recruited workers in the pig farm. Father Qian had no choice but to take on the task of managing people. Where there are people, there are small groups and conflicts. Father Qian used his experience in state-owned factories to manage people at the beginning, and within a few days, various problems arose.

The workers hired neglected their duties, fed the pigs carelessly, and did not take Qian's father seriously at all.

Qian's father wanted to ask his daughters, but he felt embarrassed. His eldest daughter was divorced, but she was still able to manage a vermicelli factory with dozens of employees in an orderly manner. His youngest daughter had several stores and had no problem with turnover. Not to mention his wife, she wanted to open a hot sauce factory, and she would be the manager of the factory.

...what did he say?

Father Qian could only recall the tempers of his older and younger daughters and learn from them.

Gradually, the cowardly father Qian became more powerful. When Qian's mother went to see him, he was busy directing the workers to slaughter pigs and talking a lot.

"It's good that your father is no longer confused now, so I don't have to worry about your grandmother causing trouble again this year."

It's a good thing that my little daughter is on TV, but the bad thing is that it has attracted all the distant relatives to come to visit. Recently, even Uncle Ding's relatives have come to visit. How could Grandma Qian not get involved?

Speaking of Grandma Qian, Qian Qing also recalled what happened during last year's Chinese New Year.

"What is uncle doing now? Is he still frying orchids?"

Last year, uncle didn't seem to have given up. Later, Qian Qing also heard from Qian's father that uncle Qian had mortgaged his house to the Agricultural Bank and borrowed money to go to the north to speculate in Clivia.

Qian's mother shook her head: "I don't know. A few months ago, she said she hadn't come back yet. Who knows what the situation is like now?"

Qian Qing was a little anxious. During the Chinese New Year last year, Zhou Hao said that Clivia should not be speculated because there were people playing with capital. However, this year, the Clivia market showed no signs of fatigue and instead continued to rise.

Especially in October, the price of Clivia rose again, and the trend spread to the oil fields. Even now, some people in the oil fields have given up their jobs to go north to speculate in Clivia. It is said that if you are lucky enough to encounter a good-looking Clivia, you can make tens of thousands overnight.

Mother Qian kept muttering, "It would be great if your uncle could really make money. Then your grandmother wouldn't have to think about taking money from our family to give to her eldest son all day long."

Qian Qing doesn't think so: "No, it will be a problem if uncle makes money. The market for Clivia will cool down sooner or later. It's a game of pass the parcel. Losses are certain, but it depends on who is the last one to buy. If uncle loses this year, it's ok. He has no capital, so he doesn't have to be the last one to buy. It will be troublesome if he loses. He will increase his bets layer by layer, and then when he enters the market again, the losses will be more than a little bit..."

Qian's mother was sweating after hearing what Qian Qing said: "Then what do you say we should do?"

It would be fine if Uncle Qian owed less, but if he really owed more, what would he do in the future? Would they find out about it? Father Qian had a 40% stake in the pig farm, Mother Qian had a hot sauce factory, Qian Yu had a food company, and Qian Qing had an even bigger business.

People like Uncle Qian would rather mortgage their house to take a gamble if they have no money. If they make money, will they seek a private loan? What if they can't pay it back?

Qian Qing hesitated for a moment and said, "This matter depends on my dad."

In this matter, Father Qian cannot repay Uncle Qian's debt, even if he uses his 40% stake profit. If he repays once, the other party will be able to blame him, and no one in his family will have a good life.

Qian Qing calmed down and said, "I'll discuss this with Zhou Hao. It would be best to come up with a solution before the New Year."

The market for Clivia is becoming increasingly abnormal. Qian Qing feels, just from reading the news, that it is like a taut rubber band that may break at any time.

Sure enough, after Zhou Hao heard what Qian Qing said, his expression became very solemn.

"Is your uncle really speculating on Clivia now?"

Qian Qing nodded: "I've been there for several months... I feel like I've made some money."

Because if he didn't make money, Grandma Qian would have come to cry and complain a long time ago, especially since Qian Qing had just been on TV. If Grandma Qian saw it, she would definitely come to Qian's father and cry about how difficult her life was.

Zhou Hao let out a long sigh: "Then you should discuss it with our parents as soon as possible."

"By the first half of next year at the latest, the Clivia market will definitely collapse."