It was already afternoon when they left Xijiao. Wen Liang realized that Si Yajing was so enthusiastic about work that he finally agreed to go home and rest for a night, but he had to go to work tomorrow. Wen Liang reluctantly agreed and carried Tutu, who was already asleep, home. When they arrived downstairs in the community, Wen Liang smiled and said, "Go up quickly, take a shower and have a good sleep."
Si Yajing moved forward a step, gently snuggled in Wen Liang's arms, resting her chin on his shoulder, her cold face pressed tightly against his neck, without saying a word.
He gently stroked her jade back, smelling the unique fragrance of a woman, and whispered, "What's wrong?"
"Am I useless?"
Wen Liang pulled her away, stared into her jade-like sparkling eyes, frowned slightly and said, "Why do you say that?"
"I couldn't even handle the villagers' trouble, and yesterday's negotiations almost went wrong. If you hadn't stepped in at the last minute, it would have probably caused losses to the company... I... I..."
Wen Liang laughed and said, "You, if you want to praise me, just say it directly. Why are you trying to back down in order to gain an advantage? Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you at the headquarters yesterday?"
Si Yajing raised her head, her eyes revealing a desire to know the answer.
"I'm thinking, even if I were sitting in your position, whether I was talking to Hu Lao San politely, or reprimanding that chicken kid righteously, or making sure he got the punishment he deserved, I couldn't do better than you."
Wen Liang's tone was sincere as never before, and combined with his gentle voice, it made people believe it without a doubt: "This is your first time dealing with a crisis. It is already commendable that you have made it this far. You must have confidence in yourself, just as I have confidence in you!"
Tutu kicked his legs dishonestly, his hands were probably a little cold, and he slipped into Si Yajing's collar with ease, and he giggled twice. Wen Liang leaned over and kissed Tutu's little face, and said softly, "Hurry up and go in, don't let the child get cold."
Si Yajing turned around and was about to leave, but couldn't help asking, "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I can't let it go... How are those villagers who caused the trouble?"
"Don't worry, everything is fine. The leaders took the money and went out to have fun. The others couldn't join in the fun, so they dispersed. Looking at your expression, are you afraid that I will arrest them all and beat them up?"
Some were arrested, but they were not beaten severely. Wen Liang knew how to be sensible in what he did. For some people he would pursue them relentlessly, but for others, just giving it a try was enough!
Si Yajing was obviously relieved, but when she looked up, she saw the half-smile on Wen Liang's face. She was anxious and explained, "I'm not doubting you, but I think it's unnecessary to use too harsh methods to deal with such a scoundrel. Just teach them a lesson so that they won't dare to make trouble again. As the saying goes, a son of a wealthy family should not sit in the hall..."
Wen Liang waved his hands and smiled, "Okay, stop flattering me. I'm not a son of a wealthy family. But you're right. We don't need to be too aggressive when dealing with them."
It was obvious at first glance that Hu Laosan and the others were not good people. Si Yajing was not an innocent girl. Wen Liang must have used some secret means to handle this matter overnight. The reason she asked was not out of hypocrisy or pity, nor was she pleading for those villagers and ruffians. She was just afraid that Wen Liang would act on impulse and cause trouble for someone who was not worth it.
Tutu shrank back into her arms. It was too cold to stay outside. Si Yajing looked at Wen Liang's face, but her eyes could not move away. She was even more reluctant to turn around. The heat in her heart was a deep affection that could not be extinguished by the cold wind. She turned around and climbed a few steps, stopped, looked back, and there was a little shyness in her eyes. Wen Liang suddenly understood what she meant, pointed at himself, and said silently: Can I go up too
Si Yajing rolled her eyes at him until the footsteps on the stairs gradually became quieter. Then Wen Liang coughed lightly and followed with a righteous look on his face.
Two hours later, Wen Liang left Si Yajing's house, checked the time and called Zuo Yuxi. He didn't expect that she seemed to have encountered some problems in Yunshui and hadn't gotten away yet. However, Zuo Yuxi didn't say anything and didn't ask much. She was thinking about where to spend the next few days when she received a call from Ding Mei.
Wen Liang hurried all the way home and heard his third aunt's laughter as soon as he opened the door. He had many relatives in his family and they all got along well with each other. However, they were all busy with their own things during the normal holidays and they didn't usually keep in touch except for going back to their grandmother's or grandfather's house to get together during the holidays.
"Xiaoliang is back. I haven't seen him for half a year. He has grown taller."
My third aunt is called Ding Qiu. She used to be a teacher in a township primary school in Yunshui County. After she gave birth to a daughter as her first child, she quit her job in order to have a boy to carry on the family line. She devoted her entire life and youth to her family and children. She was a very kind-hearted person.
"Third Aunt, why are you here today? Where are Jiayi and Jiaming?"
"Jiayi went to her grandmother's house, and Jiaming is being looked after by your uncle at home. Didn't your mother say she wanted to open a store? I came over to see if there's anything I can do to help."
Chen Jiayi is four years younger than Wen Liang and just entered the first grade this year. Jiaming is eight years old and in the second grade. They all eat three meals a day at home. Ding Lan can hardly leave them at all and is tied up at home.
Wen Liang smiled and said, "That's great. If your family is not busy, why not come and open a shop with my mom?"
Ding Mei was sitting on the sofa counting money. It should be Li Shengli who brought her 20,000 yuan. Hearing this, she said without even raising her head, "Do you need me to tell you? I've already thought about it. It's not something that one person can handle alone. I'll ask your third aunt to come and help. Having your own family is always better than hiring outsiders."
This is not necessarily true. Relatives may not be as helpful as outsiders. However, Ding Lan is a good person, and Wen Liang still trusts her. Besides, there is no need to make a big deal about such a small amount of money. Even if he loses it, what's the big deal
"Then why are you calling me back in such a hurry?"
"Do you think I'm willing? I just called your dad to tell him about this, and he told me that it's just a small matter like this, so I can just discuss it with you. I just can't understand why his company's empty talk is a big deal, but my matter is just a small matter?"
Wen Liang laughed and said, "Don't pay attention to him. When your son shows up, even if it was originally smaller than a mosquito, it will immediately become bigger than Mount Tai!"
Ding Lan stared at Wen Liang in amazement. Ding Mei said helplessly with a hint of pride, "See, I wasn't kidding you. This kid is like a different person now. Not only is his personality more cheerful and confident, but even his smile looks like he deserves a beating."
Ding Lan remembered Wen Liang as he was six months ago, polite and reserved, young and immature. He was nowhere near as talkative and carefree as he was today. She couldn't help but say happily, "Well, Qingyi Middle School is indeed a provincial key school. It seems that Xiaoliang has learned a lot and his grades have improved. I heard from your mom that he even got first place in the grade once?"
After a few more pleasantries, Wen Liang began to give Ding Mei advice on everything from store location to decoration style, from purchasing channels to publicity and promotion. He spoke very clearly and not only did Ding Mei's ears open, but Ding Lan was also so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.
After some persuasion, Ding Mei was very optimistic about the business of the clothing store, and Ding Lan also made up her mind to work with Ding Mei. Ding Lan's husband was called Chen Ke, an ordinary worker. The family of four depended on his salary. They used to make ends meet, but now the children are grown up, and schooling alone is not a small expense. So Ding Lan wanted to go out to work again, and Ding Mei also wanted to help her, so she asked her to come from her hometown. Sure enough, they hit it off!
The next day, Ding Mei and Ding Lan went to Songlan Garment City to pay the deposit and choose a shop. Wen Liang followed them because he was worried that they had no experience and were bored, so he went with them. After running around for a whole morning, they finally found a shop on the second floor, facing east. The orientation and area were good, and the three of them were very satisfied.
They had a hard time coming up with a name and each of them proposed no less than thirty names, but they were all discarded because it was difficult to agree on one. In the end, it was Wen Liang who made the final decision. Because the clothing store is aimed at people with a certain economic level and is positioned in the middle to high-end range, the name should have a foreign flavor to better suit the current consumer psychology, so it was named Bi Ya Si Yi She.
Wen Liang thought that today's itinerary was over, but he didn't expect that Ding Mei and Ding Lan would discuss and decide to take a bus to Guanshan to visit Yuquan Clothing City to see what kind of clothes are popular this spring and broaden their horizons and aesthetics. Wen Liang had a headache and said, "It's time to hurry up. If you go now, how are you going to get back in the evening?"
"If you can't come back, you can just find a hotel to stay for a night. Do you really think your mother is a bumpkin who has never been anywhere?"
Although Wen Huaiming had never been successful in the past, his position in the Policy Research Office always gave him many opportunities to go out for inspection and study. Ding Mei naturally went with him to many places. To be honest, he was one of the few relatives and friends who had seen the world.
"It's not safe for you two, so let's do this," Wen Liang saw that he couldn't discourage their enthusiasm for starting a business, so he had to settle for the next best thing and said, "I'll borrow a car from a friend and a driver to take you there."
Soon a Fukang stopped in front of the three people. Liu Tianlai got out of the passenger seat. Ding Mei said embarrassedly, "Director Liu, I'm really sorry to bother you. If I had known that Wen Liang was calling you, I wouldn't have let him mess around."
"Sister-in-law, your words are too polite. Why don't you dare take the car arranged by me, Old Liu? Did Secretary Wen say a lot of bad things about me, Old Liu, at home?"
Ding Mei had not had much dealings with Liu Tianlai, and she didn't think he was very close to Wen Huaiming. But when she heard his words, she could sense a different kind of enthusiasm and familiarity, which was really strange.
In fact, she didn't know that all this was because of Wen Liang. She thanked him a few words and got in the car with Ding Lan. The driver was a man in his thirties who looked quite honest. Liu Tianlai told him to be careful, and then he and Wen Liang watched the car leave.
"Master Wen, it's done!"
Liu Tianlai whispered, unable to hide his joy. What he said was certainly not a trivial matter like borrowing a car! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)