Chapter 177 The 177th Day of Not Running Away...
Tong Meng's competition was clearly an extraordinary success.
The competition lasted for two months, and the winning children became famous. Mr. and Mrs. Ye were good at networking, and just when a TV series started filming, they directly put all the winning children into the series. The series was filmed and broadcast simultaneously, and after several months of filming, Tongmeng's brand awareness was completely established.
"Boss Ye, you must have made a fortune."
Hua Lingfeng and the others were also acquainted with Boss Ye and his wife. They came by today and went into the office to visit them.
Mr. Ye smiled broadly, "I wouldn't dare say I've made a fortune, just a small profit. I've broken even now."
He told his assistant to bring the tea set, as he wanted to brew tea for everyone.
Wang Quan said, "You're being too kind to us. Just from your orders these past few months, you've probably made nearly eight figures in profit."
Wang Jianquan was genuinely surprised that children's clothing could be so profitable. He and Hua Lingxin didn't have children yet, and he was somewhat astonished to hear that a single piece of Tongmeng clothing cost over a hundred yuan. But what surprised him even more was that so many people were willing to buy it.
"Where would there be so many? Besides, when it comes to making money, we might not be able to compare with your Jingyun Community."
Mr. Ye took the tea set brought by his assistant and began to brew Kung Fu tea.
Chen Bo and Wen Chan came in, and the group was chatting about their year-end plans.
Hearing footsteps, everyone turned around and saw that it was them, so they all stood up.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Wen," Boss Ye greeted them, "Please have a seat, I'll pour you some tea."
Chen Bo was sitting down when Wen Chan asked, "Has Sister Zhao not returned from Shenzhen yet?"
"Soon, her flight is this afternoon, the one at 4:30." Boss Ye glanced at his watch. "I'm planning to drive over and pick her up in a bit."
Wen Chan raised an eyebrow in surprise, "The 4:30 shift? Isn't that a coincidence? We also need to pick up Jiang Zihan and Fatty."
"Are Xiao Jiang and Fatty finally coming back?" Wang Jianquan took a sip of tea and asked with concern, "Fatty's in Shanghai, he hasn't lost weight, has he?"
Wen Chan smiled and said, "Brother Wang, Fatty has a good appetite. I reckon even if we sent him to England, he still wouldn't be able to lose weight."
Upon reflection, everyone realized it was true.
The fat man had the best appetite among them. He could eat a whole bucket of ordinary rice. No wonder he was as fat as Maitreya Buddha; he really could eat a lot.
Hua Lingfeng was more concerned with a different question: "How much money did Xiao Jiang and the others make in the Shanghai stock market this time?"
The biggest event in Shanghai this year has to be the subscription certificates.
At the beginning of the year, when people talked about stock subscription certificates, they all felt that buying these certificates was like throwing money down the drain.
In addition, at the beginning of the year, the social atmosphere was pessimistic, and everyone was worried that we would return to the situation of the previous decade. No one dared to try something as capitalist as stock subscription certificates.
But who would have thought that the wind direction would change so suddenly.
Not only did it change, but stock subscription certificates also went from being unwanted to being extremely sought after.
Originally, a subscription certificate cost only 30 yuan, but by the middle of the year, the asking price had reached 3,000 yuan, a 100-fold increase.
Needless to say, stocks bought with subscription certificates are even more profitable. With government support and a limited number of stocks available, you can easily make money by simply buying any one of them.
It is said that an old man in Shanghai spent more than 30,000 yuan to buy a subscription certificate and became a millionaire overnight.
News of overnight riches emerged one after another. Not only were Shanghai residents going crazy for stocks, but people all over the country were also excited. However, there was a restriction on Shanghai stock subscription certificates: they only allowed Shanghai residents to buy them with their household registration.
Because of this, many citizens in big cities have filed numerous complaints, especially in Beijing and Shenzhen.
We're all from big cities, we're all Chinese, why can't we buy from them?
However, the first batch of subscription certificates had already sold out, and no matter how many opinions there were, it was to no avail.
"Xiao Hua!"
Wang Jianquan gave Hua Lingfeng a stern look, his eyes conveying a sense of reprimand. How could he ask someone such a question about money?
Wen Chan smiled slightly: "Brother Wang, it's nothing, I just made a little money."
Small amount of money?
Mr. Ye was making tea when he heard this and his hand trembled.
The couple didn't buy many subscription certificates, but they still made more than four million.
They hadn't inquired about how much Wen Chan and the others had invested, but around the middle of the year, Mr. Ye and his wife took a flight to Shanghai.
At that time, the stock price had not yet reached its peak, but news of limit-up prices kept coming in. Just by looking at how much respect those people at the stock exchange had for Jiang Zihan and Fatty, one could guess that Wen Chan and the others had invested a considerable amount.
Since both groups were going to pick up people, they decided to go together.
Almost a year later, when Hua Lingfeng and the others saw Jiang Zihan and Fatty, they could hardly recognize them.
"Sister Wen." Jiang Zihan, dressed in a Burberry trench coat and sporting a bob haircut, ran over in high heels, attracting the attention of many men.
Her appearance hasn't changed much, but her aura is completely different from what it was two years ago.
Two years ago, Jiang Zihan was certainly beautiful, but she lacked presence. Even though she was pretty, she was hard to stand out in a crowd. But now, Jiang Zihan has such a presence that people can tell at a glance that she is no ordinary person.
"It seems you've changed quite a bit in the past year."
Wen Chan patted Jiang Zihan on the shoulder, nodded, and smiled as she spoke.
Her eyes swept over the fat man, and she couldn't help but chuckle. The fat man was wearing an Armani suit, a Hermes tie, and an LV belt. He also had a leather briefcase tucked under his arm. He was decked out in all the big brands.
Hua Lingfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Fatty, what's with your outfit? Oh my, you look like a nouveau riche."
The fat man had hair that reached his neck. With a flick of his hair, he exuded confidence, "Brother, you're so out of touch. I dressed up specially. Look at me, everyone will know I'm rich."
Jiang Zihan chuckled and whispered in Wen Chan's ear, "Sister Wen, he was stopped at the hotel entrance earlier. People thought he was a thug, so he dressed like that."
Wen Chan glanced at the fat man with a smile in her eyes.
Chen Bo patted the fat man on the shoulder, "Do you really need to dress like this? Look at your figure, everyone knows you're rich."
“Brother Zheng is right—” The fat man was about to subconsciously agree when he suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through nodding. He looked at Chen Bozheng with a wronged expression and said, “Brother Zheng, are you insulting me?”
"I'm just reminding you, don't dress like that when you go back to Beijing, you might get robbed. It's almost the end of the year, be careful."
Chen Bozheng joked.
Everyone chatted and laughed until Zhao Dan also arrived, and then they all went to have dinner together.
The day after Jiang Zihan and Fatty returned, Wen Chan gathered all the people who had previously bought stocks, to save them the trouble.
"Boss Ye and Sister Zhao have already sold their stocks, and the profit is 4.56 million."
"The monk's stock profits amounted to 1.56 million."
"Brother Wang's stocks—"
"Brother Hua's stocks—"
Jiang Zihan is meticulous and printed out all the data for everyone.
When Wen Chan saw the profit, she felt a little happy.
No one would complain about having too much money. The three million she invested with Zhang Yurong and Chen Bozheng has now become a nine-figure sum on paper.
Everyone's faces lit up with joy upon seeing the money.
Even though the money hadn't arrived in their accounts yet, everyone was beaming with joy.
Boss Ye said directly, "Zihan, Fatty, I don't have anything to give you. But we happen to have a few apartments in the Asian Games Village area. You can each have two, and we'll even cover the renovations."
"How could I possibly accept this?"
Jiang Zihan hesitated for a moment, then politely declined, saying, "We both earn quite a bit of money."
Money gives heroes courage. Jiang Zihan and Fatty are now both millionaires.
“You should accept it,” Wen Chan said. “This past year, none of us have had time to go to Shanghai to keep an eye on the stock market. You two have also worked hard all year, so this is what you deserve.”
Wen Chan paused here, then said, "Ms. Zhang also wants to thank you. A friend of hers is looking to expand into the Chinese market; it's a sports brand." She mentioned a famous American brand: "They're looking for a general distributor, and Ms. Zhang's idea is to keep the profits within the family. This might fall to you. Are you interested?"
Jiang Zihan and the fat man both knew this brand, and their eyes lit up.
Jiang Zihan and the fat man exchanged a glance. The fat man asked honestly, "Does this general distributor make any money?"
Chen Bozheng, annoyed, grabbed a pack of tissues from the table and threw it at the fat man, saying, "Why are you playing dumb with us? If the main distributor isn't making money, then who is?"
The fat man chuckled: "I was just embarrassed, Miss Zhang, you're too kind. Sister-in-law, please tell her that we will definitely work hard and won't embarrass her."
Wen Chan smiled slightly, took out two car keys from her handbag, and handed them to Jiang Zihan and the others: "My gifts for you are much simpler, one Mercedes for each of you, one black and one white. You can decide how to use them."
Jiang Zihan and the fat man were overjoyed.
A Mercedes is much more expensive than a house.
A brand new Mercedes now costs at least seven figures.
Chen Bozheng also benefited from their situation. He was an honest man and didn't say anything else, giving each of them a million yuan privately.
As the year draws to a close, after a busy year, everyone is gradually having some free time.
Especially Jiang Zihan and Fatty.
The matter between the two had come to an end. After returning to Beijing, he took a day off with his students and spent his days running around, either visiting Chen Bozheng or Wen Chan.
The two weren't just playing around; they wanted to learn something.
The two also gave Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan's daughter, Xiaowenzi, a bunch of gifts.
The toys I bought from the Friendship Store alone filled the whole room.
Jiang Zihan also asked someone to buy a bunch of children's clothes and snacks from Hong Kong. She dressed up Xiaowenzi and then took her out to see Wen Chan. "Sister Wen, do you think it looks good?"
Wen Chan looked at the little mosquito wearing the sheep outfit. The little mosquito was pouting and tearing at its clothes, clearly very dissatisfied.
A slight smile played on her lips as she walked over and wiped the drool from the child's mouth with a tissue, saying, "She doesn't like new clothes; she prefers to wear old ones."
Jiang Zihan couldn't understand and stared wide-eyed, saying, "How could that be? I would have been so happy to wear so many beautiful new clothes when I was a child."
The Jiang family has three children. Although Jiang Zihan was cute when she was little, the family was poor, so her cuteness was useless. Her eldest brother would wear her clothes and then pass them on to her second sister, and when her second sister outgrew them, she would wear them too.
Wen Chan was both amused and exasperated: "We'll have to wait until she's old enough to understand. She's only just learned to sit up and can't even walk yet, so how would she know if the clothes are pretty or not?"
Jiang Zihan reluctantly helped change the child's clothes back into place.
When the little mosquito changed back into its old clothes, its expression relaxed considerably.
Wen Chan teased her with a rattle drum, and the child obligingly giggled and even drank from her bottle by herself, which was very convenient.
Jiang Zihan stared at the mosquito, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
She tilted her head and looked at Wen Chan, her gaze leaving Wen Chan somewhat bewildered.
The phone rang suddenly at that moment.
Wen Chan asked Jiang Zihan to hold the baby and feed him while she went to answer the phone.
When she returned after answering the phone, she saw Jiang Zihan looking the child over from all angles, her eyes thoughtful.
"What happened? Did the child bump into something?" Wen Chan examined the child's face.
Babies this age sometimes scratch themselves with their fingernails. Since having this child, Wenchan has realized how difficult it is to raise such a child.
She and Chen Bozheng still had the help of the monk's mother and a nanny who was in charge of cooking. Even so, when the child got sick, it still left them scrambling to catch up.
Jiang Zihan glanced at the child, then couldn't help but look at Wen Chan.
Holding the child, she walked over and closed the office door, then whispered to Wen Chan, "Sister Wen, is this child really not related to you?"
It wasn't that she was being paranoid; although the child was still young, the more she looked at him, the more his features resembled Wen Chan's.
Especially when this child is serious, the way his brows furrow slightly is exactly the same as Wen Chan's serious expression.
Wen Chan then realized what her expression meant.
She looked at the child. "Does he look a lot like me?"
Jiang Zihan nodded slightly with a serious expression, "You two spend so much time together, you probably don't realize it, but I see that I'm becoming more and more like you."
Wen Chan chuckled inwardly.
This is "her" all along.
Can I not resemble her?
She touched the child's soft, tofu-like face and said, "Perhaps this is our destined fate."
Wen Chan said, "This child can't be mine, can it?"
Jiang Zihan certainly wouldn't think that way. Putting everything else aside, Wen Chan's health wasn't good; childbirth would be extremely difficult for her. "What I mean is, could it be that one of your relatives' children knew about your health condition, and that's why—"
Wen Chan thought for a moment and then laughed, “That’s even more impossible. Let alone my relatives, even if my brother were still alive and had a daughter, he wouldn’t look so much like me. Don’t even think about it. This child is truly a gift from God.”
Jiang Zihan doesn't believe in God or fate.
But the resemblance between the little mosquito and Wen Chan made her waver.
To be honest, she had worried about Wen Chan before. Wen Chan's health was poor, so it was definitely impossible for her to have children. But the couple was so rich, so they would inevitably be targeted in the future.
Now that they have a child, regardless of how the child came to be, at least the couple doesn't have to worry about the child anymore.
There are dinner parties every day at the end of the year.
Wen Chan and Chen Bozheng inevitably had to have meals with Lin Zhiyong and others.
Every year-end, restaurants in Beijing become incredibly busy.
In such situations, it's common to run into acquaintances or enemies.
It was already past 10 p.m.
Chen Bo drove over and picked up Wen Chan.
But they saw Wen Chan staring in one direction, her eyes unblinking.
He followed her gaze and saw several well-dressed men walking up to the second floor of the restaurant, with the restaurant manager talking to the man leading the group.
"What's wrong? Did you see someone you know?" Chen Bo asked as he got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the car door.
Wen Chan bit her lip and turned to look at Chen Bozheng: "Do you still remember that boss Wang Xinghai who was wanted before?"
Chen Bozheng frowned. "You saw him?!"
Wen Chan nodded and pointed to the group of people from earlier, "It's one of the people in there who was wearing a mask earlier. Their eyes and eyebrows are about 80% similar."
Wen Chan knew that Lin Qingfeng was Chen Bozheng's brother, and she was also looking for Wang Xinghai's whereabouts. Although she didn't do it intentionally, she would pay attention to him when she went out and looked at people.
When that group of people got off the bus, Wen Chan didn't actually look at them. She only glanced at them because she heard them mention Hainan real estate and Beijing real estate, which piqued her interest. Little did she expect that it would be such a coincidence.
One of those people is very likely Wang Xinghai.
"You wait here, I'll go call the police."
Chen Bo spoke decisively.
Wen Chan grabbed his hand, saying, "We can't call the police."
Chen Bo looked at Wen Chan with a puzzled expression. Just as Wen Chan was about to explain, a car behind them honked its horn, urging them to move their car.
Wen Chan said to Chen Bozheng, "Get in the car, drive out first, and then circle back to the parking lot from the back."
The hotel's parking lot is an open space nearby. Usually, there are two security guards responsible for parking and watching the cars, but late at night, and with the weather cold, the two guards are very careless and don't take it seriously at all.
Wen Chan and Chen Bo drove the car around to the parking lot and turned off the engine.
Wen Chan said to Chen Bozheng, "That Wang Xinghai can do such reckless things in China, he must have a protector behind him. If we call the police now, we might not be able to catch him, but it will definitely alert him. You saw it yourself, Wang Xinghai's status in that group is obviously not high. What if that group is all in cahoots with Wang Xinghai? If we arrest Wang Xinghai, we won't be able to eliminate the root of the problem! Drug dealers are ruthless. If they retaliate against us, not only you and me, but Lin Qingfeng's whole family will be in trouble!"
Chen Bo was just worried about Lin Qingfeng's situation. He had been asking around for Wang Xinghai's whereabouts for almost eight months, but there was still no news.
Now that he's finally seen someone, it's no wonder he's anxious.
But after hearing what Wen Chan said, he gradually calmed down.
After calming down, he couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear. Wen Chan's words made perfect sense. He had been involved in the underworld before and knew how inhumane drug dealers were. Those people were in the business of beheading and didn't care about human life at all.
Chen Bozheng's back was almost entirely covered in cold sweat.
"You're right, I acted impulsively!"
“I think we should contact Captain Wang secretly,” Wen Chan said in a low voice. “Those guys will definitely come back to get the car. Let’s remember the license plate number and only give the message to Captain Wang. Captain Wang is trustworthy.”
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