Gangzi stood in the main room, momentarily at a loss: "Yanjun."
Ji Yanjun turned around: "Sit down for a while, I'll tidy up first."
"I'll help you." Gangzi said as he left the main room and began moving the side tables, chairs, and benches from the yard into the main room. Ji Yousheng tried to stop him several times but couldn't.
“Dad, it’s okay, you take a rest, Gangzi and I will move it,” Ji Yanjun said.
Ji Yousheng then gave up.
Ji Yanjun and Gangzi quickly carried the small table to the main room, making a few loud bangs that woke up Liang Wenhua, who was sleeping in the inner room.
Liang Wenhua came out of the inner room. She glanced at Ji Yanjun and Gangzi but didn't say anything. However, when she saw Ji Yousheng carrying a stool in, she got angry: "What are you doing? Why are you carrying things into this dilapidated house!"
Ji Yousheng ignored her and continued moving.
Liang Wenhua stepped forward and pulled the stool over.
“This is our home!” Ji Yousheng said loudly.
"I refuse to admit it. How could this run-down place be my home? I'm going back to the county center right now." Liang Wenhua walked out of the main room and began tidying up his belongings in the messy courtyard.
Ji Yousheng stepped forward to stop him.
Gangzi awkwardly touched his nose.
Ji Yanjun looked at Liang Wenhua. Ever since Liang Wenhua started causing trouble in Shuiwan Village, Ji Yanjun had ignored her. Now, seeing her continue to act unreasonably, he felt inexplicably annoyed.
"Mom, can you please shut up for a bit?" Ji Yanjun said weakly.
Liang Wenhua was struggling with Ji Yousheng, and her clothes fell to the ground.
"Mom, can you shut up for a minute?!" Ji Yanjun finally couldn't hold back and shouted.
Gangzi was startled.
Liang Wenhua and Ji Yousheng were also stopped by the shout.
Ji Yanjun turned his head and asked, "Haven't you caused enough trouble yet? Do you only feel satisfied when I'm in jail?!"
Liang Wenhua was frightened by Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yousheng remained silent.
Ji Yanjun softened his tone: "Gangzi, let's go."
"Okay," Gangzi replied.
Ji Yanjun stepped out of the small courtyard.
Liang Wenhua finally quieted down.
Ji Yanjun drove his car out of his remote "home," even smoking while driving. It was awful, truly awful.
Gangzi comforted her, "Maybe... Auntie can't accept this kind of change right away."
Ji Yanjun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, remained silent. After a long while, he parked the car by the lake in Wangcheng County and said, "Gangzi, I want to go to Xiacheng."
"Why? It's not in Wangcheng County anymore?" Gangzi asked.
“They’re gone.” Ji Yanjun said, smoking a cigarette. “I’m partly responsible for what happened to my mother and Ningzhi. I spoiled them too much. Actually, it’s good that things are like this now. We can start over and let them wake up.”
“But they’ll suffer if you leave,” Gangzi said.
Ji Yanjun laughed: "Ningzhi is still young. It's better for her to suffer now than to fall hard later. Besides, my dad's wages aren't high, but it's only about twenty yuan a month, so they won't go hungry."
Gangzi fell silent; he also felt that Liang Wenhua had gone a bit too far.
“Okay, let’s go to Xia City then. Yanjun, I’ll follow you!” Gangzi smiled and held out his hand.
Ji Yanjun grabbed it: "I'll take you under my wing!"
"Get the hell out of here, you son of a bitch! Who do you think you are?!"
Ji Yanjun smiled.
Gangzi suddenly asked again, "What about your Qingqing?"
"I'll keep pursuing her, and once I catch up, I'll never let her suffer again."
"It should have been done a long time ago."
Ji Yanjun nodded. The scales that had been swaying in his heart finally tilted in one direction, and he felt much lighter. But a moment later, they sank again, because tomorrow all the wealth he had would belong to someone else.
Tomorrow will come soon.
The next day at noon, Wen Qing went back to Green Garden after school. After lunch, she was sitting on her bed with a book in her hand, preparing to sleep when she got sleepy, when the phone rang in her room.
Wen Qing put down her book and answered, "Hello, who is this?"
"Young boss, it's me, Lao Yan."
"Oh, Master Yan, is there anything I can help you with?" Wen Qing asked.
“There’s nothing wrong at Fengqing Garment Factory. I just wanted to tell you about the Ji family,” Master Yan said with a smile.
"The Ji family's affairs?" Wen Qing was taken aback: "What about the Ji family?"
So Master Yan told Wen Qing everything that had happened to the Ji family, saying that now the whole county knew that the Ji family no longer had a company or a house.
Originally, no one knew about it. Ji Yanjun had already made an agreement with someone to use the company and the house to pay off the debt, and that person had agreed. However, Liang Wenhua went to make a scene, crying so hard that she almost clung to the door and refused to leave, attracting a lot of onlookers.
If that person hadn't sent his men to call the police, saying they were going to arrest Ji Yanjun, she wouldn't have stopped causing trouble.
Anyway, after she made such a scene, everyone in the county knew that the Ji family had fallen.
Many people applauded, saying that Liang Wenhua deserved it, as she used to look down on everyone. Now, she's better than anyone else.
It's just a pity about Ji Yanjun; everyone says he was a good son.
However, Ji Yanjun was so angry with his mother that after signing the contract with that person, he and his companion Gangzi left the county town without even going home.
Look at Liang Wenhua crying, she's so heartbroken.
Master Yan said these words with a smile.
But Wen Qing didn't laugh. She listened quietly, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.
"Young boss, she's now become the poor person she hates the most!" Master Yan said with a smile.
Wen Qing said calmly, "Everything has a cause and effect; you can't blame anyone else."
“That’s right.” Before Master Yan could say anything more, Wen Qing interrupted him, saying, “Master Yan, I have already signed a contract with Guo Jian for 10,000 sets of spring clothing, and he has already transferred part of the prepayment from the bank.”
Master Yan was surprised by the wide-ranging topic Wen Qing had taken, but work was of the essence, so he quickly reverted to his usual work demeanor and asked, "When does General Manager Guo need the goods?"
"The sooner the better."
“Alright, I’ll start the two shifts again right away,” said Master Yan.
Wen Qing calmly said, "Okay, if we don't have enough manpower, we can recruit more and expand Fengqing Garment Factory. Just let me know."
"Okay, little boss." After hanging up the phone, Master Yan thought to himself, "They're going to be recruiting again to expand the business." Ever since he came to Fengqing Garment Factory, the factory has been constantly hiring and expanding.
He was not optimistic about such a rapid expansion in recruitment, since Fengqing's foundation was unstable and there was a possibility that oversupply would lead to a large amount of unsold inventory and insufficient staff salaries.
To his surprise, the results did not go as he had anticipated. On the contrary, Fengqing Garment's production continued to rise, but it was still in short supply. Fengqing's business continued to grow, which was all thanks to Wenqing's strength. At such a young age, Wenqing not only had excellent skills, but also knew how to grasp the market, which was truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Master Yan turned his head and looked at the ever-growing pile of spring clothes, thinking to himself, "The young boss is going to make a fortune again!" Master Yan was overjoyed.
Wen Qing's face showed no joy; to be precise, her face was expressionless. After hanging up the phone, she stood there for a while, pondering what Master Yan had said. Soon after, she turned and went into the bedroom, picked up her book again, and started reading. When she got tired of reading, she pulled up the corner of the blanket and took a warm nap.
When Wen Qing woke up, it was still early before class. After washing her face and drinking half a glass of water, she went downstairs.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw a very fashionable man with a huge gold ring on his finger and a piece of paper in his hand, looking around for something.
Wen Qing glanced at him. He wore a black leather jacket adorned with a golden chain, straight black work pants, and shiny leather shoes.
Hmm, you're dressed well; very avant-garde for this era.
After glancing at it, Wen Qing walked straight toward the gate of Green Garden.
"Little girl, wait a minute, wait a minute." The man in the black leather jacket called out to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing turned around and asked, "Comrade, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Excuse me, young lady, may I ask where apartment 202 in unit 4 of building 5 is?" the man in the black leather jacket asked.
Apartment 202, Unit 4, Building 5? Isn't that her address?
Wen Qing looked at the man with a wary expression.
"Wen Qing!" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
Wen Qing looked over and saw Wang Zhishan. He was the same Wang Zhishan who had taken her design to a fashion competition and won the championship.
"Wen Qing, it's been a long time!" Wang Zhishan said.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, it really has been a long time."
Wang Zhishan said with a smile, "Although it's been a long time, your Feng Qing is still a household name. Tang Quan Garment Factory is not even a third the size of yours now."
Wen Qing smiled: "Mr. Wang was all very nice when we met."
Wang Zhishan laughed.
Only then did Wen Qing and Wang Zhishan have time to notice the man in the leather jacket beside them. The man stared at Wen Qing in disbelief and asked, "Are you Wen Qing?"
Wen Qing was slightly puzzled, but still politely said, "I am Wen Qing, hello, may I ask who you are...?"
The man in the leather jacket was still in shock and stammered, "How old are you?"
Wen Qing laughed: "It's not a few years old, it's eighteen."
"Oh my god! I can't believe my eyes," the man in the leather jacket exclaimed.
Wen Qing was even more puzzled.
Wang Zhishan then interjected, introducing, "Wen Qing, this gentleman is Peter, the agent of Hong Kong movie star Jin Ling."
"Hello, hello," Wen Qing greeted first.
Pete covered his face with his hands, looking like a lovesick fool, and stared at Wen Qing: "Hello, my name is Pete. Are you interested in becoming a star?"
Wen Qing replied directly, "No."
Wang Zhishan chimed in, "He's not here to poach new talent; he's here to ask for your help."
"You need my help?" Wen Qing curled her finger and pointed back at herself.
Wang Zhishan nodded: "Yes, ever since Miss Jin Ling wore your design, she's been talking about it. This time she has an event and needs an outfit. She tried on many outfits but none of them satisfied her. She's been concerned about your craftsmanship, so she specially asked Pete to come to you to design two dresses for Jin Ling."
“Yes, the dress that will make Jin Ling shine on stage.” Pete stared intently at Wen Qing. He had imagined her to be a plump but sophisticated old lady, possessing a profound life experience and an ageless yet positive spirit, which explained her greatness. He never expected Wen Qing to be a young girl, and with such natural beauty! Completely surpassing Jin Ling!
He'll definitely try to persuade Wen Qing later, see if she can become one of his artists and work for him. With Wen Qing's outstanding looks, with a little training, she'll definitely become a huge star.
"To shine brightly?" Wen Qing asked.
“Yes,” Wang Zhishan said.
Wen Qing remained silent.
Pete, acting all familiar, said, "Little Wenqing, don't worry, we'll give you money. And while our Jinling is shining brightly, you'll be shining brightly too!"
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