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Chapter 189
As soon as he came, everyone started laughing.
Wang Limei's face also turned a bit playful. "Alright, alright, Qiu Run is here to pick you up. Go back quickly."
For some reason, Jiang Meishu's face felt a little hot, as if the temperature had instantly spread to the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She hummed shyly.
Wait until they leave.
Wang Limei and Jiang Meilan sighed, "Qiu Run really cares about her."
They knew exactly who she was.
Jiang Meilan hummed and walked back slowly. Under the moonlight, her back was stretched out, with a hint of coldness.
"She's worth it."
Not everyone can run around and seek help everywhere when their husband is in trouble.
Not everyone can withstand such great pressure and accompany her husband to make a comeback when the future is uncertain.
Jiang Meilan couldn't do this.
Jiang Meilan is an extremely sophisticated egoist. She is always calculating gains and losses, and she will never be able to be like her sister.
Put all your passion into one person.
Two completely different personalities lead to different lives.
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Jiang Meilan was in the car. She yawned from sleepiness, her voice listless. "Lao Liang, why are you here?"
It was already eleven o'clock, but fortunately the two places were not far away, and she planned to go back by herself.
Seeing how sleepy she was, Liang Qiurun handed her a gauze scarf and said, "I saw you weren't back yet, so I went to West Lake Street first. The stalls there were closed, so I came here to try my luck."
"Want to get some sleep? I'll carry you inside when we get there."
Jiang Meishu responded softly. She was a delicate person who couldn't endure hardship or be offended, but she also loved money, so she could only go through the same trouble over and over again.
In the final analysis, it is because he is weak, incompetent and wants to make trouble.
She didn't know when she got home. She only knew that when she woke up the next day, Liang Qiurun was no longer at home and the sun was already high in the sky.
She didn't know how long she slept.
The sun was strong and I was tired, so I just lay there and didn't want to move. After a while, Sister Zhang heard the noise outside and knocked gently on the door. "Comrade Jiang, are you awake?"
Jiang Meishu hummed lazily.
Sister Zhang said, "The seafood porridge is ready. If you want to eat it now, I'll go stir-fry some side dishes."
Jiang Meishu, "I'll get up right away."
When Sister Zhang heard this, she went to the kitchen to busy herself and had no intention of entering the bedroom. Jiang Meishu sat on the edge of the bed, thinking of the nanny in Hong Kong. She really knew how to behave.
She couldn't help but think of Comrade Wang from the Liang family. Although he cooked delicious food, he often had no sense of propriety. For example, he would casually enter the bedroom without caring whether the other person was awake or not.
As soon as the meal is ready, he will immediately call people to eat, regardless of whether you want to get up or not.
But Sister Zhang was different. You could clearly feel that she had a strong sense of propriety. She would never enter the bedroom unless it was to clean. Even if she did, she would knock on the door in advance and ask for permission.
Like the situation this morning, after she asked clearly, she would leave to work directly. She would definitely not have any intention of coming in or scolding.
But Comrade Wang is different. When she was at Liang's house, Comrade Wang complained to her several times, saying that she slept until noon in the morning. What kind of daughter-in-law is like this?
Even unmarried girls would not be as lazy as Jiang Meishu.
Jiang Meishu rolled her eyes every time and thought to herself, she didn't eat her food or live in her house, but he was meddling in her business.
At least after coming to Guangzhou, Sister Zhang no longer has this kind of trouble.
Sister Zhang is a good cook. The shrimp and crab porridge she makes is so sticky, sweet and melts in your mouth.
Jiang Meishu doesn't like dry food in the morning. This kind of sticky porridge with a little rice soup is very much to her liking.
Jiang Meishu was very satisfied with the meal. She drank two small bowls of porridge in a row. When she was about to leave, she packed a lunch box. Then she remembered to ask, "Did Lao Liang eat breakfast?"
Sister Zhang nodded, "Yes, I ate shrimp and crab porridge." Knowing that Jiang Meishu cared about Liang Qiurun, she added, "I ate three bowls."
"Plus two eggs."
Jiang Meishu immediately understood what was going on. "Okay, I understand."
"Sister Zhang, please help me fill a thermos bucket so I can take it out."
Sister Zhang naturally agreed.
There is a thermos at home, but it was brought from Hong Kong. Qiao Jiahui had visited Liang Qiurun before and sometimes she couldn't have hot meals, so he specially sent the thermos over.
This time, Jiang Meishu put it to good use. When she went out with the bucket in her hand, it was already eleven o'clock.
I first went to Liang Qiurun's unit. He is the factory director of Hongtai. It is still in the initial stage and he is naturally very busy.
She couldn't find anyone in the office, so she went to the workshop. When Jiang Meishu arrived, she was wearing a white dress, her hair braided behind her head, revealing her forehead for shopping, a bag in her hand, and small leather boots on her feet.
She is bright and glorious, and different from the gray, dirty and tired workshop.
The whole workshop lit up when she stood there, and many workers looked over, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Jiang Meishu was a little bewildered. She paused for a moment and said, "I'm looking for Liang Qiurun."
This sound seemed to break the pause button around.
The workers chattered, "Director Liang is in the back."
Jiang Meishu thanked him and walked forward a few steps. Before she reached the end of the passage, she saw a person coming out from under the machine.
It’s Liang Qiurun.
It was the dark Liang Qiurun.
It was Liang Qiurun, whom Jiang Meishu had never seen before.
In her eyes, Liang Qiurun has always been clean. He sits in a decent office and keeps it clean every year. He is always the respected Director Liang.
But the Liang Qiurun in front of him is not like that.
He was wearing work clothes, having just come out from under the machine. His face and clothes were covered in black machine oil, and he looked very disheveled. But his face was the only thing that stood out. Although it was pitch black, his eyebrows and eyes were still three-dimensional, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Jiang Jiang, why are you here?"
Liang Qiurun came over and took off the black gloves on his hands. Although he was so dark, his hands were the only ones that still had distinct joints and were as smooth as jade because they were well protected by the gloves.
Jiang Meishu took two steps forward and said, "I came to see you and ask if you were hungry. I'll bring you some food."
Liang Qiurun handed the gloves to Secretary Chen next to him. Secretary Chen started to take up his post since he arrived.
Compared to A Zheng, Secretary Chen is obviously more in line with Liang Qiurun's wishes.
He only needed a look or a gesture, and Secretary Chen would know what he meant.
After handing the gloves to Secretary Chen, Liang Qiurun gave an order, "Keep an eye on the machine for me. If there's any problem, try the same method as before. If that doesn't work, call the Jinshi Bicycle Factory for help."
"But," he paused, "unless it's absolutely necessary, don't keep on calling."
When asking someone for help, you should do it when it is necessary. If you ask too often, the favor will fade away eventually.
This is also the reason why Liang Qiurun chose to end it himself. In terms of hands-on ability, few people present can compare with him. It's just a bicycle. The worst thing that can happen is that he has to start learning from scratch.
In the few months that Liang Qiurun has been at Hongtai, he has been able to completely assemble a bicycle, and even knows how to arrange every node of the bicycle most appropriately.
However, Liang Qiurun never told these to anyone, not even Jiang Meishu knew.
When the two of them got outside, Jiang Meishu looked at the man who had always been clean but now had his face covered in motor oil. Her eyes immediately turned red and tears as big as beans fell. "Lao Liang, why are you like this?"
Obviously he wasn't like this before.
When Liang Qiurun saw Jiang Meishu crying, he immediately raised his hand and wiped her tears with his calloused fingertips, "Jiang Jiang, don't cry, I'm fine."
He smiled and comforted her, "It's just repairing a machine, it's no big deal."
"Besides," he said seriously, "it's up to me to ring the bell. Since I've chosen to be the factory director at Hongtai, I naturally have to be familiar with all of Hongtai's technologies and businesses."
"Jiang Jiang, don't sympathize with me." Liang Qiurun's tone was very calm, without any inferiority or cowardice. "After leaving the meat processing plant, I can have my current job. I'm very satisfied."
Even from the beginning, Liang Qiurun has never been afraid.
Jiang Meishu's crying became quieter. "You always come home clean and tidy. You never told me that you have to be like this at the factory."
She had always thought that being a factory manager meant sitting in an office, and even if she was busy, it was always in the office. She didn't know why, but seeing Liang Qiurun, covered in oil and black, crawling out from under the machine, she felt particularly sad.
Because in Jiang Meishu's impression, Liang Qiurun has always been a person with a clean temperament, noble and gentle, but the Liang Qiurun in front of her really broke all of Jiang Meishu's past cognition.
"Jiang Jiang."
"Listen to me first." Liang Qiurun used his only remaining clean hand to pull her towards the office. "There's no distinction between high and low jobs. As long as the job can bring in income, it's fine."
"It doesn't matter what the job is, as long as it brings in profit, that's enough."
The more he cared about Hongtai, the more he would get when Hongtai distributed dividends. Moreover, when entrusted with a task, one must be loyal and do it to the best of one's ability.
Jiang Meishu knew it, but she still felt heartbroken.
"Okay Jiang Jiang, go see what food you delivered? I'm hungry."
Jiang Meishu then hummed, "It's still the shrimp and crab porridge from this morning. It's thick and fragrant. I asked Sister Zhang to make a few pancakes. You can eat some first."
After arriving at the office, she watched Liang Qiurun finish the meal before she slowly said, "Lao Liang."
Liang Qiurun went to wash the thermos bucket and looked over when he heard this. "What's wrong?"
"you--"
Jiang Meishu opened her mouth but didn't know how to start.
Liang Qiurun seemed like a worm in her stomach, "Jiang Jiang." He washed his hands and put away the thermos. Liang Qiurun, with a clean face, seemed to have regained her noble and gentle appearance.
"You don't have to feel sorry for me, nor do you have to feel sorry for me." Liang Qiurun's voice was gentle. "This is my job. I'm familiar with the work process and equipment. This is something I have to do and understand. That's all."
Jiang Meishu knew it of course, she just felt bad.
"Okay." Liang Qiurun raised his hand and touched her head. "You've worked hard too, haven't you?"
"Under the scorching sun, in the evening, and late at night, you're all guarding the stall. Jiang Jiang, there's no job in this world that's easy."
"If you don't want to work hard, then just stay at home, but I don't want to be that kind of person."
"I'm thirty-seven years old this year, and will soon be forty. I have elders above me, a wife in the middle, and children below me. These are all my responsibilities."
“For me, it’s good enough now.”
He has been comforting Jiang Meishu.
Jiang Meishu's nose felt sore, and she murmured softly, "I know."
When Jiang Meishu left Hongtai, she looked back at Liang Qiurun, who had sent her out, and said, "Lao Liang, I will make good money too."
She won't be lazy like before.
When she is lazy, there is always someone to take the blame for her.
And now Liang Qiurun is the one. Although he never said it, Jiang Meishu knew it.
Jiang Meishu has never been a hardworking person, or maybe she was in her previous life, but not in this life.
Her original intention of marrying Liang Qiurun was that he had a lot of money, less work, and a house, so she didn't have to work.
Lie down at home with peace of mind.
But at this moment, Jiang Meishu suddenly wanted to do something. She just hoped that she could be more diligent and make more money so that when her Lao Liang encountered problems in the future, she wouldn't have to suffer like this.
Of course, this may be her own one-sided view, that Lao Liang is wronging himself.
Just like when she was setting up a stall under the scorching sun, Liang Qiurun felt distressed when he saw her.
At this moment, Jiang Meishu had to admit that she had feelings for Liang Qiurun.
Because of feelings, we want to feel sorry for each other and want to work harder and harder.
Jiang Meishu went to Xihu Street with this mood. Because it was a little after two o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people here, but the vendors had already prepared their stalls and were about to start stocking up their goods.
When she arrived, Jiang Meilan and Wang Limei had already set up the stall, but Shen Yinping was the only little girl there.
The support is slow.
When Jiang Meishu arrived, Jiang Meilan was still saying to Shen Yinping, "Put it aside first. Wait until your aunt and I finish setting up this place, and then we'll come help you."
Shen Yinping said stubbornly, "I can do it alone."
She is only a teenager, but I don't know where her arrogance comes from.
Jiang Meishu wanted to laugh, so she said, "I'll do it."
When Shen Yinping heard her voice, she was surprised and asked, "Sister, why are you here?"
She thought Jiang Meishu would not come today.
Jiang Meishu said, "I'm here to help, but I might have to leave early this afternoon to go to the Li's Garment Factory."
Shen Yinping sighed, "Don't worry, I'll be watching over the stall, so nothing will go wrong."
This little girl is tough-talking, has a strong sense of responsibility, and is tactful and resourceful in her work. She is worldly-wise but not worldly.
Jiang Meishu really likes it.
She stayed at the stall until half past eight, and when she saw that there were fewer people at the stall, she counted the bill.
I sold more than 300 yuan in one afternoon.
good.
It can't be considered good, nor can it be considered bad. It can only be said that it is not as good as the best, but better than the worst.
After Jiang Meishu left the stall, she went to the Li Garment Factory. It was already nine o'clock, and Li Wenjuan had not yet finished get off work. She was a typical workaholic.
When Jiang Meishu arrived, she greeted, "Sister Wenjuan, are you looking for me?" When she arrived, she saw Qiao Jiahui was also inside, and he was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea. This surprised Jiang Meishu.
Li Wenjuan sighed, then stretched her body and took out an account book from under the desk drawer. "This is the account book for three months. Can you take a look?"
Jiang Meishu glanced at it, but didn't look closely, and returned it. "How much can I get?"
"Thirty-nine thousand."
Jiang Meishu was surprised, "Why are there so many?"
Li Wenjuan stretched and felt her neck hurt from being bent for so long, so she stood up and stretched. "Over the past two months, there seem to be a lot more people setting up stalls in Guangzhou than before, and there are more people coming from other places as well. As a result, the factory's shipments have increased, and naturally the income has increased as well."
"You and Young Master Qiao each receive a dividend of 39,000 yuan."
Qiao Jiahui then slowly put down his teacup, stood up, walked over to Jiang Meishu, touched the account book, and said with a complicated expression, "Speaking of which, this is the first large sum of money I've ever made."
He said with a melancholy tone, "I used to lose money."
"In Hong Kong, nicknamed 'Money Loser'."
Jiang Meishu, "..."
Qiao Jiahui really didn't treat her as an outsider.
"Don't look at me like that, little sister-in-law." Qiao Jiahui touched his face. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm afraid Brother Qiurun will think I'm trying to steal his girlfriend."
Jiang Meishu, "..."
I don't really want to talk to this guy.
He is never serious all day long.
Li Wenjuan next to her interrupted, "Basically, this is the situation in the account book. As for dividends, do we want certificates of deposit or cash?"
"I only have deposit certificates here at the moment. If you want cash, I can get it back tomorrow and give it to you."
Jiang Meishu, "I want a deposit slip, so I don't have to deposit it again."
Qiao Jiahui said lazily, "Then I want a deposit slip too, Sister Wenjuan."
He shouted teasingly.
But Li Wenjuan was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Qiao, what are you yelling about?"
She's not Jiang Meishu. She's been around Hong Kong for a few years, so she naturally knows the Qiao family's background. Given Qiao Jiahui's status in Hong Kong, if he calls her "sister," everyone in that circle would probably respect her.
How awesome must it be to make Qiao Jiahui willingly call her sister?
Qiao Jiahui raised his eyelids. He had a pair of phoenix eyes, and when they were raised like this, he looked a little more romantic for no reason, and the temperament of a not-so-shrewd rich boy was also diluted a little.
"You make money for me, so it's not an exaggeration for me to call you sister." Qiao Jiahui said slowly, "My father said that anyone who can make money for themselves is my adopted parent."
"I didn't ask you to call me mom, which is already quite respectful."
Li Wenjuan, “…”
She finally understood why Jiang Meishu always described Qiao Jiahui as a rich idiot.
The word "Mom" gave her goosebumps.
"Take it."
Li Wenjuan also returned to her old ways and directly handed over the deposit slip. "The next dividend will be at the end of the year."
"Come back and get your dividends when the time comes."
Qiao Jiahui blew a fancy whistle and said, "Oh, this is the first time in my life that I've received money from someone other than my dad and mom."
"Sis, from now on you are my real sister. If you have money, call me brother."
Li Wenjuan was not used to being called "sister" at first, but later she became accustomed to it.
"Mr. Qiao, please help us make a fortune."
Not to mention 39,000, if Qiao Jiahui is willing, he can even take out 390,000.
Qiao Jiahui put the deposit slip in and glanced at her sideways, "You dare to take the money from losing money?"
Li Wenjuan didn't want to pay attention to him and drove them both out. "Don't delay my overtime. Go away, go home."
Jiang Meishu was obedient and left the office on her own. When it was Qiao Jiahui's turn, he raised his hand and blew a kiss to Li Wenjuan, "Sister, when you become rich, take me with you."
"Don't forget, you have a half-brother who has been living away from home for twenty-four years."
Jiang Meishu, "..."
How did she just realize that Qiao Jiahui's mouth was like poison? How could he dare to say anything?
She was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Qiao Jiahui ran up excitedly and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm going back to Hong Kong next month. Do you want to come with me?"
Jiang Meishu, "?"
"You're going back to Hong Kong, why should I follow you back?"
Those who knew her thought she was Qiao Jiahui's sister-in-law, while those who didn't thought she was the daughter-in-law Qiao Jiahui brought back.
Qiao Jiahui said as a matter of course, "Brother Qiurun treats Hongtai so seriously, so I must return the favor and help him take care of his family."
Jiang Meishu looked at him and said, "You should talk to your brother Qiurun about this."
"See if he beats you up."
Jiang Meishu knew very well that she was Liang Qiurun's Achilles' heel.
When Qiao Jiahui heard this, he immediately shrank his neck and said, "I wouldn't dare to do that. Brother Qiu Run would beat me to death then."
He once acted up in front of Liang Qiurun and was beaten so badly the next day that he couldn't get out of bed.
The memory is still fresh.
When Jiang Meishu returned home in the evening, Liang Qiurun was waiting for her. The lights in the house were still on. He didn't know what he was busy with at the desk. When he heard Jiang Meishu opening the door and coming in, he got up and saw Qiao Jiahui bringing Jiang Meishu back.
Liang Qiurun narrowed his eyes immediately, and Qiao Jiahui felt a chill on the back of his neck. He subconsciously explained, "Brother Qiurun, I didn't do anything else. I just sent my sister-in-law back from the garment factory."
Liang Qiurun didn't say anything, just glanced at him.
Qiao Jiahui, who was usually very clever, was very tactless at this moment. He had no intention of leaving, but said shamelessly, "Brother Qiurun, I wanted to invite my sister-in-law to go to Hong Kong, but she didn't agree."
Before he could finish his words, Liang Qiurun interrupted him, "Tell the truth."
When he wasn't smiling, he looked quite serious, which made Qiao Jiahui unable to make jokes. He muttered, "It's my dad."
"What are you talking about? If I don't bring you back with me when I go home next month, I won't go home anymore."
"Brother Qiurun, I even suspect that I am not my father's biological son, but you are."
Liang Qiurun, "Speak human language."
Qiao Jiahui immediately put on a polite face, "To put it simply, my father looked at Hongtai's financial statements for the past three months and saw that the company had turned losses into profits."
"He wants to see you."
"I want to see my sister-in-law, too." Seeing Liang Qiurun's increasingly fierce gaze, Qiao Jiahui lowered his voice by eight degrees, "Oh, it's not that my dad wants to see my sister-in-law."
"It's my friends who are so mean. They praised my sister-in-law's looks, saying she's prettier than Miss Hong Kong."
"They just want to see my sister-in-law." Before he finished speaking, seeing Liang Qiurun's brows furrowed in displeasure, Qiao Jiahui immediately slid to his knees, "Brother Qiurun, I was wrong."
"I shouldn't brag about my sister-in-law's beauty, nor should I brag about you looking like a top male escort."
Liang Qiurun, "..."
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