Mrs. He was not one to argue, and she felt that staying inside would only lead to embarrassment and make her a laughingstock, so she pulled He Wenlin away.
Deng Kaijie chased after him, apologizing profusely.
He's mother ignored him, hailed a car, and the mother and daughter got in.
But once they left Yue Wang Tower, in the taxi, He Ma's tears fell even harder.
He Wenlin said angrily, "Mom, don't cry, or I'll go in and beat her up right now."
"There are three people in their family, do you think you can beat them?"
"Even if we can't win, we have to fight!"
"Alright, let's go back," said Aunt He. "Next time, let your dad handle this kind of thing. I'll come when it's a female boss, but your dad should come when it's a male boss."
Mrs. He herself doesn't like to go out to discuss business or socialize.
"Forget it, I'll find you a helper. My dad isn't ready yet; he's still a bit lacking in business negotiations. The most important thing is that we can't let him leave his job as a chef. If we don't keep him firmly in one position, I'm afraid he'll get carried away and lose his way."
"You seem to know your dad quite well."
“If you don’t like socializing or banquets, Mom, and you’ll be in charge of things at the factory from now on, then I’ll arrange for someone else to take care of things.”
Aunt He's emotions had calmed down a lot by now, and she said, "We can let Peng Liang come in the future. Isn't he a salesman? This job suits him."
"It is indeed possible, but our factory cannot meet the current production capacity if it wants to take on more orders."
Therefore, taking out loans, buying land, and building factories are all imperative. Relying entirely on saving money to expand would take forever.
He's mother understood what He Wenlin meant. She said, "Buy the car first, then we'll talk about other things."
The fact that He's mother didn't object to the loan shows that He Wenlin's nagging had had an effect, which is a good thing.
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The taxi took the mother and daughter directly to the fast food restaurant.
When I got back to the fast food restaurant, it was almost midnight, and there were no customers yet.
"Didn't we have a lunch appointment with President Deng? Why are you two back so early?" Mr. He was quite surprised.
"Don't even mention it, Deng Zhiying's wife is a shrew and a lunatic!" He Wenlin cursed.
"What happened?"
He Wenlin then told her father about it.
He's father has one very good point, and that is—he's protective of his own!
Upon hearing this, he asked excitedly, "Is this all just left like that? That woman threw a tantrum, and you didn't even slap her twice!"
“I threw vegetables at her too,” He Wenlin said. “Her son held me back at the time, otherwise I would have smashed her head open!”
“From now on, I’ll handle the contract signings and social engagements,” Mr. He volunteered. “Women are more likely to be gossiped about when they go out.”
Mr. He didn't think there was anything wrong with women showing their faces in public, but he knew that such was the way of the world. Any woman who looked normal and achieved a certain level of success would inevitably be gossiped about.
If you're not mentally strong enough, you simply can't withstand gossip and rumors.
“Your mom can’t argue, let alone fight. She can only swallow her anger. I’ll go instead.”
“You and Mom can attend together in the future,” He Wenlin said. “If there’s no time, then Mom, the female boss, can go, and you, the male boss, can go. Once our factory is built and everything is on track, I will set up a sales department and recruit several sales directors and sales managers. They can go out to negotiate business and sign contracts. Dad, your main job right now is still the fast food restaurant.”
Fast food restaurants require less investment than food factories, but the profits are not low, and the losses are minimal. This is definitely something we need to focus on.
"I called Mr. Zhang today and we made an appointment to go see the car tomorrow," Mr. He said excitedly.
"Okay, let's go buy it then. The sooner we buy it, the more at ease we'll feel."
It was twelve o'clock.
The employees at the Persian silk factory were leaving get off work one after another and came to pick up their meals.
He Wenlin and her mother got their food and started eating. After they finished eating, they had to go back to the Baijia Village Food Factory.
He's mother is going back to work at the factory, and He Wenlin is going to check on the progress of the small renovation of the food factory.
Not long after the mother and daughter returned to the food factory in the afternoon, Deng Zhiying and her family of three drove over, bringing many gifts.
Accompanying them was a young woman in her early thirties, tall and very stylishly dressed.
He Wenlin knew her; she was Deng Xiuli, Deng Kaijie's aunt.
In her past life, she had met He Wenlin when she was dating Deng Kaijie, but at that time He Wenlin was just a junior manager and her family was not well-off, so she looked down on her.
He Wenlin overheard her advising Deng Kaijie to break up with her behind her back, but he was still very polite to her when he was actually with her.
Not only did she look down on herself, but Deng Kaijie's mother, Song Minhua, also looked down on He Wenlin, as the two came from very different family backgrounds.
He Wenlin later broke up with Deng Kaijie, partly because Deng Kaijie made her feel insecure, and partly because of this.
The concept of marrying someone of equal social standing has existed in any era.
However, Deng Zhiying had already passed away by then, and He Wenlin had never met him. Therefore, when she met Deng Zhiying again in this life, He Wenlin did not recognize him.
"Mrs. He, my sister-in-law was wrong about what happened today. I know she upset you, and I hope you can forgive her this time." Deng Xiuli apologized. "From now on, your factory can cooperate directly with Wankelai. No matter what, we can't turn down money, can we?"
This time, Song Min's apology was much more formal; she solemnly said sorry to He Ma.
Seeing how humble they were, Aunt He felt embarrassed to argue any further.
“Just contact me directly from now on,” He Wenlin said. “This is my business card.”
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