After teaching the two of them a lesson, Steward Zhang took Wen Qing's arm and pulled her into the room.

"You've just been pushed, are you okay?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "I'm fine." It's them, and it looks like they often have problems. ”

Steward Zhang sighed lightly: "Yes, there are few people in the town now, and there is no one from above, so I can only let them continue to work here." ”

Wen Qing frowned lightly and said, "Why don't you consider other options?" For example, ask some people to move around the door to attract the attention of passers-by. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"I heard my father say that Baisha Town is the only way to enter Huayun City. Such an artery, even if it is not prosperous, should have many passing merchants settle down. If the dyeing shop had become famous and had become a feature of the town, maybe the business would have been better, and there would have been no need for a janitor, as long as someone performed all day long. ”

Steward Zhang was stunned for a while, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses, and her eyes were full of brilliance, but soon, she remembered a very realistic thing - "The price of such a performance must not be low, right?" ”

Wen Qing was stunned.

She originally said it casually, after all, she had been a teacher, and the teacher had seen and understood a lot, and the inspiration in her head was countless. This inspiration that popped up at any time made Steward Zhang very happy, and she felt as if she had found a treasure.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said, "Not necessarily, there will always be people in the town who know some skills, we only invite them, and we can also promote them on their behalf." ”

Steward Zhang didn't understand much, but she knew that it must be a good idea!

She rubbed her palms, and even her expression brightened, "I'll think about it these days, maybe your idea will make our dyeing workshop famous." ”

Wen Qing smiled and went into the house to change clothes.

When she came out again, Steward Zhang was still waiting for her, they were wearing the same gray robe, Wen Qing felt a little strange, asked two questions, and got this answer: "We have a chief steward above, he will lead us stewards, and we will be in charge of the dyers below." “

Wen Qing didn't understand, "But what does this have to do with us wearing robes?" ”

"Don't worry, I'll tell you. In addition to our two stewards, there is also a steward, he is a person from Huayun City, although he is not longer than me in the dyeing workshop, but he has half of the rights in the dyeing workshop. Therefore, even the clothes worn by the steward were set by him. ”

"No wonder we're wearing robes, that's why."

Steward Zhang's eyes showed a hint of gloom, "I brought you in precisely because of this." ”

She also said: "Lady Wen, come with me to pull him and the chief steward from their positions, and I will allow you a rich life in the future." ”

This is actually expected by Wenqing, and it is unexpected by Wenqing.

The steward who can mix with the dyeing workshop is somewhat ambitious. And women are no less ambitious than men, they can just be willing to wash their hands and make soup for the man they love. But once women don't have to rely on men, they can carve out their own world in the workplace.

Wen Qing is considered to be a person who has mixed in middle school and so on among his college classmates, many of them are prosperous in the business world, and some people have become associate professors of key universities, and those who are mixed in middle and upper middle schools are already principals of public primary schools.

Only she and Jiang Zhengsi are still in an embarrassing situation.

Jiang Zhengsi is her classmate in college, not to mention the school grass, at least he is also a grass-like figure. He plays basketball well, writes well, has clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, and his grades are always among the best in the department.

But Jiang Zhengsi didn't.

He also said at the time, "I won't leave Wenqing." Her hometown is not in this city, so I will go back to work with her in the future. ”

Speaking is better than singing.

Wen Qing thought about it, she and Jiang Zhengsi got along in their junior year. She missed a year of study because she stayed in the hospital for a year, so when she returned to school, the principal asked her to study for an extra year as a sophomore, so she was assigned to Jiang Zhengsi's class.

At first, they didn't know each other, but later she learned that Jiang Zhengsi knew her because she saw her mother's Cadillac send her to school.

After many understandings, Jiang Zhengsi also knew that she had lived in the hospital for a year, and the nursing fee for a year's VIP ward was as high as more than one million, but Wenqing's mother paid it without changing her face. What does this mean?

Jiang Zhengsi was holding his little girlfriend at that time and said, "...... Don't be afraid, when I get all the money from Wenqing, I will share it with her, and then we will go to Yunnan to live the life you want. ”

Wen Qing, who was standing outside the door, felt that he was stupid.

has been caught = raped in bed once, and she also came to send chicken soup to Jiang Zhengsi because of Mrs. Jiang's persuasion, but when she heard such a thing, she was angry. But looking back, she didn't really lose anything.

The first kiss is gone.

First love, it is regarded as being gnawed by a dog.

First ...... If it was in ancient times, she would be gone, but in modern times, Jiang Zhengsi didn't dare to touch her at all.

He thought that Wen Qing had a shadow, so he kicked him under the bed directly. After kicking three or four times, Jiang Zhengsi died down, Wen Qing thought he could bear it, but he didn't expect to get the certificate that day, and in the afternoon, he saw Jiang Zhengsi and Fu Annie rolling on her big bed, and Fu Annie was still wearing the wedding dress she was going to wear at the wedding banquet tomorrow.

The wedding of the century, which is claimed to be the one that Jiang Zhengsi spent the most effort on for a lifetime, is gone.

Wen Qing didn't feel sorry for Jiang Zhengsi's money, she felt that he deserved it.

She felt sorry for her mother's money, and the hand-set diamond wedding dress that was flown in from Paris cost no less than 300,000 US dollars.

But Wen Qing thought about it again, it wasn't her money, it wasn't her mother's money, it was all the money of a rich man named her stepfather, and there was nothing to regret.

What happened next? Wen Qing tried hard to recall-

Oh, Mrs. Jiang refused to divorce Jiang Zhengsi. Originally, Wen Qingken agreed to marry Jiang Zhengsi, and most of the reason was because of that lovely old lady.

The old lady has a heart condition, Jiang Zhengsi said that she has a few years to live, and hopes that in the old lady's lifetime, she can see her son get married.

Fart!

Jiang Zhengsi is an unfilial son, and his words with Fu Annie can be summed up in just a few sentences - my mother must be hanging, and in the end, I will loot Wen Qing for a ruthless sum of money, leave tens of thousands of dollars for my mother to buy an urn, and I will take you to the waves with the rest of the money!

Then the two of them began to roll the sheets non-stop.

Wen Qing slept next door, the sound of them calling = bed woke her up countless times, the chicken soup in her hand was cold, it was dark, and she was finally reluctant to leave.

But before leaving, she did a good deed.

When Jiang Zhengsi shouted "Baby, I'm coming", she kicked the door open, smashed the cold and greasy chicken soup on Jiang Zhengsi's white and tender little body, and then smiled evilly.

"Jiang Zhengsi, look here!"

Jiang Zhengsi twitched, unable to believe what had just happened to him, and Fu Annie in his arms called out first: "Sisi, didn't you say that she wasn't at home?" ”

"How do I know when she's coming!"

With a "click", Wen Qing hooked her lips, compared a V to her 20 million pixel mobile phone, and said in the tone of Fu Annie just now: "Baby, you are amazing!" You're amazing! ”

Jiang Zhengsi immediately turned over and got out of bed, wanting to snatch Wen Qing's mobile phone.

"Jiang Zhengsi!"

A loud shout stopped him.

Wen Qing said coldly: "If you don't want me to post this photo to the circle of friends, you can persuade your mother and let her agree to our divorce." ”

"Sisi!"

Fu Annie has been waiting for a long time today, no matter how poor she is, she is also the daughter of the head of the department, marrying her, there will be a quota for studying abroad on public assignment, and there will be a quota for staying in school to teach, which is better than Jiang Zhengsi's life of selling labor in a foreign company now.

Jiang Zhengsi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! You name it! ”

Wen Qing turned around in a dashing manner, and never returned to the home full of their disgusting smell. She rented a small house outside, 30 square meters was enough, and she was close to work every day, but the students found that her energy in class was not as good as before.

At that time, Wen Qing was thinking that it would be good if she could cross immediately, she didn't want to see Jiang Zhengsi and Fu Annie in the short term.

But there were still three months before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The old lady didn't know how she knew about Jiang Zhengsi's ugly things, so she dragged Jiang Zhengsi to her office and asked Jiang Zhengsi to kneel down and apologize to her.

As soon as Wen Qing wanted to say no, Jiang Zhengsi knelt down very simply. Then, the old lady also knelt down and said earnestly: "Wenqing, Zhengsi knows that he is wrong, you can forgive him." One day husband and wife, not to mention that you have just gotten married, I haven't seen my grandson yet, and I don't want you black-haired people to send me white-haired people! ”

At the end of class, the office was full of teachers and students looking inside.

Wen Qing couldn't get down the steps, but what was even more chilling to her was the attitude of Mrs. Jiang.

didn't mention what bad things his son had done.

Looking back now, Wen Qing still lamented that she was too stupid at that time, and Mrs. Jiang's kindness to her was just a relationship of interest. Even her father and mother couldn't bear to leave her and go their separate ways, and she was still looking forward to Mrs. Jiang's vain love?

Naive!

No matter how good a daughter-in-law is, can she be better than her son?

Not to mention that Jiang Zhengsi was brought up by Mrs. Jiang alone since he was a child.

Wen Qing came back to her senses indifferently, until the moment of crossing, she did not succeed in divorcing Jiang Zhengsi. In court, Jiang Zhengwei tried his best to prove that their relationship between husband and wife had not broken down, and the judge let him get his wish.

"Jiang Zhengsi, if you want my money, then forget it. My monthly salary is three thousand five thousand, and my mother's side has already stopped paying for my living expenses, and you can't get anything. Divorce me, it's good for you and me. ”

Jiang Zhengsi looked at her with red eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Wen Qing, I'm not here for your money now, let's live a good life, okay?" ”

Wen Qing turned his head, "I'm sorry, I have a dual cleanliness habit, both physical and psychological, and I don't want things that have been used by others." ”

But since then, Jiang Zhengsi began to pester her, sending roses and chocolates to and from work. These things were not rare in Wenqing six years ago, and Wenqing will not be rare in six years.

“…… Wen Niangzi! What happened to you? ”

Steward Zhang found that after she said that, Wen Qing fell into silence for a while, she thought that she should not be scaring Wen Qing, and was about to explain it well, Wen Qing raised her eyes and smiled lightly: "Steward Zhang, can you let me think about it for a few days?" ”

Steward Zhang nodded briskly, "Naturally." If you think about it, come and sue me, anyway, you have to follow me these days to familiarize yourself with affairs. Okay, I'm going to take you through the dye shop. ”

After spending the morning familiarizing himself with the layout and work of the entire dyeing workshop, after lunch, Steward Zhang went directly to the topic, "Do you know how to read the account books?" If so, help me reconcile these accounts, and send them to the bookkeeper in two hours. If you don't know how to read the ledger, then help me run to the ready-to-wear store, the color they want has not been delivered, but the dyer is already in a hurry to work. ”