Hangzhou.
After a journey of about six hours, Ye Beiping and his group finally arrived in Hangzhou.
It was evening.
Two trucks were parked near the residential area where Ye Beiping rented a place.
"Beiping, why did we stop?" Jiang Hai asked Ye Beiping, who was standing at the intersection, after getting out of the car, puzzled.
Ye Beiping frowned and said, "Tell the master and the others not to go back tonight. Give them some money and let them stay one more day."
"Stay another day?"
To be honest, Jiang Hai really couldn't understand Ye Beiping's meaning.
Why should these two truck drivers stay an extra day?
Ye Beiping nodded and explained in a low voice, "This time we brought back 750 boxes of leather shoes, but I haven't solved the warehouse problem yet."
"What?" Jiang Hai exclaimed, looking at Ye Beiping in disbelief.
Unexpectedly, the goods arrived, but the warehouse issue remained unresolved.
This made Jiang Hai frown, glancing at the driver on the truck who was looking in his direction.
"Then what should we do?"
Before Ye Beiping could answer, Jiang He also got out of the car and jogged over, frowning, and said, "Brother, why did Beiping stop the car? I'm exhausted, I've been sitting in the car all day."
Jiang Hai shook his head silently, too preoccupied to speak.
"It's nothing." Seeing that Jiang Hai didn't want to talk, Ye Beiping could only explain himself: "We haven't solved the warehouse problem yet, and there's nowhere to put the goods for the time being. I asked Brother Jiang Hai to keep two of the workers for another day and give them more money as compensation."
When the warehouse was mentioned, Jiang He realized what it meant.
Last time there were only fifty boxes of goods, but this time there are seven hundred and fifty boxes. Ye Beiping's small rented room definitely can't hold them all.
Jiang He, looking troubled, glanced at Jiang Hai and could only comply with Ye Beiping's suggestion, saying, "Brother, we can only do as Beiping says now. The goods have already been delivered."
"This is the only way."
Jiang Hai could only nod, then asked Ye Beiping, "Beiping, can the warehouse problem be resolved by tomorrow?"
"Yes," Ye Beiping answered with great confidence.
Hangzhou has little in abundance, but it has the most vacant warehouses.
Seeing that the two brothers had agreed, Ye Beiping said to Jiang Hai, "Brother Jiang Hai, you take them to rest first. I'll go back and give you an answer before noon tomorrow."
"You want to go back?" Jiang Hai frowned even more deeply.
This essentially meant that he had dumped a whole bunch of things on his brothers, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Ye Beiping also had his own ideas. Since it was a collaboration, they couldn't expect to figure everything out on their own. They should gradually cultivate Jiang Hai and Jiang He's adaptability so that they wouldn't have to solve everything themselves in the future.
He looked somewhat troubled and sighed softly, "I haven't seen my wife for almost half a month. If I don't go back soon, she'll start to worry."
Upon hearing that he was going to see his wife, Jiang Hai's brows relaxed slightly.
He had heard before that Ye Beiping's wife was pregnant, so he had no objection to Ye Beiping going back to see his wife first.
Besides, the young couple hadn't seen each other for half a month, which was indeed a bit inappropriate.
"Alright then, how can I contact you tomorrow?" Jiang Hai was about to turn and leave when he suddenly remembered looking for Ye Beiping, so he asked again.
Ye Beiping pointed at Jiang He and said with a smile, "Jiang He knows where I live. It's in this neighborhood. It would be best if you came over tomorrow afternoon. I'll go and take care of the warehouse issue in the morning."
The reason we didn't address the warehouse issue earlier was because we weren't sure how big a warehouse we needed.
A warehouse is not a house, after all. Every penny must be spent wisely now. If the rent is too big, it will be a complete waste of the rent each month.
With this pair of leather shoes in hand, Ye Beiping had a rough idea of what was going on.
The three agreed on a time, and Ye Beiping watched the two trucks slowly drive out of his sight.
Only when the taillights were out of sight did he brush off the invisible dust from his clothes and head towards his home.
When he took out his key and opened the door, he exclaimed joyfully, "Wife, I'm home!"
Hearing no response, Ye Beiping frowned.
"Hasn't he come back?"
He searched inside and out, but couldn't find Su Xinyi.
He sat on the sofa with a furrowed brow, unable to understand where Su Xinyi had gone.
"They should have come back by now, so did they go back to their own home?"
When I called Pingba Village before, I heard that Su Xinyi's family went there. If they come back, will Su Qingwen take Su Xinyi back because I wasn't home?
Upon thinking about it, Ye Beiping immediately got up and prepared to go visit his father-in-law.
But as soon as I reached the door, I heard the sound of the door opening, and I heard a familiar voice.
"Xinyi, you don't need to accompany us around. You need to rest more now that you're pregnant."
"It's okay, the doctor also said I need to exercise."
Click!
The moment the door opened, Ye Beiping saw Su Xinyi, as well as Tao Qiuyan and Ye Xiaoxin behind her.
"Mom, sister, what's wrong with you...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Su Xinyi exclaimed joyfully, "Beiping, you're back?"
Tao Qiuyan and Ye Xiaoxin were also pleasantly surprised.
But her joy lasted only two seconds before Tao Qiuyan's face darkened: "Beiping, you're going too far! Xinyi is pregnant, and you're still running around outside. Have you been out having fun?"
The joy of seeing her son lasted no more than two seconds before she remembered that she still had to scold her son in front of her daughter-in-law, since he was always away from home.
They completely forgot that the iron box Su Xinyi took out yesterday was full of money Ye Beiping had earned.
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