It is Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yanjun seemed to be discussing something with Tang Quan. The two reached a consensus, shook hands, and Ji Yanjun walked towards his car.
"Wen Qing!" Master Zhu exclaimed in surprise.
Ji Yanjun paused, turned around, and saw Wen Qing wearing a standard shirt, with her hair tied in a neat ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead, looking very energetic and beautiful.
"Uncle Tang, Master Zhu." Wen Qing walked over with a smile.
Ji Yanjun held onto the car door handle, about to step forward.
"Old Ji, let's go!" The truck driver next to the car stuck his head out and urged.
"Yanjun, be careful on the road," Tang Quan said.
Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing, who was talking to Tang Quan and didn't look at him. On one hand, there was Tang Quan's farewell, and on the other hand, there was his subordinate's urging. Moreover, his car was blocking the truck's way. Helpless, he got into his car, started the engine, and drove out of Tang Quan's garment factory.
"Wen Qing, what brings you here today?" Tang Quan asked with a smile.
"I'll treat you to a meal," Wen Qing said with a smile.
Tang Quan was taken aback, then asked, "You mean... all two hundred of your outfits have been sold out?"
Wen Qing nodded: "Mm."
"Really?" Master Zhu remembered that Wen Qing took two hundred sets from here the day before yesterday, and they were sold out in just two or three days? Her business was just starting out.
"I wouldn't invite you to dinner if it were a fake." Wen Qing smiled. "Uncle Tang, Chef Zhu, Chef Ye, it's lunchtime now, shall I treat you?"
"Okay." Tang Quan agreed with a smile, having no doubt about Wen Qing's abilities.
Master Zhu and Master Ye seemed a little skeptical. If these two hundred sets were sold in just two or three days, wouldn't Wen Qing become the richest man in Nanzhou in a year or two?
"Let's go, Master Zhu, Master Ye," Wen Qing said with a smile.
“Let’s go together,” Tang Quan said with a smile.
It wasn't until the dinner table, when Tang Quan asked Wen Qing about what had happened, that Wen Qing gave a rough account of the incident, leaving Master Zhu and Master Ye speechless.
"You...you took clothes to a shop to sell them, and even charged them for taking up space? Didn't the shop owner try to get you out?" Master Zhu asked.
Wen Qing laughed: "No, not only that, they've become one of my clients now."
Master Ye clapped his hands: "You've got it! You've got it!"
Although Tang Quan's clothing business was only so-so, he was very knowledgeable about sales. Anyone who was willing to lower their pride and promote themselves to others had taken the first step toward success. In this era when Chinese people valued face, it was truly rare for a young woman like Wen Qing to be willing to do so and succeed.
Tang Quan's fondness and appreciation for Wen Qing increased even further.
"It's just luck," Wen Qing said with a smile.
Tang Quan replied, "No, it's your hard work."
Wen Qing smiled and then asked, "Uncle Tang, you're very knowledgeable. I'd like to ask if there are any reliable transportation companies in our city or county?"
"What do you want to do?" Tang Quan asked.
Wen Qing thought for a moment and replied, "I think I'll definitely need it in the future."
Tang Quan pointed at Wen Qing and said, "You little girl, you've got a big heart."
Wen Qing smiled.
"As for transportation, the world is a bit chaotic these days, with many highway robbers and bandits. If we're talking about someone who's really successful, Ji Yanjun is the best. He's righteous, honest, and has a wide network of connections. He's built his business in recent years, so he's the most reliable person in the transportation industry," Tang Quan said. "You can trust him."
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Then I'll wait and see. Anyway, I don't need it right now."
“Yes, he’s the right person to go to,” Tang Quan said again.
At the same time, Ji Yanjun was driving when he suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, made a U-turn, and turned back to Tangquan Garment Factory, asking the security guard, "Where is the young girl who came here just now?"
You mean Wen Qing?
"Yes, it's her. Where is she now?"
"They're gone."
"They've left?"
"Yeah, she's a student, from Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School, isn't that amazing? She should be at school by now. She has classes tomorrow, Monday."
"Okay, thanks." Ji Yanjun sat back in the car disappointedly, then drove to the entrance of Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School, parked the car on the side of the road, took out a cigarette and sat in the car to wait, while observing the people coming and going at the school gate.
He remembered that Wen Qing disliked staying in the dormitory or classroom and always liked to run around. He waited for more than half an hour.
"Brother!" Ji Ningzhi's voice suddenly came.
Ji Yanjun first glanced at Ji Ningzhi, then at the people beside her, and asked, "When did you arrive at the dormitory? Were you the last one again?"
Ji Ningzhi chuckled and said, "So what if you're the last one to arrive at the dorm? It's not like whoever arrives first gets into Peking University. As long as you're the best student, that's all that matters."
Ji Yanjun smiled. Since Ning Zhi was the last to arrive at the dormitory, it meant that Wen Qing had already safely arrived at the dormitory.
"Brother, what are you doing here?" Ji Ningzhi asked.
Ji Yanjun took out twenty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Ji Ningzhi. After taking it, Ji Ningzhi immediately said with a grin, without asking why Ji Yanjun was there, "Brother, give me another ten yuan. I'll treat my roommates to cream cake."
"All of my roommates?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"Um."
Ji Yanjun: "Okay, don't throw tantrums at people. Understand the importance of unity and mutual assistance? No matter who it is." Especially towards Wen Qing.
"Okay, okay."
Ji Yanjun gave Ji Ningzhi another ten yuan.
After receiving the money with a smile, Ji Ningzhi said, "Brother, if I get into the top ten in the whole school, you have to give me a hundred yuan."
Ji Yanjun laughed: "Your grades..."
“It’s different. I used to be weak in certain subjects, but now that I’ve chosen my specialization, I’m good at humanities. I’ve been working especially hard lately, and I’m sure my ranking will be higher than before,” Ji Ningzhi said.
“Okay, I’ll give you a hundred yuan if you’re in the top ten,” Ji Yanjun said.
"Brother, you're so great!" Ji Ningzhi cheered.
Ji Yanjun finally added, "Don't target Wen Qing. She has a bad temper, so don't provoke her, understand?"
Ji Ningzhi pouted unhappily: "Okay."
"Otherwise, I won't give you any money later."
"knew."
"Okay, I believe you, I'm off." Ji Yanjun started the car.
Ji Ningzhi waved: "See you on the weekend, brother."
After Ji Yanjun walked away, Ji Ningzhi pouted and said, "Wen Qing, Wen Qing, Wen Qing, Wen Qing my ass!"
"Ningzhi, your brother really dotes on you." Xu Shanshan looked at Ji Ningzhi with envy. Ji Ningzhi was beaming again: "Of course, he's my own brother. When I get into the top ten in the whole school, my brother will give me a hundred yuan."
"That's great." Xu Shanshan said enviously, then asked, "Why did your brother tell you not to target Wen Qing? What's his relationship with Wen Qing?"
"They have absolutely no connection!" Ji Ningzhi suddenly said. "How could that poor country bumpkin be related to my brother!"
Ji Ningzhi suddenly shouted, startling Xu Shanshan. At the same time, she felt uneasy because she was also from a poor rural area.
"Let's go back to the dormitory." Ji Ningzhi said and entered the gate of Nanzhou.
Xu Shanshan had no choice but to follow.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, the monthly exam results will be out tomorrow. Let's see if you still call her a top student!" Ji Ningzhi muttered again.
Xu Shanshan listened without saying a word; she knew Ji Ningzhi was referring to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing had already returned to Greenland Garden from Limin Hotel. Since she didn't want to buy food outside anymore, and since winter was coming soon, she thought it would be good to have some hot soup or water. So she went to the nearby vegetable market and bought a gas cylinder, pots and pans, noodles, etc., and carried them up to the second floor. She really admired herself for being so strong.
I remember in my past life, she would even have to rest every few steps when carrying a bucket of water, and she would often say, "Second Uncle, you carry the water."
"Second Uncle, I can't move it."
Later it came down to: "Ji Yanjun, you come here."
"Yanjun, lift this up."
"Yanjun, you take this as an example."
"..."
At this moment, Wen Qing was carrying a small gas cylinder, a backpack, pots, pans, and noodles. She looked like she was doing hard labor, but she was tall and thin, with fair skin and outstanding looks. She didn't look ugly at all; on the contrary, she looked quite cute.
As soon as I entered the Green Garden, many boys my age came up to me and said, "Let me help you."
"Let me help you carry the gas cylinder."
Wen Qing refused each time: "No need, no need, I can do it myself, I can do it myself."
Wen Qing was more capable than in her previous life, but she was still just average in this one. When she reached the entrance of the apartment building, she couldn't hold on any longer and dropped all the pots and pans on the ground. She simply sat down on a rock to rest.
"Oh my god, I'm exhausted. How does Wen Liang usually carry those sacks of wheat?" Wen Qing said confidently to herself.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure rushed out of the apartment building.
"Oh, Wen Qing! You're finally back!"
Wen Qing looked up and saw Zhang Xiuying.
Zhang Xiuying looked down at the pots and pans scattered on the floor and asked, "Did you buy these?"
Wen Qing nodded: "Mm."
Without saying a word, Zhang Xiuying picked up the gas cylinder and a pot and went upstairs to the second floor, not forgetting to say, "You can take the rest." Then she trudged upstairs.
Wen Qing was dumbfounded. Just now he felt that he had become strong and powerful, but compared with Zhang Xiuying, he realized that he had just been bragging.
She stood up, panting, picked up the bowls, ladles, basins, and noodles from the ground, and went up to the second floor while holding onto the stair railing. She opened the door for Zhang Xiuying to sit down, and then took the water bottle to go downstairs to the hot water room to get some water.
"Stop hitting me, I have something to tell you," Zhang Xiuying stopped her.
So Wen Qing put down the water bottle and asked with a smile, "Not enough clothes to sell?"
"How did you know?" Zhang Xiuying asked in surprise. This girl was incredibly shrewd.
Wen Qing knew, of course, that in this era, when a good product appeared, it was easy for a frenzy to break out. Of course, without an effective measure after the frenzy, things could easily fall apart. Last time she and Aunt Xiao went to Zhang Xiuying's shop, there were so many customers that could be seen with the naked eye, and naturally there were many more that couldn't be seen. It was normal that they couldn't keep up with demand.
"Your business must be good," Wen Qing joked with a smile.
"No, only your outfit sold out; the rest are still untouched," Zhang Xiuying said.
Wen Qing looked up and asked, "How much do you want this time?"
Zhang Xiuying reached out her hand and said, "Five hundred sets, plus five hundred pairs of shoes."
Zhang Xiuying thought that her words would frighten Wen Qing, but to her surprise, Wen Qing nodded calmly. This was completely unexpected. Five hundred sets of clothes cost eight thousand five hundred yuan, which would make an ordinary person instantly become a wealthy person with ten thousand yuan that everyone envies. Yet Wen Qing treated it calmly. How big of a heart must one have to be to handle such a number?
"Okay." Wen Qing nodded.
"Really?" Zhang Xiuying couldn't believe it.
Wen Qing nodded again: "However, you need to give me time. I definitely can't give you five hundred sets all at once."
"How long will that take?"
“I’ll give you my answer this Friday, and I’ll also give you a batch of clothes,” Wen Qing said. “Actually, you don’t have to specify five hundred sets.”
"If it's not limited to 500 sets, then how many sets do you want?" Zhang Xiuying asked, puzzled.
Wen Qing said, "Sister Zhang, as you know, I have to go to class every week. My Aunt Xiao and my mother make shoes at home, so I only have time to go back to get my clothes and shoes on Fridays."
Zhang Xiuying nodded: "That's how it is. You still have to go to school. It must be so hard for you."
"It's not hard work. We just need to agree on a time, and you can also agree on a time with your clients. We have stock every Friday afternoon, so that your clients can get used to it. You won't have to keep coming to my place. Besides, many people with jobs have time to go shopping for clothes on Saturdays and Sundays, right?"
Zhang Xiuying nodded again.
“There’s a market habit that’s convenient for us,” Wen Qing continued. “Another point is that I’m letting you not limit yourself to 500 sets, because 500 sets won’t be enough for you before winter. More importantly, you’ll get your winter clothes from me.”
After Wen Qing finished speaking, Zhang Xiuying was taken aback. In all her years of business, she had never seen anyone speak so plainly that she nodded in agreement and listened to him.
She looked at Wen Qing. This girl was pretty, intelligent, and skilled. She had already earned four hundred and fifty yuan in just a few days of working together, and she secretly thought that she would earn even more in the future. She couldn't help but admire Wen Qing even more.
“Okay, we’ll do it your way. I’ll be waiting for you here on Friday,” Zhang Xiuying said.
Wen Qing said, "Don't wait for me here. You and Boss He take the car and wait at the bus station. You can unload the goods as soon as you get off the bus."
“Okay!” Zhang Xiuying readily agreed.
After reaching an agreement, Zhang Xiuying left.
Not long after Zhang Xiuying left, another shopkeeper came to urge her to finish her order. After chatting for a while, Wen Qing, who had originally planned to take a nap, had no choice but to go downstairs, find a public phone, and call Aunt Xiao for four cents. She told Aunt Xiao to hurry up and finish making the clothes, and to pass on a message to Yao Shiling to hurry up and finish making shoes, as many as she could. She told her to go back on Saturday and pay everyone a week's wages. She also told Yao Shiling to go to the four-way intersection the next morning to pick up some goods, which were polyester fabric and plain weave fabric, for making clothes.
After Aunt Xiao hung up the phone, she told the ten tailors the good news that they would be paid over the weekend. The ten tailors were full of energy. They were originally worried that they would not be paid after a month of work, but now it was great. They would be paid on Saturday.
Bao Hong leaned closer and asked, "Aunt Xiao, will I get my wages too?"
"Yes, Wen Qing said it's all going to be sold!" Aunt Xiao was also very excited. Wen Qing had said that no matter how many were made, they would all sell out. This was a huge profit!
Bao Hong was overjoyed: "Sister Wen Qing is so kind."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Qing went to the fabric shop, bought some fabric, and arranged a time with the shop owner to have someone take the bus for one cent to deliver the fabric to the four-way intersection in the county town, where someone would pick it up.
After arranging everything, Wen Qing returned to Green Garden. Without even cleaning the kitchen, she sat down at the table and began reviewing and previewing her lessons, preparing for the next day's classes.
After everything was prepared, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep shortly afterward.
The next morning, after Wen Qing finished her morning self-study and had breakfast in the cafeteria, she heard her classmates saying, "The test papers will be handed out soon."
“Language, Math, Foreign Languages, Politics, History, and Geography are all included.”
"Did you know what? I went to the office just now and accidentally saw Ji Ningzhi's history score, 96 points."
"Wow, that's so tall! He must be number one in the humanities class."
"..."
Ji Ningzhi scored 96 points?
Upon hearing this, Xu Shanshan immediately shared the good news with Ji Ningzhi: "Ningzhi, you got 98 points on your history test!"
Ji Ningzhi smiled, looking nonchalant: "Such easy questions, what's so strange about getting a score of 96?"
"No wonder you didn't check the answers; it turns out your test paper contained the standard answers," Xu Shanshan said.
Ji Ningzhi was extremely pleased with herself upon hearing this, and even when she looked at Wen Qing, she deliberately raised her chin high.
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