Chairman Song spoke, and Zhao Dahua quickly put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and said respectfully, "I can do it."
Huang Wanzhen stretched out her hand and waved at Zhao Dahua twice, "Eat, everyone can chat, don't be so nervous." Let alone eating with the leaders, Zhao Dahua had never sat at the table since she was a child. Whether before or after getting married, she always held a bowl and ate around the stove.
Before, when Zhao Dahua was in Jixiang Hall, she ate at the stove and no one asked her or cared about her. But since she moved into this western-style building, there was a very long dining table in the living room, and Huang Wanzhen asked everyone to eat together at the table.
On the first day of dinner, Huang Wanzhen noticed that one person was missing. After asking Mrs. Huang, she learned that Zhao Dahua never ate at the table. Huang Wanzhen frowned and ordered Zhao Dahua to eat with everyone first. After they bought the furniture, she could eat separately if she wanted.
Mrs. Huang Dong had long regarded her daughter, who could earn money to support the family, as the head of the family. When she gave the order, Mrs. Huang Dong didn't even raise her head and asked Xiuzhu to go to the kitchen to call Zhao Dahua out.
"No need to send us any. We're already staying at a relative's house. If you send us cloth, people will inevitably talk behind our backs." Huang Wanzhen placed her chopsticks on the bowl. "Our shop will need cloth in the future. I'll directly purchase a batch of cloth from your aunt's dyeing and weaving factory on behalf of the shop. I'll store it in the northwest storage room on the first floor and move it in once the shop is settled."
Song Wenyin rolled her eyes and said, "Okay! Just say you own the shop and I'll be the middleman so I can bargain."
The two hit it off immediately, and after dinner, they went upstairs to discuss the details.
After discussing the business of purchasing fabrics, Song Wenyin suddenly approached Huang Wanzhen.
Huang Wanzhen stretched out a hand to push her, "Why are you so close to me all of a sudden? You scared me!"
"Hey! I heard about the shop across the street. You really can't buy anything there! There's a female ghost in there!"
Huang Wanzhen was startled by this, "What? A female ghost?!"
Song Wenyin nodded seriously, "This matter was even reported in the newspaper! That's why the shop can't be rented out or sold, and it has been closed ever since! And four thousand dollars? I won't buy it for two thousand!"
"Tell me about it!" Now it was Huang Wanzhen's turn to approach Song Wenyin, causing her to smile smugly. "You know what? That shop actually has some similarities to ours. It's a fashionable clothing store."
"The boss wasn't doing his job properly. He went out every night drinking and playing cards. His wife had complained to him many times, but it was no use. One day, the boss went out drinking and playing cards again. His wife was so angry that she sat in the shop sulking. Even after the two employees left, she refused to go home for dinner or close the shop."
"Perhaps she got angrier and angrier the more she thought about it. She left the shop in her bright red cheongsam and shawl, and went to where the boss was playing cards to cause trouble. The boss was in the middle of a card game and got very upset. He punched his wife twice and kicked her out."
"The boss's wife was traumatized. She walked back to the store late at night, half-conscious. Who knew she was followed by a foreigner? Seeing how beautiful she was, the foreigner followed her into the store and raped her." At this point, Song Wenyin gave Huang Wanzhen a look. Huang Wanzhen nodded and gave him an 'understanding' look. "Then what?"
Song Wenyin continued, "After bullying someone, the foreigner left. Somehow, not long after, he returned. When he was about to commit violence, he was blocked by the returning shop owner. The two had an argument and were arrested by the police. Later, it was discovered that the shop owner's wife had died. I heard that her death was very tragic. She was wearing red clothes and had become a fierce ghost. Now she is staying in the shop and won't leave."
Huang Wanzhen clutched her chest and asked, "What happened next? What happened to that foreigner and the deceased's husband?"
Song Wenyin sighed, "This incident caused quite a stir. Initially, the foreigner wasn't punished. Later, it was reported by the Shenbao, Shanghai's largest newspaper. Shenbao was also run by a foreigner and covered the story for several issues. The foreigner originally held a public office, but due to public pressure, he was dismissed, yet received no other punishment. The boss wasn't satisfied and hired a lawyer, but the French consul had the final say in the French Concession's joint trial court, so they naturally sided with the foreigner. The case was lost, and the boss was even beaten by the foreigner."
"A few days after this incident, the owner's seven-year-old child went missing. Sigh! I heard the owner went crazy and disappeared. The shop was sealed off by the Municipal Council."
Huang Wanzhen slammed the table hard, "Damn it!"
"When we open a shop in the future, we need to hire two security guards. It would be best if they could be equipped with guns."
Song Wenyin nodded in agreement, "Yes, at least it can deter people and reduce a lot of trouble."
Huang Wanzhen didn't just want to intimidate him. She was thinking that when she returned to Beijing, she would visit Professor Gao and find a way to get him to take her to more high-level salons.
The two talked for a long time in the studio, but the problem of the shop was still not solved. Song Wenyin suggested going to the Binsha Foreign Trade Company headquarters on the Bund to take a look. "I've been to the Bund. It's less than ten miles away from my aunt's house. It's very prosperous. The Binsha Building there is very tall. Even if we have nothing to do, we should find a chance to go in and take a look. What's more, if there is business looking for them, we should go and take a look."
Huang Wanzhen readily agreed. Since Song Wenyin was accompanied by her bodyguards, a maid, and a driver, they only had one car. Huang Wanzhen couldn't bring Chen Hanfeng with her. After thinking for a moment, she said to Song Wenyin, "Wait for me. I'll go back to the house to change clothes."
Song Wenyin waved her hand and urged her, "Go quickly, go quickly!"
Huang Wanzhen left the studio with a smile and returned to the bedroom on the third floor. She immediately found the Browning she bought in Beijing, tied the holster to the inside of her left leg, inserted the gun into it, shook it with her hand, and found it was quite sturdy, then she hurriedly changed into a dress.
After listening to Song Wenyin's story about the experience of the owner of the fashionable clothing store and his family, Huang Wanzhen's alarm bells were ringing. She thought about finding time to go to the foreign company to buy a few more guns.
The black Ford was driving on the wide road. Huang Wanzhen looked through the glass at the Bund. There were tall buildings everywhere, cars, buses and rickshaws shuttling back and forth. The occasional beeping sound of cars made her feel like she was traveling through time again.
Looking out at the river in the distance, ships are constantly coming and going, and cargo is piled up like mountains, telling the world that this is a hub for international trade.
The car stopped in front of an eight-story building on Zhongshan East Road. The bodyguard got out first and opened the back door. The brown-skinned Indian doorman at the revolving door quickly stepped forward, stretched out his white-gloved hand, and immediately protected the door frame, while his other hand saluted straight.
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