"How do you know that?"
Jiang Zhilan was very surprised. No one except her and Sister Fang should know about the harassment by the square-faced man. Wen Liang had not been heard from for several months since the last time they met. Where did he get the news
Could it be that he was secretly caring about me
Jiang Zhilan was absent-minded for a moment, and Wen Liang said softly, "I met two people today. They happened to be working in Pan Mingliang's company. When they were chatting, they let slip that they mentioned Jiang's. I guess you are the only one in Gongti..."
"Pan Mingliang? Oh, I know, it's that person." Jiang Zhilan remembered that when she threw the business card, she seemed to inadvertently see the word "Pan" on it. It turned out that his name was Pan Mingliang.
The name only flashed through her mind without leaving any trace. She lowered her head and told what had happened during this period. Wen Liang's eyes flickered, and a slight sneer appeared on his lips. He said, "Oh, so impressive, rich people are really amazing."
Jiang Zhilan recalled the threats Pan Mingliang made when he left. The bitterness in her eyes was clearly visible. She asked, "Am I causing trouble again?"
"What kind of trouble is this?" Wen Liang hurriedly consoled him, "He's just the boss of a small fast food chain. It's no big deal."
"Fast food restaurant? Qinghe soy milk?"
Wen Liang didn't know whether he should be proud of Qinghe's popularity or shed tears for being implicated. He coughed dryly and said, "Qinghe is a serious business. This store is called Kuaiyouduo International. It just entered Qingzhou not long ago..."
"Oh, I know about this. Not long ago, my daughter told me that a store opened opposite their school. It seems to be competing with Qinghe Soy Milk..."
This is the insidiousness of Pan Mingliang, or Lu Xinyan. They deliberately opened a store near Qinghe, showing off their competitive spirit, using similar logos and undifferentiated menus. With the help of the good reputation that Qinghe has built in Qingzhou over the past year, they achieved a certain publicity effect and brand awareness at the lowest cost and in the shortest time. Even Jiang Zhilan, who seldom eats out all year round, knows about Kuaiyouduo when Qinghe is mentioned, which shows how great its influence is.
Jiang Zhilan suddenly became nervous. She was not a farm woman who knew nothing. Since Kuai Youduo could go against Qinghe Soy Milk like this, he must be rich and powerful, and the kind of rich and powerful who did not follow the rules and had no regulations. He was definitely not the ordinary small boss that Wen Liang mentioned lightly.
However, Jiang Zhilan also understood that Wen Liang said this to reassure her. Compared with this kindness, Pan Mingliang's threat was nothing.
She raised her head, tried to make her voice sound calmer, and said with a smile: "Well, I just ignore him."
Wen Liang could of course see that Jiang Zhilan was nervous, but he still didn't dare tell her that the person standing behind Kuai Youduo was Gu Shitong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly - you are a small gangster, if you say you don't care about Pan Mingliang, that's because you are not afraid of people with shoes even if you are barefoot. But if you say you don't take Gu Shitong seriously, isn't that a huge joke
"Sister-in-law, don't worry. What kind of place is this? This is Qingzhou. I dare not tell the officials, but these business guys, the richer they are, the more afraid of death they are. As long as our boss is here, they have to coil when a dragon comes and lie down when a tiger comes! I have inquired about it. Pan Mingliang's connections are all in Lingnan. He is a straw bag. Let alone a dragon or a tiger, he is not even a dog. Not forcing him to kneel down to find food is already considered a warm hospitality of the people of Qingzhou. How dare he bully my sister-in-law? Damn it, give him two guts!"
Wen Liang thought about it and decided that he could only play the role of a gangster for the time being, because if he revealed his identity at this time, Jiang Zhilan would not believe him, and would instead misunderstand it as a lie to deceive her. It would be better to make the best of a bad situation and pretend to be calm before making any other plans.
Dealing with the fast and numerous ones is not a matter of one day or one night, but teaching Pan Hanliang a lesson is the most urgent task. With the temperament of that lecher, and relying on Gu Shitong as a backer, he might do something stupid when he drinks too much one day. Wen Liang can't stay in Qingzhou all the time. If he really does something regretful, what's the point of peeling his skin off
Jiang Zhilan stared blankly at Wen Liang who suddenly became heroic. She had been in Workers' Stadium for so many years, she knew how the Qingzhou gangsters usually spoke and acted, but Wen Liang's temperament revealed an unspeakable indifference and calmness, and the tenderness in his deep eyes often gave her an illusion that the person in front of her was not one of those gangsters who chased people around the streets with steel pipes and proved their existence by being brave and fierce, but a superior person from another world with cultural background and profound cultivation. Although he looked close, in fact, there was a distance between them that could not be reached in a lifetime.
But this occasional outburst, mixed with swear words, made her feel clearly that Wen Liang was still the gangster who had held Niu Guifang and Sun Mazi at knifepoint when they first met. There might be many differences between the two, but at least the difference in status was not so despairing.
Jiang Zhilan's body trembled slightly. She didn't know why she thought of this. She quickly shook her head to drive away the distracting thoughts in her mind. She even made a rare joke and said, "Who was being chased just now..."
Wen Liang had forgotten about this. He was so thick-skinned that he smiled and said, "Well, that was an internal struggle. You can't compare it. You can't compare it."
Jiang Zhilan burst into laughter, her face blooming like a peach blossom, showing countless charms. In more than ten years, this was the only time she smiled so brightly and carefreely.
Wen Liang originally felt that Jiang Zhilan's life was too hard and too tiring. She was depressed and unhappy, and would get sick sooner or later. If he could make her happy, it would mean that what he had said tonight was not in vain.
"Pan Mingliang is a small matter, leave it to me. Sister-in-law, I actually have another matter that I want to discuss with you. Regarding the Qinghe soy milk I mentioned earlier, I have a friend who works at their headquarters. It seems that the company is collecting secret recipes and methods of various folk diets recently. I think the spicy soup you make is more in line with the tastes of people along the coast. Not only is the material authentic, but it is also very personal. It is a delicacy that cannot be made by other families no matter what. How about I introduce that friend to you?"
Jiang Zhilan exclaimed, "Can I do it?"
"Okay, why not? But Qinghe will usually buy out your secret recipe directly, which means you can't make this kind of spicy soup anymore from now on." Wen Liang was afraid that she would find it difficult to give it up, so he said, "If you don't want to sell it all at once, you can also discuss with my friend to see how to cooperate so that both of us can benefit..."
Jiang Zhilan was silent, looked at Wen Liang, and said, "You tell me what to do, I'll listen to you." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)