Wen Lan couldn't understand why Xie Yansheng appeared at this time, but he was afraid that his colleagues would see the joke, so he still took the initiative to meet him.

"What are you doing?" She glared at Xie Yansheng fiercely.

"Come and see you." Xie Yansheng held an unlit cigarette in his hand, his eyes fixed on her.

"Now that I see it, let's go." She pouted with a tense face.

She was about to leave Jiangcheng, and she didn't want to let Xie Yansheng bring unnecessary trouble to herself.

Xie Yansheng's eyes were urgent and burning when he looked at her, as if it would be difficult for her to see each other again after she left.

"I'm going to go to security soon, so I'm not going to talk to you." She was about to turn around when Xie Yan called out her name.

As soon as she was stunned, Xie Yansheng stuffed a bank card in her palm.

"What do you mean?" Only then did she see that it was a black card.

"You've been complaining all day long that I'm spending a lot of money on women outside, and now I'm giving you one so I can gag you." Xie Yansheng's lazy voice revealed undisguised pampering.

She passed the card mockingly, "Thank you, haven't you caused me enough trouble? Please, don't block me anymore!"

"Take it, this is what I owe you when you were Mrs. Xie." Xie Yansheng let out a helpless chuckle deep in his throat.

Hearing this, she felt uncomfortable.

What is this, what's the point of sending a black card after you're divorced?

"Take it, I won't want it even if I die poor—" Before she finished speaking, the sound of Xie Yan had disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Although it was a thin card, she felt that it weighed a thousand pounds.

Her hand holding the card landed lightly on her lower abdomen, and her eyes turned red.

If An Zhen and the Xie family know about this card, there will definitely be another incident, and they will return it to him next time they see Xie Yansheng.

She put the card in the mezzanine of her handbag and gathered her emotions to queue up to go to the security check.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Lan's flight landed in Lincheng.

Lincheng is a second-tier city that has only been ranked in the past two years, but there is still a slight gap compared with the old second-tier city in Jiangcheng.

TT's studio here was originally a high-end leisure club, and the decoration is very luxurious.

After the club surrendered the lease due to losses, Zhou Qiao took a fancy to it, found a professional designer to open up the wall, and made a few major changes to become a women's haute couture studio.

The second and third floors were originally private rooms, and no major changes were made.

Out of consideration for the health of employees, Zhou Qiao selected a Western European brand known for its zero formaldehyde for all decoration panels.

Last week, I found a professional indoor pollution measurement agency and tested all the rooms in the studio, and all the data came up to meet the standards, so Zhou Qiao came up with the idea of opening early.

There were Xiao Li and three women's clothing designers who came over with Wen Lan, and there were seven sets of staff dormitories on the third floor.

The usable area is only fifty or sixty square meters, one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, although the sparrow is small, Wen Lan feels very good.

After packing up his luggage and cleaning up briefly, Wen Lan turned on his laptop and deployed tomorrow's recruitment.

The day before yesterday, Zhou Qiao posted information on the recruitment of the front desk, shopping guide, cleaning, chef and security guard on the Internet, and Wen Lan had already seen 100 application information in the background.

She is ready to complete the recruitment of all personnel before Zhou Qiao comes over the day after tomorrow.

The requirements for cleaning, security and chefs are not high, the key is the front desk and shopping guide, not only young and beautiful, but also sweet and able to figure out the psychology of customers.

When she read everyone's resumes, she circled more than 20 lists and sent them to Xiao Li, asking Xiao Li to call them to come for an interview at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Zhou Qiao meant to recruit sixteen employees in the initial stage, but Wen Lan was only ready to recruit ten in line with the idea of saving costs.

Because before coming to the city, Zhou Qiao had already said that he would give her all the authority, including finance and personnel, and that she would independently calculate profits and losses every month.

Zhou Qiao trusts her so much, she can't let Zhou Qiao lose money!

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On the computer, she felt hungry, picked up her phone and prepared to buy something to eat nearby.

There were several WeChat messages on her mobile phone, asking her if she had arrived in Lincheng.

She didn't reply, clutching her phone and going downstairs.

Walking out of the luxurious glass revolving door of the studio, Wen Lan found that it was completely dark outside.

Because it is the center of the city, the pedestrian street where the studio is located is full of luxury brands, and there are only two very high-end Western restaurants and a time-honored Chinese restaurant, and there is no small restaurant that Wen Lan is looking for.

Wen Lan wanted to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment as soon as possible and wander around the neighborhood.

After crossing two streets, she came to a snack street full of roadside stalls, and the shouts of small traders and vendors mingled with the aroma of various meals, which made her instantly interested.

found a clean stall, ordered fresh meat wontons and xiao long bao, and when she saw the fiery red chili oil on the dinner table, her gluttony was immediately hooked out!

Scooping a spoonful of chili oil into the wonton bowl, she ate it very happily and enjoyably.

She remembered the old saying "sour and spicy girl" again, and silently calculated the gestational age of the little thing in her abdomen, and when the studio officially opened, it was time for her to go for a prenatal checkup.

Originally, I wanted to set the prenatal examination in the hospital where Fang Yulian was, but now that I have left Jiangcheng, I can only set the hospital for the baby's regular prenatal examination in Lincheng in the future.

She looked it up on her mobile phone, and the best reputation was the Lincheng Maternal and Child Health Hospital and a private maternity hospital called "Anbeiqin".

Compared and compared, it can be said that each has its own merits, and she can't decide which one to choose for a while.

She also had a selfish intention, she wanted to know the baby's gender in advance, so she dialed Fang Yulian's phone after thinking about it.

Fang Yulian said that "Anbeiqin" is a Sino-foreign joint venture maternity hospital, and its hardware and software are more than one and a half stars stronger than that of Lincheng Maternal and Child Health Hospital, and special attention is paid to protecting the privacy of mothers.

Only then did Wen Lan firm up the idea of going to "Amber Pro" for prenatal checkup.

Maybe Zhou Qiao gave her too much power, and before dawn the next morning, she got up to prepare for the morning interview.

Before the chef arrived, Xiao Li cooked more than a dozen white water eggs for everyone, heated a few cartons of milk, and made a breakfast.

The three designers sent by Zhou Qiao all have a strong sense of responsibility, and after breakfast, they went to the exhibition hall on the first floor to clean up and set up tables and chairs.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the interview officially began.

The security guards and cleaners who interviewed first, Wen Lan quickly settled on two middle-aged aunts who were nimble, and Xiao Li beckoned them to sign the employment contract on the spot.

There were four security guards who were notified to come for the interview, and Wen Lan was only going to keep two, and one of them, the black and thin uncle, was very clever and kept glancing at Wen Lan.

Wen Lan guessed that he had something to say, and did not announce the results of the security guard's stay for the time being, saying that he would go outside to take a breath.

The tall and thin uncle quickly followed and said flatteringly, "Mr. Wen, as long as you leave me, I will tell you a secret related to Mr. Wen's ex-husband—"