Huang Wanzhen had already made plans. If Shen Changkun didn't come back, she would stay here. Unfortunately, Shen Changkun was not the kind of person who would take the risk. Before noon, he came in with a strange man. The man was wearing a neat gray Zhongshan suit and looked like a leader.
Shin Chang-kun introduced with a sad face, "Mr. Huang, this is our President Jin."
"Hello, Mr. Huang, I've heard a lot about you." The man stretched out his right hand, acting like someone who had studied abroad. Huang Wanzhen stretched out her hand and shook hands with him, but said nothing.
"Editor-in-Chief Shen has explained your situation to me. It's true that our newspaper was at fault for not managing our employees properly. However, Editor Zhan has indeed left Beijing, and we can't bring him back for you. However, this matter still needs to be resolved. If you have any other requests, please let me know. I will do my best to make amends for our mistakes."
This was a decent statement, and Huang Wanzhen didn't make it difficult for him. She directly quoted the loss of 800 yuan, "You don't have to bargain. Not a penny less will do. This is half of the loss of my shop."
This was a bit of empty talk. Huang Wanzhen didn't show anyone the account book to show the exact amount of losses, but President Jin only pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement. This was beyond Huang Wanzhen's expectations.
"I know the name of Second Sister Huang. It was an honor for us to have your novel published in the Xinmin Daily. We are deeply sorry that this has happened, but regrets are useless now. Today, as Mr. Huang requested, the newspaper will compensate you with 800 yuan. I hope this will make up for your loss."
As he spoke, President Jin took out his wallet from his pocket, wrote a check and handed it to Huang Wanzhen.
Huang Wanzhen took it, looked at it carefully, and put it away carefully. When she looked up, she saw President Jin took out a small plain card from his wallet and handed it to Huang Wanzhen with both hands. "My phone number is on it."
Huang Wanzhen didn't expect that President Jin, who was wearing a Zhongshan suit, was so broad-minded. It really is true that you can't judge a book by its cover.
Huang Wanzhen took it with both hands, said nothing, just nodded slightly, and took Chen Hanfeng out of the office and walked back to the first floor.
"Brother Feng!"
Eight strong men in the lobby on the first floor stood up immediately.
Chen Hanfeng glared at him, "Why call me Brother Feng? Call me Manager Huang!"
If it wasn't in front of Huang Wanzhen, Chen Hanfeng would have wanted to take action. What a bunch of fools, not as good as his little Haili who has good judgment.
Eight strong men, no, there was also a rickshaw puller, who only worked half a day and each received a dollar. When they left, they were as happy as if it was New Year's Day, and kept saying, "Thank you, Manager Huang, for the reward."
Huang Wanzhen wanted to cover her face when she heard this. She turned around and said to Chen Hanfeng, "This is not the previous dynasty. What's the point of thanking me for the reward? Next time, you should change it and just say thank you."
When Chen Hanfeng heard there would be a next time, his eyes lit up like light bulbs and he nodded continuously, "Yes, yes, the manager is right. I will discipline them."
Huang Wanzhen glared at Chen Hanfeng, thinking that he was also a slave of the Qing Dynasty and was hopeless.
The Chinese New Year was approaching, and Huang Wanzhen was very busy. So she finally resolved her worries and spent her days learning martial arts, looking after the shop, and tutoring.
Huang Wanzhen asked the tailor in the store to make a new black cotton coat for Chen Hanfeng. The style was somewhat similar to a police uniform, but there was no logo on it. Wang Dashun saw it while on patrol and even came in to ask about it.
"Oh! This is our company's new security uniform. As you know, black is dirt-resistant. It's winter, so washing clothes is a hassle."
Wang Dashun looked it up and down for a while and commented, "Not bad. How much is this outfit?"
Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "It's not expensive. You can make a set for one dollar. If you want to make it, I will only charge you the capital, 80 cents."
"Pa—" Wang Dashun slapped a dollar on the counter. "They say the cheapest men's clothes at Jixiangtang are no less than eight dollars. I never thought that one day I would be able to afford to wear clothes here!"
"Manager Huang, please give me a set like this. I need it to be made well for me. I need it to look energetic when I wear it."
Huang Wanzhen smiled, put away the big bucks, and found two dimes. Wang Dashun didn't take it. He raised his hand and said arrogantly, "Don't give me a bargain. It's one dollar as agreed. Just don't cut corners on me."
Huang Wanzhen smiled and called out, "Little Stone, come here and measure Officer Wang's size."
After shouting, he turned to Wang Dashun and said, "Look at what you said. The materials and workmanship of our Jixiangtang are never compromised."
After Wang Dashun left, Huang Wanzhen waved to Chen Hanfeng and said, "You're fine. Don't hang around in the store all the time. Go out on the street and practice pulling a cart. Once you're good at it, you can pull me to the Xu Mansion in the back streets of Chang'an."
"Okay! I'll go right away." Although Chen Hanfeng could not read or write, he was very obedient. He basically did whatever Huang Wanzhen said and never hesitated.
After sending Chen Hanfeng away, Huang Wanzhen sat behind the counter, took out a French novel, and continued reading while looking up the dictionary.
After reading a few pages, Zhang Dongqian came to see her. "Manager, you asked me to look for a yard a few days ago. I found that the Zhu family's shop is vacant. The rent is only fifty-five dollars a month. Do you want to rent it?"
"Ah? It's the Zhu family shop that sells Western-style clothes on this street?" Huang Wanzhen put down the book in her hand and asked in surprise, "Did it go bankrupt?"
Zhang Dongqian nodded. "I guess so. Ever since he opened Huamei Clothing, it's been a big blow to his family. He's been able to hold on until now. I wonder how much money he's lost."
"Haha! I'm so happy today!" Huang Wanzhen slammed the table and stood up. "Go and ask around secretly to see if the shop is for sale."
Zhang Dongqian felt that the possibility of selling it was not high. After all, the shop was in a prime location on Dengshikou Street, which had a lot of traffic. Moreover, people generally believed that selling a shop was a symbol of family ruin, so generally speaking, they would not easily sell the shop to outsiders.
"Okay, I'll go ask. If they don't sell it, can we rent it?"
Huang Wanzhen immediately curled her lips and shook her head, "No, you can find a cheaper place to rent. I mainly want to rent a place to practice shooting. I practice at home. There are people coming and going. I'm afraid I won't pay attention and hurt someone."
"You can rent a place in the back streets or alleys. Don't worry about feng shui or whether it's square or not. Narrow and long ones are even better!"
Zhang Dongqian understood Huang Wanzhen's meaning, nodded and left.
It only took two days to find a suitable yard. "The Zhu family's shop is only for rent, not for sale. The middleman recommended me a house in Dama Hutong on the back street. It's funnel-shaped, narrow on the outside and wide on the inside. It's not a good shape, but it's quite large. It's twice the size of this auspicious hall and the backyard. The rent is only over 20 yuan. If the manager is free, come with me to take a look."
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