Chapter 35 Slap in the Face 1 Let him control his good-for-nothing grandson...
These days, those who can get into the telecommunications bureau, apart from those with technical skills, nine out of ten others have connections, just like the various monsters in Journey to the West, who are either the mounts of this Bodhisattva or the attendants of that deity.
Therefore, the staff here, like the sales clerks in state-run department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives, always look down on people.
When they saw a countryman in a homespun cotton-padded jacket with floral patterns come in, they didn't pay any attention and continued chatting and laughing.
It wasn't until Manager Zhao called her to the counter to sign that the sales clerk reluctantly glanced at her, her gaze meaningful, as if she were an opportunist who took shortcuts by relying on her youth and looks.
This short-sighted man even asked, "Manager Zhao, are you sure this mobile phone was bought for her? Will she... will she even know how to use it? Last time, a boss brought his mistress over and bought one too. She didn't even realize the battery was dead, and she came to our store to make a scene, saying our products are of poor quality. You really need to make sure you explain this to her."
Manager Zhao was furious. Was this a misunderstanding about his relationship with Qiu Xiaoman? He himself didn't care, but why should a young woman suffer such humiliation?
He immediately turned sour and demanded, "What do you mean? Are you saying she's my mistress? Do you think I'm worthy of her?"
The sales clerk was dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand. He looked at the rustic Qiu Xiaoman, then at the well-dressed Manager Zhao, and could only let out a blank "Ah."
He didn't think he was wrong; Manager Zhao's watch alone cost tens of thousands of yuan.
Seeing that he was unrepentant, Manager Zhao directly invited their Director Wang over to file a complaint against the salesperson, clarifying, "Look closely, this is Comrade Qiu Xiaoman, the new handler at the police dog training base. She's a tenured officer, a legitimate member of the People's Police! The money for this mobile phone was given to her by her own father. What kind of person am I to be worthy of such a privileged woman? Make this salesperson surnamed Liu apologize, or I'll complain to the mayor's hotline! I'll get your entire telecommunications bureau disciplined!"
Director Wang quickly apologized and severely criticized Liu Yu, making him write an apology letter and bow to Qiu Xiaoman in front of everyone.
Qiu Xiaoman looked at Liu Yu suspiciously; this man looked too much like Liu Xiangyang.
So she asked, "Is Liu Yuandou your grandfather?"
Liu Yu looked bewildered and exclaimed, wondering how this country bumpkin could tell. Did being a trainer mean he also had to check household registrations?
While he was still in a daze, Director Wang kicked him, and he could only quickly nod: "Ah, yes, you know my grandfather?"
Qiu Xiaoman did not answer. Leaving things unsaid is a kind of wisdom in interpersonal communication. Let him figure it out on his own.
She just sneered and warned, "It seems you've been discriminating against others quite a bit. Don't blame me for being impolite then."
Liu Yu gave another blank "oh," sounding wooden and clueless, though he was quite clever when it came to spreading rumors.
Qiu Xiaoman was furious. She picked up her mobile phone, which had just been connected to the telecommunications network, and looked at Manager Zhao: "What's Shen Qinghuai's number? Dial it."
Manager Zhao quickly grabbed his mobile phone and answered the call. Qiu Xiaoman didn't use any titles and went straight to complaining: "Liu Yuandou's grandson, Liu Yu, is spreading rumors that I'm Manager Zhao's mistress. Warn Liu Yuandou that if he does this again, I'll bring someone they least want to see to meet him! Make sure he keeps his good-for-nothing grandson in check and doesn't bite people around outside."
Shen Qinghuai was startled. Liu Yuandou's grandson?
That idiot, did he eat shit? He quickly asked, "Is their bureau chief present?"
"Yes." Qiu Xiaoman handed the mobile phone directly to Director Wang.
Upon hearing that it was Shen Qinghuai himself, Director Wang quickly put on a fawning smile and repeatedly assured that he would deal with Liu Yu seriously, give him a major demerit, fine him a year's salary, and publish an apology in the newspaper. Only then did Shen Qinghuai let the matter drop.
Director Wang didn't know what the relationship was between Shen Qinghuai and Qiu Xiaoman. One was surnamed Shen, and the other was surnamed Qiu. They were probably related by marriage.
In short, we can't afford to mess with them.
He apologized to Qiu Xiaoman repeatedly, but Qiu Xiaoman sneered, "You eat the food grown by farmers and look down on their children. You ungrateful people will suffer a great fall sooner or later. We'll see."
Director Wang didn't dare to utter a word in rebuttal. He bowed and scraped as he personally helped Qiu Xiaoman into the car before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
He quickly broke out in a cold sweat and asked around to find out who this Qiu Xiaoman was, lest he offend someone powerful.
Soon, he received confirmation from his cousin that Qiu Xiaoman was actually Shen Qinghuai's child from his time as an educated youth sent to the countryside. After arriving in Beidu, he did indeed join the Public Security Bureau and was given a formal position. Moreover, he had just solved a human trafficking case and made a great contribution.
"Most importantly, she was personally promoted by Director Wen. Brother, you need to keep a close eye on the sales staff in your bureau. They're so short-sighted, they'll cause trouble sooner or later," Old Wang earnestly warned.
Director Wang understood: "No wonder Xiao Zhao accompanied her. This Liu Yu almost ruined my job. He scared me to death."
After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a pen and paper to draft the meeting outline. Today's events were very thought-provoking, and he would hold a meeting after get off work to give them a good lesson.
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Qiu Xiaoman now has a mobile phone. This thing costs over 30,000 yuan, and with all sorts of miscellaneous fees such as network access fees and spare batteries, it cost nearly 40,000 yuan in total.
She held the heavy, high-tech "brick," and the feeling was quite peculiar.
How should I put it? It's like the bittersweet feeling of cutting flesh off Shen Qinghuai.
She sat in the passenger seat and called Jiang Mingyuan, asking him to write down her number.
Jiang Mingyuan almost laughed: "President Shen is indeed starting to fawn over you. I just heard that he seems to be inquiring about the owner of your courtyard house, planning to buy it and give it to you. I said, if he really gives it to you, you should take it. You can even bring your adoptive parents over to enjoy their retirement when you have time, and that will make him furious."
"That's a good idea. I'll wait for his good news." Qiu Xiaoman hung up the phone and then called Director Wen and Team Leader Zou. She promised to provide support as soon as possible should any urgent missions require her assistance.
Director Wen was not surprised. He had personally given Shen Qinghuai a good scolding. If Shen Qinghuai didn't make any response, he should just quit being the boss. It was a disgrace.
He smiled and gave a few words of advice before going off to do other things.
Team Leader Zou didn't say much, just said "oh," noted down her number, and hung up, like a cool and aloof falcon, only interested in its prey.
Qiu Xiaoman put away her mobile phone and looked at the car dealership billboard in the distance. Suddenly, she asked curiously, "Manager Zhao, is the 50,000 yuan refund for that car over there mine? Or is it going to be used to pay for the new car?"
"Since President Shen didn't say, it should be yours, right?" Manager Zhao wasn't sure how the two of them had discussed it, but when he arrived at the destination, he still called to ask.
Shen Qinghuai had a headache: "Give her the money. Didn't I give you my card? Just swipe it, full payment. Tell her to arrange her driving lessons as soon as possible. I can't afford to be scolded by Director Wen again."
"Okay, Mr. Shen." Manager Zhao hung up the phone, quickly parked the car, and took Qiu Xiaoman to choose a car.
What a coincidence! Zheng Linmao was there too.
He was quite curious when he saw Manager Zhao bringing a country bumpkin to buy a car. He greeted him warmly and wanted to introduce a newly arrived BMW.
Manager Zhao ignored him, and Qiu Xiaoman naturally ignored him as well.
She recognized Zheng Linmao. In her previous life, after her death, her soul wandered around. She saw with her own eyes Zheng Linmao trying his best to please Chen Baihui like a lapdog.
He's definitely a gigolo.
But it's okay, everyone has their own ambitions. She doesn't want to interfere in other people's private lives, as long as they don't meddle in her life.
She ignored Zheng Linmao and asked Manager Zhao to help with the introductions. Clearly, he had done his homework and knew the performance and advantages and disadvantages of each car very well.
Zheng Linmao, standing to the side, couldn't help but cast a curious glance at the two strange duo.
This time, Manager Zhao didn't wait for this idiot to spout any nonsense. He immediately shot him a glare. Zheng Linmao frowned. Had Manager Zhao gotten himself shot? He only glanced at him a couple of times. Was it really necessary?
Manager Zhao was so angry that his head was throbbing. Sure enough, he had been misunderstood again. He quickly called Qiu Xiaoman out of the car, who had climbed in to try out the seats.
He deliberately didn't introduce her, and said with a smile, "Xiao Zheng, here's a chance to please your wife. Buy this girl a car. She'll put in a good word for you with Chen Baihui, and maybe Chen Baihui will be so happy that she'll be willing to have a child for you."
Zheng Linmao stared at Qiu Xiaoman suspiciously for a while, then suddenly remembered something and widened his eyes in surprise.
Manager Zhao grinned mischievously, "Xiao Qiu, if you want, you can call him Dad, or Little Dad, or Uncle, whatever you like. If all else fails, you can call him Madam Chen."
Mrs. Chen?
The explanation for "Mrs. So-and-so" is that it refers to a woman surnamed Chen?
Qiu Xiaoman laughed unkindly, but she didn't shout anything and turned to try another car.
Manager Zhao shrugged and said sarcastically, "See? I gave you a chance, but you couldn't do it. Forget it."
He hurriedly went to introduce Qiu Xiaoman to the Santana she had test-driven. It was too cheap, and he didn't want her to buy it, otherwise Shen would get angry.
Qiu Xiaoman didn't want to save money for Shen Qinghuai, but she also didn't want to actually buy a limited edition luxury car worth 900,000 yuan. It would be too flashy, and what would her colleagues think of her in the future?
There's still a long way to go. As long as she's alive, she'll have plenty of opportunities to kill Shen Qinghuai if she wants to.
So she went to look at brands like BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and Volkswagen.
Tired of looking at other cars, she called Shen Qinghuai: "I've got my eye on a car that costs over 300,000 yuan, but I don't know how to drive it yet. I'd be heartbroken if I damaged it. I'll buy a car that costs over 60,000 yuan as a temporary solution. I'll still ask you for the 300,000 yuan one, so don't get too excited yet."
Shen Qinghuai was speechless: "How about I just transfer the money to you directly, and you can spend it as you see fit?"
"Alright, then transfer the money." Qiu Xiaoman couldn't be happier. Once the money was transferred, no one would care if she bought a second-hand item.
Shen Qinghuai asked Manager Zhao to answer the phone: "Take her to get the card, we can buy the car later. Oh, and remember to take her to collect the refund of more than 50,000 yuan."
"Yes, Mr. Shen." Manager Zhao suddenly felt a little envious. How much money was going to be transferred to Qiu Xiaoman? Three hundred thousand?
That's equivalent to several years of his salary! Reincarnation really is a skill.
He led Qiu Xiaoman to the duty manager to get a refund. While counting the money, Manager Zhao glanced back at Zheng Linmao, who was wiping the car with his back to them, and shrugged disdainfully. "Coward, can't you at least pretend to be generous?"
Tsk tsk tsk, not even a gesture of thanks, how petty.
After counting the refunds, he took Qiu Xiaoman to the bank. The bank card was issued, and it was almost closing time when, unexpectedly, Shen Qinghuai personally came over and transferred 500,000 yuan to Qiu Xiaoman.
Because the amount is large and it's almost time to leave work, the money won't arrive until tomorrow.
Manager Zhao beat his chest in frustration, "President Shen, do you need another son?"
Shen Qinghuai ignored him and handed the transfer receipt directly to Qiu Xiaoman. Looking at her incredibly dowdy clothes, he had no choice but to call Chen Baihui: "Wait for me at Saite. Pick out a few outfits for Xiaoman. What? Your husband is throwing a tantrum and won't let you come out? I don't care. If you don't come, this daughter will be forever out of your reach. You'd better watch yourself!"
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