Lin Zexin, Ling Xue, Hongying and others continued to work in Jixiangtang, and Huang Wanzhen only took Xiuzhu away.
After settling the business in Shanghai, Huang Wanzhen packed her luggage and prepared to return to Beijing with Song Wenyin to manage the business.
If there was one thing Huang Wanzhen was most reluctant to leave, it would be Jixiangtang in Beiping. She was like Huang Wanzhen's child. From nothing to something, from small to big, it was Huang Wanzhen who took care of it day and night, and it developed to its current size.
But Huang Wanzhen had no control over the war. Instead of letting the weapons be abducted by the Japanese, it would be better to sell them now, take some money out of the Japanese's pockets, and buy more bullets later before returning them.
Huang Wanzhen was anxious to return to Beijing, and despite Song Wenyin's objections, she bought a train ticket for that evening.
After getting on the train and lying on the berth, Song Wenyin was still teasing Huang Wanzhen, "Why are you acting like a fool who's anxious to get married? What are you doing in such a hurry? Could it be that Jixiangtang can still escape?"
Huang Wanzhen's muffled voice came from under the quilt, "Well, I'm afraid it will run away."
Song Wenyin sat up suddenly and looked at Huang Wanzhen's bed in surprise. "What's wrong with you? Are you crying?" This really shocked Song Wenyin. She had known Huang Wanzhen for half her life and had overcome so many difficulties and endured so many setbacks. She had never seen her cry.
"No, I just have a stuffy nose." Huang Wanzhen thought she might be feeling homesick and her eyes were burning with fear, but she didn't care about her reputation. How could she let Song Wenyin, a big mouth, know about this?
"Oh!" Song Wenyin thought it was impossible! Who was Huang Wanzhen? She was someone who couldn't be defeated or tired to death. She hadn't even cried yet, so how could Huang Wanzhen possibly cry?!
Huang Wanzhen lay awake all night, wondering if she should leave the Jixiangtang in Peking. If the Japanese hadn't entered the city, perhaps the place wouldn't have been robbed. Then, a voice in her heart said, "No, I can't be so optimistic. If I exchange it for gold bars, I can reopen it anytime. But if the Japanese really took a fancy to it, it would be like throwing meat buns at a dog, and there would be no return."
Huang Wanzhen already had the answer in her mind, but she was still upset all night. The next day, she went to the restaurant for coffee with dark circles under her eyes. Song Wenyin even laughed at her, "Hey! I told you to leave during the day, but you refused to listen. You tossed and turned all night, didn't you sleep well?"
"Ah! It really proves the old saying that if you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences."
Huang Wanzhen ignored her, drooped her eyelids, and drank coffee one sip after another.
Song Wenyin couldn't bear it any longer and snatched the white porcelain coffee cup from her hand. "Don't drink the coffee. If you're sleepy, go lie down for a while. Why are you working so hard on the train? Take a break."
After taking a train for three or four days, Huang Wanzhen arrived in Peking carrying a suitcase, looking tired.
In the past, when Huang Wanzhen took the train back to Peking with Song Wenyin, someone from the Song family would drive to pick her up, and she could also get a ride, but this time, there was no such thing.
Song Wenyin didn't even go home. She and Huang Wanzhen rented two taxis, one for the bodyguard and Huang Dachui, and one for Song Wenyin, Huang Wanzhen and Xiuzhu, and went directly to Jixiangtang.
In the car, Huang Wanzhen glanced at Song Wenyin, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your family?"
Song Wenyin pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "No, I just don't come back often. My grandparents are both dead, and my mom doesn't stay in Peking all the time anymore. She goes to Shanghai from time to time. We see each other often, so I don't miss her that much."
Huang Wanzhen held her hand distressedly and said, "Why don't you come with me to the United States to relax and study abroad? I can help you review."
Song Wenyin pretended not to care and smiled, "Actually, I envy you."
Huang Wanzhen, who had just been feeling sorry for Song Wenyin, immediately retorted after hearing her say this, "What are you envious of me for? Envy that I don't have a good family? Envy that I have a hard life? You really don't know how to appreciate what you have, and you only envy what you don't have!"
As the two chattered, the car stopped outside Jixiang Hall.
The car door opened and Huang Wanzhen got out of the car carrying her suitcase. When she looked up, she saw the three big words "Jixiangtang" in gold on a black background.
"Bang!" Inside the door, a tray of soap that Xiao Shitou was carrying fell to the ground. He ignored it and rushed out of the main door of Jixiang Hall, shouting, "Boss Huang is back!"
When she saw Song Wenyin coming out of another car door, she shouted again, "Boss Song is back!"
Then Xiuzhu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, got out. Little Shitou acted like a reporter, announcing everyone he saw, "Manager Xiuzhu is back!"
The three shouts stirred up a thousand waves. In the blink of an eye, Gao Zhixiang, Li Chunhua, Xiaoqi, Xiaoyan and others blocked the door. Huang Wanzhen waved at them and said with a smile, "You're back. Don't block the door. Let's go in and talk."
The backyard of Pigeon Alley had been empty. Li Chunhua hurried in and began to clean it up. Huang Wanzhen looked around and said with a smile, "It's quite clean!"
Song Wenyin casually lifted the white cloth on the chair and sat on it. "I come back occasionally and stay here."
The employees of Jixiangtang were very efficient. Not long after, Song Ying from Huamei Clothing and Xiulan from the Technical Girls' School also hurried over.
Huang Wanzhen saw that it was lunchtime, so she asked Huang Dachui to go to Dexing Building to book two tables, and everyone gathered together to have a meal.
Huang Wanzhen looked at everyone's smiling faces and could not bring herself to say that she would sell out Jixiangtang. She just chatted with everyone for a long time and rested for a night. The next day, Huang Wanzhen checked the business accounts of the past few years.
Gao Zhixiang and Xiulan mailed a report to Huang Wanzhen and paid her money every quarter. Xiulan was definitely loyal to Huang Wanzhen, and there was nothing wrong with Gao Zhixiang's accounts.
After reviewing the account books, Huang Wanzhen and Song Wenyin called Gao Zhixiang and Xiulan to the backyard and told them about the sale of the company. "We're not selling the Women's Workers' School, only the Buteford Company. We've already agreed with the buyer, and the store employees won't be moved."
Gao Zhixiang and Xiulan looked at each other and saw worries about the future in each other's eyes.
Huang Wanzhen also noticed this and suggested, "I opened a company in the United States. This time I'm just back temporarily to manage the business. You can come with me to the United States to work."
Gao Zhixiang lowered his head in silence. Xiulan glanced at him worriedly. Huang Wanzhen raised her eyebrows when she saw this and said to Gao Zhixiang, "You can think about it for two days before giving me an answer."
After saying that, Huang Wanzhen turned to Xiulan and said, "Come in with me."
Huang Wanzhen walked in front, followed by Xiulan. They entered the east room one after the other. Huang Wanzhen sat down on a chair and pointed to the chair next to her and said to Xiulan, "Sit down, let's chat."
Xiulan called out softly, "Second Miss."
Huang Wanzhen sighed deeply, "Sit down, you didn't do anything wrong, why are you standing there?! You act like you're being punished."
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