Factory buildings in the eastern suburbs.
While taking stock of the surplus goods, She Ling was overwhelmed with worry because she couldn't even come up with two thousand yuan herself, as she was thinking about the workers' wages and various expenses that were due at the end of the month.
The key thing is, this young man behind me is incredibly annoying.
“She Ling, 100,000 is the maximum. With a small factory like yours and all this stock of clothes that are outdated, if you don’t sell them soon, you won’t be able to recoup your investment. If you go bankrupt, you’ll have nothing left.”
"If you sell it to me for 100,000 yuan now, even if you lose money, you won't lose much."
"You can think about it some more, but I don't have much time left. Tonight is the deadline, and I won't wait any longer."
"but---"
"You still have one last option: marry me. This will not only revive your factory, but I can also invest in it."
The young man who was speaking was dressed very fashionably, with sunglasses hanging on his forehead, but his hair was curly and dyed.
She Ling glanced once more at the towering pile of goods, then turned and looked indifferently at the young man behind her:
"You bastard, you're dreaming!"
"You think you can take my things worth at least 400,000 for 100,000? Do you think I can't do math?"
Yu Yang knew what kind of personality this fiery woman had, so instead of taking She Ling's words to heart, he laughed heartily.
“She Ling, Yang Ge loves your personality, it’s awesome! Here, I’ll add another five thousand, making it one hundred and five thousand. Sell it to me, and the money will be in my account immediately.”
"roll--"
"She Ling, have you thought this through?"
Worried that She Ling might suddenly pull out a kitchen knife, Yu Yang took two steps back, pointed at She Ling, and said loudly, "I can still give you so much now. If you don't cherish it, I won't even give you 30,000 tomorrow. Then you'll be crying when you marry me."
She Ling gritted her teeth in anger: "Don't think I don't know about your factory's situation. So what if you can't fulfill the orders from the south? You want to resell them to others through me, and you've even gone so far as to block all my sales channels. You just want to force me to give in!"
“Hey Yu, don’t forget, I, She Ling, started from scratch. If I really can’t get over this hurdle, I’ll just start all over again.”
"but--"
"You won't have a good life until my factory goes bankrupt! At worst, I'll burn this place down. Even if I destroy this place, you won't get anything out of it."
Upon hearing this, Yu Yang's lips twitched repeatedly, because he believed that She Ling was capable of such a thing.
After all, we've lived here for a few years. This girl from Guizhou Province is not only bold and meticulous, but she's also once gotten into a fight with someone while brandishing a knife.
Because of a fight, his penis was almost cut off by She Ling a couple of years ago. He was so scared that he almost peed himself.
That's when he fell in love with the girl.
He tried many methods, but unfortunately none of them worked.
Later, it was discovered that the girl had fallen in love with a dead man, and would burn paper money for him and cry loudly during festivals.
Over the years, in order to get She Ling, Yu Yang directly obtained some money from his family and, like She Ling, started a clothing factory.
And they opened their factory right across from She Ling's factory, doing everything to go against She Ling.
His purpose was to make She Ling submit to him.
But now, his factory is also in trouble. Not only can he not complete the orders he signed, but a fire a few days ago destroyed all his fabric.
So they could only turn to She Ling, because only She Ling's factory made the same kind of clothing as his factory.
For the sake of orders, he didn't hesitate to cut off all of She Ling's sales channels, instead of using the competitive methods he used to employ.
"130,000, that's the most I can offer you. If you don't agree, we'll fight to the death." In the end, Yu Yang quoted a price he could afford.
But who knew--
She Ling pulled a gleaming kitchen knife from under a nearby box. "Let me chop it a couple of times, and I won't take 130,000 or 100,000. I can even give you 80,000. Dare to try?"
"What do you want, you crazy woman—"
Yu Yang took off running!
She Ling took off after him.
And then, what happened next.
The owner of the garment factory across the street came to their factory to discuss business, but was chased all over the courtyard by their female boss, who was carrying a knife.
At that moment, hundreds of workers in the factory were watching from the side, and more importantly, they even closed the iron gate.
The important thing is--
Although Ah Chen managed to get through to She Ling by phone, no one answered, so he had no choice but to follow the address She Ling had given him.
This is not--
He and Amo had just entered through the small door of the iron gate when they saw this scene.
"Ah Chen, is that the one twisting the kitchen knife and about to attack that curly-haired girl, She Ling?" Ah Mo asked.
Ah Chen glanced at it.
The girl with the twisted cleaver was chasing the curly-haired man. She had waist-length hair, wore jeans, a white shirt, and small leather shoes; she was dressed very fashionably.
"It looks somewhat similar, but I'm not sure because I haven't seen it for many years."
That's true!
Girls change a lot as they grow up!
It's normal that they don't dare to acknowledge it.
But Amo smiled and said to Achen, "Then try shouting. If she really is your old classmate, she will stop."
"What if it isn't?"
"Wouldn't that be even better? Anyway, you can't contact She Ling. If she's really here, she'll come out when she hears the shouts."
"Amo, are you sure you're not lying to me?"
"Give it a try, find that feeling from when you were in school, and be with your old class monitor, isn't that great?"
Forehead--
Ah Chen thought about it and realized he actually had that idea.
Immediately, he took a few steps forward, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"She Lingzi, what are you doing?"
boom--
She Ling, who was chasing Yu Yang all over the yard with a kitchen knife in hand, suddenly heard them calling her in the local dialect of eastern Guizhou. Her mind went blank.
Immediately, he pulled his feet together and turned to the side.
In the factory courtyard, hundreds of people were dressed in work clothes they had made themselves, except for those on the other side of the iron gate—
The young man and woman were not wearing anything.
She Ling slowly walked up!
The first thing she noticed was how beautiful the girl was, unbelievably so, especially her clothes and style – they were truly fashionable.
As for that young man, he looked familiar, very familiar!
A few seconds later, as the distance closed, She Ling finally saw clearly.
"Clang!"
She was stunned when she saw it, and the kitchen knife in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Yes, she saw it clearly.
The person she recognized was not Amo, because she did not know Amo, and even less so Amo who was not wearing Miao clothing.
But he recognized Achen; even now that she was older, he had seen her from afar the night she went to the Miao village.
"Mu Achen?"
Although She Ling knew that A Chen would come, she did not expect him to come so quickly.
Besides, Ah Chen has grown up. Although his clothes and appearance are still simple, he feels very different.
"Mu Achen, is that you?"
She Ling moved closer and looked A Chen up and down before asking.
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