Chapter 12 The Twelfth Day of Not Running Away The twelfth day of not running away...

Chapter 12 The Twelfth Day of Not Running Away The twelfth day of not running away...

Because she was preoccupied with Chen Bozheng's matter, Wen Chan was somewhat distracted when translating for Boss Ye and the others this time.

She knew that the public security situation was bad these days, but she didn't expect the danger to come so quickly.

Chen Bozheng and his group had only been to Shantou twice before they were targeted.

If this happens a few more times, it's hard to guarantee safety. Losing money is secondary; the real danger is the risk to one's life.

These days there aren't even any surveillance cameras, and they're from out of town. If something really happens to them on the road, I'm afraid even finding their bodies would be difficult.

Wen Chan was feeling very uneasy, though she didn't show it on her face. However, the landlady was very observant and noticed that she was in a bad mood. She said to her, "Miss Wen, are you tired? Why don't you go back first and come back later when you sign the contract?"

Boss Ye is currently talking to those two foreign guests alone inside about something that shouldn't be known to others. Wen Chan guesses that they are probably talking about kickbacks or something. This is something that shouldn't be known to others, but there's no need for a translator, since both Chinese and British people can understand Arabic numerals.

Wen Chan smiled. She could tell that the proprietress was easy to get along with and talk to, unlike that Boss Ye who wouldn't do anything without a profit.

"I'm fine, it's just been too hot these past few days."

“You northerners aren’t used to it here,” the landlady said understandingly. “Don’t even mention you, even we couldn’t stand it when we first came here, but we gradually got used to it. On the contrary, we’re not used to it when we go back to our hometown. It’s too cold and dry in the Northwest. Last time we went back to our hometown, my nose bled from the dryness.”

Wen Chan spoke to the landlady in a disjointed manner.

The proprietress seemed to be in a good mood and kept talking to Wen Chan. After a while, she left, and the fat man came over and whispered to Wen Chan, "Sister-in-law, I reckon Boss Ye and his team will make a lot of money from this deal."

Wen Chan leaned against the wall, rubbing her wrist with her hand, and looked at him: "How did you know?"

The fat man touched his nose. "Hey, I'm not stupid. Look how happy Boss Ye and his wife are. I've been benefiting from this these past few days, eating a lot of good food. If it weren't for making a lot of money, why would they be so willing to spend so much?"

The fat man said enviously, "Doing business with foreigners earns you foreign exchange. You could make hundreds of thousands from one deal."

Seeing the fat man's curiosity, Wen Chan casually told him, "They want to find Boss Ye to do OEM clothing exports. This first order can probably earn them over 100,000 yuan. The main thing is that if this can become a long-term business, Boss Ye's Hongxia Garment Factory can use this as a gimmick to cooperate with other companies. If they can become an OEM for big brands, that would be truly a windfall."

The fat man listened, lost in his own fantasy, and swallowed hard. "If only we could be that rich."

“It definitely will in the future,” Wen Chan said to the fat man.

As the two were talking, the office door opened, and Boss Ye, beaming, saw the guests out: "Mr. Jie, Mr. Deng, then it's settled. We'll sign the contract next time we meet, and we can't go back on our word."

Wen Chan straightened up and translated for Boss Ye. The two foreigners kept gesturing "OK," waved to Boss Ye, said goodbye, and left.

The proprietress came back from the restroom and saw the two foreigners leaving with their translator. She rushed over and asked, "How did it go? Did you reach an agreement?"

"It's settled. Those two foreigners even said they'd call back to England to check, but it's just a formality. I estimate we'll receive the call in the next day or two." Boss Ye was beaming with pride. In a great mood, he said to Wen Chan, "Little Wen, thank you for your hard work today. Your translation was excellent. That translator Lin even praised you, saying your English is more fluent than his and he wants your phone number."

Wen Chan raised an eyebrow. "You didn't give it to me, did you?"

Boss Ye put his hands on his hips and said, "What do you mean, 'give'? That translator Lin is a lecherous scoundrel. He asked me to pay him to go out and have fun. A girl as beautiful and capable as you, how could he be worthy of you?"

"You'd better stay away from this scoundrel," the proprietress warned Mr. Ye nervously. "Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Xiao Wen, Xiao Pang, come on, I'll treat you to a big meal tonight," Boss Ye said energetically.

The fat man immediately became interested.

This Mr. Ye has a real palate, and the restaurants he finds are incredibly authentic. The fat man gets along very well with him. "Mr. Ye, what are we eating this time? Let's not have snake soup again."

Boss Ye glared at him, "What, you're a grown man and you're afraid to eat snake soup?"

The fat man said, "I'm not afraid, but my sister-in-law has many dietary restrictions and can't eat this."

When Boss Ye glanced at Wen Chan, Wen Chan shrugged and said, "If you want something else, that's fine too, just give me some plain porridge and side dishes."

“That won’t do. You’ve helped us a lot this time, we can’t let you eat such a meager meal.” The proprietress made the decision. “How about this, let’s go eat free-range chicken.”

The place to eat free-range chicken was quite far away, and it was only because Mr. Ye and his family had a car that it was convenient for them to go there. But I must say, the chicken was really tender and flavorful.

Wenchan's favorite dish these days is poached chicken.

"Hey, Lao Ye, what brings you two here for a meal?" Just as everyone was enjoying their food, a few people walked over.

Wen Chan and the fat man both looked up and saw that the group of people were wearing brightly colored floral shirts and shorts, and each of them had menacing tattoos all over their bodies. It was obvious that they were not good people.

Both Mr. Ye and his wife looked rather unhappy.

Boss Ye put down his chopsticks. "Brother Wen, what a coincidence to run into you here! Let's eat together."

The man called Brother Wen scoffed, "Eating together? That's inappropriate. You, Boss Ye, are about to become rich; how could we possibly be worthy to eat with a big boss like you?"

As he spoke, he placed his left hand on Boss Ye's shoulder, grinning, and turned to look at Wen Chan, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, "This is..."

“This is my sister, she’s married,” the proprietress quickly stood up and said. “She just came from her hometown, we brought her out to broaden her horizons.”

"Sister-in-law has such a beautiful younger sister, why don't you introduce her to me?" Brother Wen looked at Wen Chan with a particularly lewd gaze.

The proprietress laughed and pulled Wen Chan behind her, saying, "What's there to introduce? She's just a country girl. She and her husband are going back to their hometown in a few days."

"Going back already? What a pity. Such a pretty girl, worth a lot of money for one night." Brother Wen even tried to reach out and touch Wen Chan.

Boss Ye slammed his hand on the table, the loud bang drawing everyone's attention.

His face showed some anger. "Brother Wen, what do you mean by that? Now that your reach is so long, you're even extending it into our territory, aren't you?"

The veins on Wen's forehead bulged as he withdrew his hand and pointed at Boss Ye, "You bastard, who are you talking to like that to!"

"Brother Wen, my husband is drunk, please don't take it to heart. It's hot now, Brother Wen, this is just a small token of our appreciation, please have a drink with your brothers."

The proprietress, all smiles, stood up and tried to persuade him, even taking out an unknown amount of money from her bag and stuffing it directly into Brother Wen's hand.

The other party glanced at the money, then raised his eyelids to sized up Boss Ye. "Sister-in-law knows how to handle people. Fine, for your sake, I won't hold it against you, Brother Wen."

He waved to his henchmen behind him, "Let's go. With money to burn, why eat chicken? Let's go eat lobster."

The group left in a large entourage.

The fat man exhaled, his undershirt already soaked with cold sweat.

He glanced back in the direction the group had left and asked in a low voice, "Were those thugs?"

“They’re not thugs, they’re gangsters,” Boss Ye said. “There’s a Mingxuan Garment Factory near our factory, right? These bastards have shares in that factory. They’ve been going against us a lot before. They not only stole our customers, but they also harassed our female employees. If we didn’t have some connections, we would have been completely helpless against them.”

"Hey, Wen Chan, are you alright? We've dragged you into this today." The proprietress looked at Wen Chan with concern.

Wen Chan shook her head, "It's nothing, you didn't do it on purpose. I should thank you for protecting me."

"Don't mention it. Your husband is really thoughtful to leave someone with you." The proprietress remarked, "With the current state of public security, a beautiful girl like you really needs someone with her to be safe."

Boss Ye tapped the table. "Eat, eat. Finish your meal and leave quickly, lest those bastards come back again."

With Boss Ye's matter settled, Fatty and Wen Chan had nothing to do for the next two days. Fatty was carefree, but Wen Chan was worried about Chen Bozheng.

Wen Chan was even more aware of how bad the public security was these days after seeing Wen Ge's group. No matter how capable Chen Bozheng was, he was still just a human being.

If something goes wrong, how can I bear the responsibility?

"Knock knock—" The door had just been knocked on, and before the fat man could even get up, Wen Chan ran out to open it.

The monk, his hand still raised in mid-air and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, stared at Wen Chan in astonishment.

"Monk, why are you back so early?" The fat man chased after him and, seeing the monk, hurriedly invited him in.

The monk said, "If we buy dry food to eat on the train, we'll save time."

He strode in, put his things down, wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked around the yard. "Zheng and Fengzi aren't back yet?"

"He hasn't come back yet," the fat man said, and was about to close the door.

He stuck one hand into the door frame and forced the door open.

The fat man looked up and exclaimed with delight, "Brother Zheng, you're back!"

Chen Bo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "What, who else could it be but me?"

He patted the fat man on the shoulder, "Things are alright at home lately, right?"

The fat man grinned: "What could be wrong? By the way, your wife has been thinking about you these past few days."

"Thinking about me?" Chen Bozheng asked with a mix of surprise and amusement, his dark, bright eyes looking at Wen Chan.

His eyebrows were very dark, his eyelashes were very long, and his features were deep-set, giving him a wild beauty.

Wen Chan rolled her eyes at the fat man, "Stop slandering me, when have I ever been interested in him?"

The fat man joked, "Sister-in-law, if you weren't worried, then why did you run so fast to open the door just now?"

Wen Chan: "..."

Who says men are insensitive? This guy is actually quite meticulous.

She stubbornly insisted, "I was just worried that people would get impatient. Besides, what if it was Boss Ye and his group coming?"

The fat man winked at Chen Bo.

Chen Bo, understanding immediately, brought in his luggage bag and changed the subject, afraid Wen Chan would get angry, "Fengzi hasn't returned yet."

"Yeah, we're just missing him." The fat man closed the door. "Zheng and Shang, you two pack your things and go take a shower. I'll go buy dinner."

Chen Bozheng agreed and was walking past Wen Chan with his luggage bag when he suddenly stopped and reached out his hand to Wen Chan.

Wen Chan looked down in confusion and saw a beautiful brooch in his palm.

The brooch resembled a green leaf made of crushed diamonds, with clear veins and an extremely delicate appearance.

"What do you mean?" Wen Chan's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her chin to ask.

Chen Bozheng: "Didn't you say before that you need a brooch to look good with that uniform? I happened to see a pretty nice one in Guangzhou, so I bought it for you."

Wen Chan's mouth opened slightly: "I can't accept something for nothing. What would I do with you?"

"You don't want it?" Chen Bozheng withdrew his hand. "Fine, then I'll throw it away later."

He strode off, but after a few steps he felt someone pull him back. He turned around and saw Wen Chan with a stern face. "Give it to me."

Chen Bo was handing her the brooch when Wen Chan glared at him, snorted, and turned to leave.

Chen Bozheng was not angry at all; instead, he couldn't help but smile, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.

Looking at Wen Chan's proud neck, like a little swan, he felt that it was all worth it to have gone to several extra places for this brooch.

As soon as Chen Bo turned around, he met the monk's indescribable gaze.

He coughed lightly, "Monk, you take a bath first, I'll take one later."

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