"Zhang Fangfang really can't stay idle," Wen Qing said. "She'll do anything for money."
Ji Yanjun pondered.
Wen Qing asked again, "Is there no evidence left regarding Dad's injuries?"
"No."
Wen Qing thought for a moment, then looked up and saw Ji Yanjun's displeased expression. She knew he was also feeling bad, with his own mother unable to distinguish right from wrong and his childhood sweetheart having ulterior motives. He must be heartbroken, so she changed the subject and asked, "Have you had lunch yet?"
Ji Yanjun remained silent.
“You definitely didn’t eat it,” Wen Qing said with a smile.
Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing: "Qingqing..."
Wen Qing placed her hand on his hand: "Yanjun, I won't let them get away with this, okay?" Who were they referring to? Of course, they were Li Chuanli, Zhang Fangfang, and Liang Wenhua. Now that she and Ji Yanjun were husband and wife, she would naturally have to ask him first before she could mess with Liang Wenhua.
Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing met his gaze calmly.
He grasped her hand in return and said, "I will protect you."
Wen Qing felt a warmth in her heart. He had not wavered because of Liang Wenhua and Zhang Fangfang, but completely trusted her. She nodded, "Okay."
Ji Yanjun took her hand and kissed it.
As Wen Qing was smiling, she heard a childish voice calling from outside the courtyard: "Mommy, Mommy..."
"Hengheng is back," Wen Qing said.
Ji Yanjun stood up and looked towards the door. A moment later, Yao Shiling walked in, holding Hengheng's little hand: "Yanjun is back."
"mom."
"Have you eaten?" Yao Shiling asked.
"not yet."
"I'll do it now."
Ji Yanjun said, "I'll help you."
"No need, no need." Yao Shiling handed Hengheng over to Ji Yanjun and then went into the kitchen.
Ji Yanjun still went to the kitchen to help, and he sat in front of the stove to tend the fire.
Wen Qing played with Heng Heng under the light bulb, while Wen Peng also teased him.
"Hengheng, say 'Mommy loves you,' 'Mommy loves you,' and I'll give you candy." Wen Qing squatted down in front of Hengheng.
Little Hengheng has chubby cheeks, and you can see fine downy hairs under the light. His eyes are bright and sparkling, and his little mouth moves as he says, "Mommy."
Wen Qing said, "And I love you."
Hengheng: "Mom."
Wen Qing: "I love you."
Hengheng: "Mom."
Wen Qing: "..." Wen Qing gave up on teaching him to say "I love you", and hugged him tightly and kissed him: "You little chubby ball, all you can say is 'Mom', you can't even say 'Dad', huh."
Hengheng giggled, "Mommy, nice."
Ji Yanjun watched the mother and son from the side, his eyes full of tenderness.
After dinner, Hengheng was taken care of by Yao Shiling and Wen Peng.
Wen Qing, Wen Liang, and Ji Yanjun sat together to discuss what Fengqing Group should do next. Wen Liang also learned from Wen Qing about the theft of the manuscript. Of course, Wen Qing did not tell him that Liang Wenhua stole it, mainly to save face for Ji Yanjun.
Wen Liang asked, "Then what do we do?"
Wen Qing replied, "Continue production."
Ji Yanjun asked, "Is there enough time?"
Wen Qing nodded and said, "If we can't catch up in the early stages, we can catch up later."
"Sister, what do you mean by that?" Wen Liang asked.
Ji Yanjun replied, "What I mean is that the artwork may be behind Li Chuanli's, but Fengqing has a textile factory, a garment factory, Fengqing sales, and Fengqing transportation. This integrated coordination and assistance will definitely give it a greater market share than Li Chuanli and Zhang Fangfang, and it will also be faster than them."
Wen Qing nodded.
Wen Liang glanced at his sister and brother-in-law. As expected of two people who each created their own brands, their brains reacted very quickly.
"I will also send people over to help with transportation," Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Qing nodded: "Okay." She wanted to seize the market first.
Wen Liang asked, somewhat confused, "Sister, brother-in-law, do you mean they just stole it and that's it? We're not going to pursue it?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Qing and Ji Yan exchanged a glance.
Wen Liang added, "Sister, even if our stuff is everywhere, their clothes can still be sold, and they can still make money. This doesn't solve the problem at all."
“We just let them sell it,” Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Qing nodded: "Yes, if we don't let them sell, how can we let them lose everything?"
Ji Yanjun nodded.
Wen Liang looked at Wen Qing with a completely bewildered expression.
Wen Qing looked at Wen Liang and said, "Liangliang, think about it carefully. If this had happened to you without me, how would you have handled it?"
Wen Liang frowned in thought.
Wen Qing then looked at Ji Yanjun and said, "Yanjun, I'm afraid I really need to borrow your people."
“I also obey my wife’s orders,” Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Qing smiled, then turned to Wen Liang: "Liangliang, these days you need to keep an eye on all the branches of Fengqing Group. As for the children's clothing, everything should proceed according to plan."
“But there’s a problem with the artwork…” Wen Liang said.
Wen Qing interrupted, "There's no problem with the drawing."
Wen Liang had witnessed Wen Qing's abilities time and time again, especially her talent in clothing techniques. Therefore, he admired his older sister and nodded, saying, "Okay, sister, I'll listen to you."
"Okay, then you can go back to your room," Wen Qing said.
Wen Liang replied, "Okay."
Wen Qing added, "After Mom and Pengpeng have put Hengheng to sleep, let him sleep with Mom. The sewing machine in my room is running and will wake him up."
"Okay, I'll go tell Mom." With that, Wen Liang left.
Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun then retrieved a package of clothes and discarded manuscripts they had brought from Nanzhou City.
Wen Qing drew the draft, and Ji Yanjun took out a wooden ruler to measure the dimensions.
Because Wen Qing loved making clothes, in addition to making clothes for Fengqing Group, she also made clothes for Ji Yanjun, Yao Shiling, Wen Peng, Wen Liang, and Heng Heng. Ji Yanjun was influenced by her and understood some basic fabrics, professional terms, etc.
While sorting through the discarded drafts, Ji Yanjun said, "The cuff circumferences of these four drafts are three inches, two and a half inches, three and a half inches, and two and a half inches, respectively."
"Okay, I understand." Wen Qing drew on the manuscript from memory.
Ji Yanjun: "The two thermal undershirts are either round-neck or V-neck, and they are both made of cotton."
Wen Qing: "Mm."
Ji Yanjun: "The pants are a foot long."
Wen Qing: "The fabric."
Ji Yanjun: "Kajib."
"This is not right, the khaki fabric is too stiff."
"The other manuscript was about corduroy."
Wen Qing thought for a while and then continued drawing. Ji Yanjun watched from the side the whole time Wen Qing was drawing. When Wen Qing wanted to discuss something with him, he would chime in with a few words.
Because there were already many discarded drafts and some sample garments, Wen Qing was completely focused on integration, and Ji Yanjun's presence greatly increased her work efficiency.
Around nine o'clock, Wen Qing started yawning.
"Go to sleep," Ji Yanjun said. In order to ensure Wen Qing's good health, Ji Yanjun not only made sure she ate and drank well, but also cultivated her habit of going to bed early and getting up early.
"Let's draw a little longer," Wen Qing said.
Ji Yanjun remained silent.
Wen Qing felt his pressure. He was usually easy to talk to about everything, but when it came to eating, drinking, and sleeping, Ji Yanjun was very strict. He was too afraid that she would get sick.
Wen Qing turned to look at him.
Ji Yanjun said, "Nothing is more important than you." Even if the more than 100,000 yuan is lost, Wen Qing's body cannot suffer the slightest harm.
Wen Qing refused to give up because she wanted to vent her anger and make Li Chuanli, Zhang Fangfang, and Liang Wenhua suffer the consequences of their actions. However, Ji Yanjun's words, "Nothing is more important than you," suddenly made her less anxious. She smiled at him and said, "Just coax me, coax me, and I'll go to sleep."
Ji Yanjun smiled and picked her up, saying, "Wife, I'll give you a bath, massage your shoulders, and lull you to sleep."
Wen Qing put her arm around his neck and said, "Okay."
Meanwhile, Li Chuanli and Zhang Fangfang had already received the clothes and the painting. Looking at the word "final" written on the painting, the two were extremely excited.
"It's really beautifully drawn," Li Chuanli said.
Zhang Fangfang smiled and said, "If I weren't good-looking, would Feng Qing have become so successful?" Thinking of this, she felt a surge of hatred. She had liked Ji Yanjun since she was sixteen or seventeen. She liked Ji Yanjun's handsomeness, sense of responsibility, ability, and so on. Watching Ji Yanjun rise to prominence in society and become richer and richer, she flattered that weirdo Liang Wenhua and befriended that awful Ji Ningzhi, all in order to marry Ji Yanjun.
Then Wen Qing suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She kept trying to please Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi in order to sow discord between Wen Qing and Ji Yanjun, but Ji Yanjun still married Wen Qing.
She treated Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi so well, but for the sake of Li Chuanli, the mother and son beat her up, ruining her reputation, and she had no choice but to marry Li Chuanli.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fangfang gritted her teeth in hatred. She was going to trick Liang Wenhua and steal Wen Qing's design. She had brought over this final draft and sample garment. Let's see if Feng Qing suffers any losses. Wen Qing will be crying then, and Liang Wenhua will regret it to death, right? Serves him right!
"With just a few clothes and a few manuscripts, can you really make that much money?" Li Chuanli asked.
Zhang Fangfang retorted, "Chuanli, didn't I open so many branches just by following the trend of Wen Qing's clothing? Don't you believe me?"
Li Chuanli thought about how much money he and Zhang Fangfang had made, and how even his parents no longer held a grudge against Fangfang. It was just a matter of a few clothes, yet he and Fangfang had already bought cars. Considering that this was Wen Qing's first draft, he was certain it would be a bestseller once it was released. So, he said anxiously, "Then let's finish it quickly!"
Zhang Fangfang nodded: "We must sell as much as possible before Feng Qing." Wen Qing's clothes had brought her too much success; she could make a fortune almost as soon as she paid the cost. This time would be no exception.
“Yes.” Li Chuanli was quite excited, thinking about how he could make a fortune again.
Zhang Fangfang smiled, thinking of how Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi looked ashen-faced during the day. Wen Qing must be in a similar state now. The manuscript is lost, the sample garment is gone, and Wen Qing probably can't even sleep right now.
However, the truth is that Wen Qing was asleep, and sleeping very soundly.
Ji Yanjun, on the other hand, sat at the table, imitating Wen Qing, copying the design as he drew the outline of the latest draft while measuring the dimensions.
The next morning, Wen Qing woke up first and saw that Ji Yanjun was still asleep. She carefully got out of bed and walked over to the small table. She saw a row of manuscripts on the table, picked them up and was stunned.
Last night he stayed up all night drawing several copies based on her draft, and integrated them according to what she said while drawing last night, marking the dimensions and fabric.
Wen Qing wanted to say that none of the cards were usable, but this really reduced her workload, and she was very touched. She walked to the bedside, squatted down, kissed Ji Yanjun's lips, and whispered, "Thank you."
Then Wen Qing revised the data provided by Ji Yanjun and remade several garments, which took two days.
On the third day, Wen Liang ran over to Wen Qing and said, "Sister, Zhang Fangfang's clothes have been made."
Wen Qing asked, "Did you sell it?"
"not yet."
"Don't rush," Wen Qing said, putting on the clothes and then saying, "Wen Liang, let's go to the garment factory to find Master Yan and Master Wang."
"Sis, is the dress design finalized?"
"It's settled."
"Different from Zhang Fangfang's?"
“No, it’s exactly the same as hers,” Wen Qing said.
"Why do they have to be exactly the same?" Wen Liang asked, puzzled.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Liangliang, don't rush, let's take it one step at a time. Let's go to the garment factory first."
Wen Qing and Wen Liang went to the garment factory, discussed the matter with Master Yan, and made several sample garments. Once they confirmed that there were no quality issues, they secretly began production.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fangfang had already made a truckload of clothes, which were loaded onto the truck and driven away by the clothing merchants.
Zhang Fangfang and Li Chuanli earned more than five figures in a short time.
Li Chuanli said happily, "Wife, this clothing business is making money really fast."
Zhang Fangfang smiled.
"Shall we reinvest this money and continue production?" Li Chuanli asked.
“Of course,” Zhang Fangfang said. “Whether Feng Qing can make these clothes again or not, we are guaranteed to make a profit. Why not make them in large quantities? The more market share we have, the better for us. It’s a good opportunity to establish our group.”
Li Chuanli was overjoyed. His parents always said he was incompetent, but now he could show them what he was capable of and earn even more. As the truck swayed away, Li Chuanli felt a surge of excitement, anticipating the pinnacle of his life. After all, he, Li Chuanli, was the number one brand in children's clothing.
Ji Ningzhi quickly learned of this news and found two pieces of clothing from Zhang Fangfang's factory, which she then showed to Liang Wenhua.
Liang Wenhua recognized the clothes at a glance: "These are the ones! These are the ones I gave to my card-playing friends!"
Ji Ningzhi looked at Liang Wenhua and asked, "Mom, do you know who made this dress?"
"who?"
"Zhang Fangfang".
Liang Wenhua was taken aback.
Ji Ningzhi continued, "That day I heard my brother say that your mahjong partner is a relative of Li Chuanli. She approached you because she wanted you to steal your sister-in-law's clothes so that they could be produced in Zhang Fangfang's factory. I heard from others that Zhang Fangfang has been making tens of thousands of yuan a day since she took your sister-in-law's clothes, and the factory is still in production. My brother also said that Zhang Fangfang hired someone to hit Dad when he broke his leg."
"What?" Upon hearing this, Liang Wenhua was so angry that he could hardly breathe and almost suffocated himself.
"mom."
"I...I...I'm going to settle accounts with Zhang Fangfang. That shameless bitch, she...she..." Liang Wenhua stormed out, ready to fight Zhang Fangfang to the death.
"Are you still going to cause trouble?!" Ji Yousheng shouted loudly in the room. He had heard everything Ji Ningzhi had said.
Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi were so frightened that they dared not move.
"Don't you want to cause enough trouble for yourself?" Ji Yousheng rebuked sternly.
Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi did not respond.
Ji Yousheng asked, "Ningzhi, what's the situation with your sister-in-law right now?"
“My sister-in-law is trying to find a way to make amends, to minimize the amount of money they have to pay,” Ji Ningzhi said. “My brother and sister-in-law are extremely busy every day. Hengheng is being cared for by his maternal grandmother in Shuiwan Village. I visited Hengheng a couple of days ago, and he was already tanned.”
Upon hearing Hengheng's name, Liang Wenhua felt a pang of heartache, a mixture of anger, frustration, and heartache, wishing he could kill Zhang Fangfang.
"Liang Wenhua, look what you've done!" Ji Yousheng tried to stand up, but bumped his leg and cried out in pain.
Liang Wenhua felt so guilty she was about to cry. In a moment of impulsiveness, she ran out of the yard and straight to the gate of Zhang Fangfang's factory, yelling, "Zhang Fangfang, come out here!"
Zhang Fangfang happened to be there and came out smiling.
Liang Wenhua pointed at her and asked, "Was it you? Did you steal Wen Qing's manuscript?"
Seeing Liang Wenhua's angry face, Zhang Fangfang knew that Feng Qing must be going through a very difficult time. She suddenly felt particularly happy and said, "Auntie, don't you know who stole it?"
Auntie?
Zhang Fangfang called her "Auntie"? Zhang Fangfang used to treat her with the utmost respect, but now she calls her "Auntie" with contempt?
"Zhang Fangfang!" Liang Wenhua trembled with anger.
Zhang Fangfang still smiled: "What? You stole something and you're still denying it?"
You tricked me!
"It's your stupidity that's being exploited."
Liang Wenhua had never been so angry before. Usually, Wen Qing would be angry with her because she was not nice to Wen Qing, but she was really nice to Zhang Fangfang. However, Zhang Fangfang stole the person Ning Zhi liked, bumped into You Sheng's leg, and tricked her into stealing Wen Qing's manuscript. This woman was too despicable.
“Auntie, an old woman like you who relies on her parents at home, her husband when she gets married, and her son when she has a son, has had a smooth life and has never heard a bad word from you. You’d better leave before I say anything bad, or if I say another bad word to you and you die of anger, then I’ll have committed a terrible crime,” Zhang Fangfang said with a smile.
Liang Wenhua's eyes turned red with anger, and he shouted as he charged at Zhang Fangfang: "You bitch!"
Unfortunately, several burly women from Zhang Fangfang's factory stopped her and dragged her outside by her hair.
Liang Wenhua had never been treated like this before, and she burst into tears as she was dragged out of the factory.
When Ji Ningzhi arrived, she saw Liang Wenhua sitting on the ground crying with her hair disheveled, several buttons missing from her clothes, and one of her shoes gone.
"Mom." Ji Ningzhi was still a little hesitant to recognize Liang Wenhua.
Liang Wenhua threw herself into Ji Ningzhi's arms and burst into tears, crying, "Ningzhi!"
Several women in the factory, seeing Liang Wenhua like this, smiled and reported to Zhang Fangfang.
Zhang Fangfang was overjoyed. What did Liang Wenhua mean by this? It meant that Feng Qing had been greatly affected by the children's clothing development. After all, she had taken the initiative, while even if Wen Qing's clothes were put into production, it would be delayed for several days. This "delay" would incur a penalty for breach of contract.
Otherwise, Liang Wenhua wouldn't have been so angry and cried like that.
With this thought in mind, Zhang Fangfang felt completely refreshed. If she could get rid of Feng Qing, she would become the boss of the No. 1 Group in Nanzhou City, and this children's clothing was just the first step.
Zhang Fangfang smiled, picked up the phone, and instructed people to work overtime overnight to mass-produce children's clothing. She also ordered the purchase of fabrics and other materials to fully open up the children's clothing market and set a time to notify all important clients of the establishment of the Zhang's Clothing Group.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fangfang laughed and said, "Yanjun, you don't like me, you'll regret it. Wenqing, just wait and see."
At this time, Ji Yanjun was busy with transportation matters.
Wen Qing came out of the garment factory.
Master Yan asked with a worried look, "Young boss, is this alright?"
Wen Qing asked with a smile, "Why not?"
"But it's money..."
Wen Qing laughed: "Master Yan, you're playing the long game, but you don't believe me?"
Master Yan naturally trusted Wen Qing. At such a young age, Wen Qing had single-handedly built Feng Qing into a successful business, something many people couldn't achieve in a lifetime. Seeing Wen Qing's composure, he figured the young boss must have a solution, so he said, "Alright, then we'll just focus on getting the job done."
"Mm." Wen Qing nodded.
Wen Qing rode in a car back to Shuiwan Village.
Upon arriving at the Wen family's house in Shuiwan Village, they saw Yao Shiling teaching Hengheng to walk.
“Hengheng, come here, come to Grandma.” Yao Shiling clapped her hands.
Chubby Hengheng stood in the middle of the yard, unable to hold onto anything and too afraid to move.
“Annoying…” Actually, he was calling out “Grandma.”
“Come here, come to Grandma’s, Grandma will take you to eat meat,” Yao Shiling said with a smile.
When Hengheng heard about meat, his eyes lit up. He didn't walk, he ran, his little legs moving incredibly fast. Then he plopped down on the ground and burst into tears.
To prevent Hengheng from falling, Yao Shiling laid a layer of wheat straw on the ground so that it wouldn't hurt if he fell.
Yao Shiling quickly picked up Hengheng and said, "Don't cry, don't cry. You can't even walk yet and you're already running. If you don't fall, who will you fall on? Don't cry. It's okay if you fall. We'll get up and walk again." Yao Shiling wiped away Hengheng's tears.
Wen Qing watched from the side, moved. No wonder Yao Shiling was able to teach Wen Liang and Wen Peng so well; the first thing was their different perspectives.
"Sister." Wen Liang's voice came.
Wen Qing turned around and saw that Ji Yanjun had also returned.
"Qingqing." Ji Yanjun reached out and took Wen Qing's hand.
Wen Qing asked, "How are things going on your end, you two?"
Ji Yanjun said, "No problem."
Wen Qing looked at Wen Liang: "And you?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "The customer is very happy."
Wen Qing said, "Okay, we'll wait three more days."
"Okay, I'm actually getting a little excited," Wen Liang said.
Three days passed quickly. By the fourth day, the children's clothing produced in Zhang Fangfang's factory was piled up like a mountain. None of the customers who had come to sign contracts and acquire new clients, or even the old customers, had come or made a phone call.
At first, Zhang Fangfang thought it was normal, but now she feels more and more that something is wrong.
"What's wrong?" Li Chuanli asked.
Zhang Fangfang said, "We haven't had any customers for two or three days."
"It'll only be two or three days. It will take another two or three days for out-of-town clients to arrive. Someone will definitely come tomorrow," Li Chuanli said.
"No, I have to make a call and ask. I'm starting to panic," Zhang Fangfang said.
"Go ahead and fight, go ahead and fight. You're panicking over such a small thing. You're so pathetic! You have clothes, why are you worried about not being able to sell them?" Li Chuanli said nonchalantly. Now that he's making money, he doesn't care about anything anymore.
Zhang Fangfang ignored him, picked up the phone and dialed, but it took a long time for the other end to answer.
Zhang Fangfang smiled and said, "Hey, Mr. Liu, this is Fangfang."
Mr. Liu said with a smile, "Oh, Mr. Zhang, hello, hello."
Zhang Fangfang laughed: "Hey, you said you wanted some clothes from my factory, why haven't you come yet? Are you on your way?"
Mr. Liu laughed: "Mr. Zhang, I was just about to call you about this. After all, doing business is about making money, right?"
"That's right."
“Fengqing is an established brand, trustworthy. The clothes Fengqing made this time are exactly the same as yours, but much cheaper, so I just signed a contract with Fengqing. However, if you are willing to lower the price even further, I am definitely willing to buy from you.”
"Feng Qing?" Zhang Fangfang asked.
"Yes, it's Feng Qing."
Suppressing her anger, Zhang Fangfang asked, "How much is one of her apartments?"
Four pieces.
"No way!" Zhang Fangfang angrily hung up the phone and then called another customer.
With each phone call she made, her expression worsened, until after the tenth call, she slumped into a chair, her face ashen.
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