Wen Zhaoye searched for two or three days in a row, but still couldn't find Wen Jiaojiao. He also couldn't find her bankbook, and he had almost no money left.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely think they had run off with the money and would want to break their legs.
But she is Wen Jiaojiao, the one who stirred my heart in my youth.
He only hoped that the bankbook hadn't been stolen, but that she was carrying it with her, so that if anything happened, she could use the money to ensure her safety.
He lay in the stuffy, cheap hotel room, unable to go out, and made a phone call:
"Please send me some more money from the factory."
Song Qi had no idea what big thing he had done to squander tens of thousands of yuan in his savings account, but he still got to the point:
"Boss, the new factory is basically ready. All that's left is to hire people and confirm the opening date. You're not planning to stay there any longer, are you?"
"Let Zhou Jinyan and Zhou Jin take charge." Wen Zhaoye couldn't find Wen Jiaojiao for a day, so he couldn't concentrate on his work.
For the past two nights, images of Wen Jiaojiao being in danger have been constantly flashing through his mind, resulting in him not getting more than two hours of sleep at a time.
Song Qi said, "Why don't you pay a visit to Boss Ma while you're at it? We used to sell men's clothing, and he sold women's clothing, so we've been providing each other with customers for a long time."
Now that we've suddenly started a women's clothing business, he's probably heard about it. I don't know if we can still be friends.
Wen Zhaoye was afraid that the news Wen Jiaojiao gave Xu Cuifen about trying on clothes was misleading.
Another point he felt was that Wen Jiaojiao didn't have an ID card or a letter of introduction, so no legitimate factory would dare to hire her, let alone offer such outrageous treatment.
Therefore, they took a different approach and first explored families with children and elderly care, as well as some remote and obscure places.
He didn't get the factory name from the waiter, but considering Ma Cungen's character, he had a vague guess in his mind and asked with a frown:
"Is his new factory located near the southern part of Yuncheng? And is it called Fengya?"
A voice came from the other end of the phone:
"right."
"Alright, I understand. Send the money over first." Wen Zhaoye finished speaking and hung up the phone.
He never thought the two companies would fall out because his new factory produced women's fashion apparel.
Ma Cungen's factory only produces sports equipment, so as long as Ma Cungen doesn't change his business model in the future, there will be virtually no conflict.
He opened his suitcase, ready to change his clothes, but just as he grabbed a pair of underwear, "thud!" his bankbook fell to the ground.
Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, speechless. He picked up the passbook, went downstairs, and called Song Qi again to tell him not to come over. He also asked for Ma Cungen's office phone number.
Meanwhile, Ma Cungen sat in his office when the phone rang. He answered it casually:
Who is it?
A voice came from the other end of the phone:
"It's me."
"Mr. Wen, what brings you to call me?"
"I just thought it had been a long time since we last met, and since I happened to be in Yuncheng, I wanted to get together with you."
"Sure, but since we're in Yuncheng, it's my turn to treat."
As the two were talking, suddenly, a loud voice came from outside the door:
"Boss, Liu Qin and I have finished our work. You can come and take a look later when you have time."
Her voice drifted into the microphone, and Wen Zhaoye paused, his gaze slightly lowered. Remembering Xu Cuifen's words about Wen Jiaojiao helping the factory try on clothes, his long-held heavy mood suddenly brightened and he said lightly:
"Mr. Ma, let's get together. You can also bring your factory's fitting staff along."
Ma Cungen considered his relationship with him to be quite good, and joked:
"Tsk, he seems like a pretty proper person, I didn't expect him to have this kind of taste? But, isn't that fitting room attendant you just got at your new factory quite good? Why did you suddenly decide to mess with the girls at our factory?"
Wen Zhaoye sat in a chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said with a roguish grin:
"You're overthinking it. I just want to... invite her to dinner."
Ma Cungen: "We have two fitting staff members in our factory, should we bring them both?"
Wen Zhaoye's dark, handsome eyes gazed at the sunlight outside the door, his thin lips slowly exhaling white smoke as he softly murmured, "Mmm."
"I'll be waiting for you at Fu'an Restaurant."
Ma Cungen didn't know what he was up to, but considering the long-standing friendship between the two families and his understanding of his character,
Without thinking much of it, he hung up the phone and told his assistant, "Tell Liu Qin and He Chou Chou that I'm taking them out for dinner tonight."
The man nodded in agreement, turned around, and went to the dormitory. After the door opened, he explained what had happened.
Wen Jiaojiao had a bad feeling, because Liu Qin and Ma Cungen's relationship started with a drunken social gathering. She repeated:
"A meal? Are you taking us there?"
Before the man could speak, Liu Qin, while tidying her clothes, said:
"Don't overthink it. My boss has taken me out occasionally before, it's nothing."
Wen Jiaojiao was completely relieved, and she nodded:
"Sure."
As the man left, Liu Qin smiled and said:
"This job is easy and pays well, plus I often go out with the boss to broaden my horizons, and I can often get free meals and drinks."
Wen Jiaojiao rummaged through her bag, found a pink dress, tried it on, and said:
"Now that you put it that way, I think I like this job even more. I'm going to do it until I die."
Liu Qin touched up her makeup in front of the mirror and said:
"You're overthinking it. This job is for young people; once you get older, you can't do it anymore."
“It’s okay. If all else fails, I can quit and become a cleaner. I think sweeping is an easy job. You just clean when others are off work and you can get a month’s salary.”
Liu Qin's eyebrows curved slightly as she said:
"That's the boss's mother."
Wen Jiaojiao's smile gradually froze: "..." Well, it seems that when she gets older, she won't even be able to do cleaning work.
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