Chapter 14 The Fourteenth Day of Not Running Away The Fourteenth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 14 The Fourteenth Day of Not Running Away The Fourteenth Day of Not Running Away...

Wen Chan ate with Fatty before going back.

The fat man had a good appetite as always, but Wen Chan lost her appetite after a few bites.

She found herself feeling unhappy at all.

When they got back, Chen Bozheng and the others were no longer at home. They left a note saying that they had gone out to sell treasury bonds and would be back after they sold them all, and that they would have dinner together later.

The fat man looked at the note and let out a burp: "Sister-in-law, why don't you shake hands and make peace with Brother Zheng? We're all family, why get angry over such a small thing?"

"Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing." Wen Chan wasn't going to let it go so easily; she was never one to hold a grudge.

The fat man shrugged helplessly.

Aunt Sun from next door came over and knocked on the door. Wen Chan and Fatty turned around and saw Aunt Sun say to Wen Chan, "Little Wen, someone called for you, come quickly."

Wen Chan only left Aunt Sun's phone number with Mr. and Mrs. Ye. Needless to say, the call must have come from Mr. and Mrs. Ye.

When I got there, I picked up the phone and sure enough, it was them.

The landlady sounded cheerful on the other end of the phone, saying with a smile, "Xiao Wen, if you're free this afternoon, come over and help us translate the contract. We'll settle the payment with you while we're at it."

This was the only good news in the past two days. Wen Chan said with a smile, "Boss lady, congratulations! You've really struck it rich this time."

"Not at all, let's all get rich together." The proprietress's cheerful laughter came from the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone and checking the weather, Wen Chan told Fatty that she would go by herself.

The fat man stubbornly refused, quickly standing up: "I'll go with you. If anything happens to you, Brother Zheng will chop my head off."

Wen Chan's lips twitched. "That's quite an exaggeration. Fine, if you want to leave, then leave."

Mr. Ye and his wife were beaming with joy.

The proprietress even prepared a fruit platter so that Wen Chan could have something nice to eat during the translation session. She also asked, "Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll have someone buy it. Would you like some cake?"

The fat man immediately swallowed hard.

Seeing his appearance, Wen Chan said, "Then I'll have to trouble you."

"No trouble at all, I'll just have a six-inch cake. By the way, Miss Wen, how long will it take to translate this contract?" the proprietress asked with concern.

Wen Chan glanced at the Chinese contract they had prepared; it was about twenty pages long, and the content wasn't anything special. "It'll take about three hours. Are you in a hurry?"

The proprietress sent someone to buy a cake, then turned back and said, "It's not urgent, but there's a clause I'm unsure about, and I'd like to trouble you to help me make a decision."

Wen Chan paused for a moment, then said, "Go ahead and tell me."

The proprietress was delighted and pulled up a chair to come over: "This is it. Those two foreigners said they want to set a penalty for breach of contract. They said if we don't ship the goods within the deadline, they'll demand double the amount in compensation. You know, this order is worth a million, which is practically all the capital my husband and I have saved up over the years. Old Ye is a bold man, saying this amount isn't important. But looking at this clause, I'm a little worried. Do you think we'll really have to pay compensation if we don't ship the goods within the stipulated time?"

Wen Chan looked at the terms and said that such compensation clauses were not unusual. “Once a contract is signed, it has legal effect and you must pay compensation. Moreover, you are cooperating with foreigners. Considering your international reputation, it would be difficult to renege on your debt.”

"Ah?" the proprietress exclaimed in surprise, "You really have to pay me back?"

Wen Chan nodded.

The proprietress hesitated for a moment. Mr. Ye arrived at that moment and, upon learning she had asked about it, waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, what's so important about that? Our factory ships very quickly, how could we possibly be behind on delivery? If you ask me, you're overthinking it."

Boss Ye said to Wen Chan, "You just translate, don't worry about anything else."

Seeing this, Wen Chan glanced at the proprietress, who hesitated for a moment before waving her hand and saying, "You just translate yours."

After the translation was completed, and considering that Wen Chan had previously helped them with simultaneous interpretation, Boss Ye was very generous and gave them 3,000 yuan directly.

The fat man was incredibly envious. "Sister-in-law, if we could continue doing this translation work, we could earn a lot of money."

Wen Chan wasn't as optimistic as the fat man. She said, "It's not that easy. First, you have to happen to be there when they need a translator. Second, people usually prefer to use someone they know rather than someone they don't. If it weren't for Boss Ye's translator being sick and them urgently needing someone, this opportunity wouldn't have come to me. This kind of money-making opportunity only comes once in a lifetime."

The fat man thought about it and realized that it made perfect sense.

Even so, he still went back and bragged about it to Chen Bozheng and the others.

Chen Bozheng responded with an "oh," raised an eyebrow, and looked at Wen Chan, "You're quite impressive."

Wen Chan's expression was no longer as tense as before. She sat down and asked Chen Bozheng, "How much are you still lacking?"

Chen Bozheng bluntly stated, "It's short by fifty or sixty thousand."

"Fifty or sixty thousand, that's a significant shortfall," Wen Chan said, biting her lip. "How about we shamelessly ask Boss Ye for a favor? He just signed a big order and's in a good mood. We can find some time to talk to him about the designs and ask if we can pay a portion upfront, and then pay the balance after we sell the goods."

Wen Chan knew that her ideas were thick-skinned, but that's how business is; people with thin skin aren't suited for business.

Chen Bozheng said, "Let's wait and see. Has Boss Ye made a fortune this time?"

The fat man spoke up first: "It's not just a lot of money, it's this much."

He made a seven-pointed hand gesture.

Seeing Wen Chan's tense expression, Chen Bo pretended to be stupid and said, "Seventy thousand yuan."

The fat man chuckled, "What 70,000?"

"That's seven thousand?" Chen Bo said, sitting with an air of authority, his eyes looking at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan tried to pretend she didn't hear it, but she couldn't stop the words from getting into her ears.

"Brother Zheng, are you out of your mind?" The fat man was speechless, then slapped his thigh, "They made a million from this deal!"

"One million?!" Fengzi and the monk were both stunned.

The fat man shook his head. "Of course, this contract was only negotiated with the help of my sister-in-law."

Wen Chan rolled her eyes. "I'm a translator, I don't have that kind of ability."

"My sister-in-law deserves credit too. You know, the contract even states that if the goods aren't delivered by the due date, they'll have to pay two million." The fat man sighed and shook his head, his face jiggling. "People in Shenzhen are really rich. Look at how well they run their businesses."

Chen Bozheng said, "That's true, it's all thanks to my wife's abilities."

He called her "wife" as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wen Chan turned around in surprise to look at him. Chen Bo was grinning at her, and Wen Chan rolled her eyes at him.

The two have thus reconciled.

Wen Chan had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But I can't remember what's wrong.

She had something on her mind, so she got up early. As soon as she got up, she saw Chen Bo practicing boxing shirtless in the yard.

Wen Chan simply leaned against the wall, crossed her arms, and began to admire the view.

Chen Bo was tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscles were strong and powerful, and his skin was tanned, probably from sunbathing. As he moved, twisting his waist and throwing punches, large beads of sweat slid down his neck.

He was so engrossed in his game that he didn't notice anyone else appearing.

When it was time to wrap up, he picked up a towel from the small stool next to him and wiped his sweat. Then he heard a clapping sound behind him.

Looking back, Wen Chan was standing by the wall, a hint of mockery on her face.

Chen Bozheng instinctively picked up his T-shirt and put it on. "When did you get here?"

"You had a great physique just now." Seeing that he was embarrassed, Wen Chan had a little thought of getting revenge. She walked over and reached out to pinch Chen Bozheng's arm. As soon as she touched it, the hot muscles gave her the illusion that she had been burned.

Chen Bozheng looked at her; the woman's hands were white and slender, as if boneless, and icy cold. Chen Bozheng felt uneasy, a tingling, itchy feeling spreading through his heart like ants crawling. He pushed the woman's hand away, saying, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other."

Wen Chan found it funny; who was it that teased her yesterday by calling her "wife"?

She said in a serious tone, "That's someone else, but I'm your wife."

She raised an eyebrow, her cool and alluring face looking at him defiantly. Her chin was slightly raised, her lips curled up in a half-smile, like a little fox.

Chen Bozheng's eyes gradually deepened.

Wen Chan was startled, and her heart suddenly started beating faster.

"Brother Zheng, sister-in-law, you two are up so early." Fatty got up to use the restroom and was walking towards it when he passed by Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan, and casually greeted them.

Wen Chan quickly withdrew her hand.

It would have been better if she hadn't stopped; the fact that she stopped made it seem like she was trying to cover something up. The fat man took a few steps, then turned back, looked at them, and clicked his tongue, saying, "What are you two doing so early in the morning?"

"What's it to you? Go to your toilet." As Chen Bo saw Wen Chan withdraw her hand and take a few steps back, a thought flashed through his mind: what a pity.

The fat man chuckled and said, "Fine, let's go. You two continue. Pretend I was never here."

Wen Chan was both annoyed and amused. She glared at Chen Bozheng and ran out to buy a newspaper.

It's unusually hot today.

Chen Bozheng and several other men couldn't stand it, so they stayed at home and used the fan.

Wen Chan took a nap, and in her half-awake state, a sudden thought struck her. She sat up abruptly, realizing that something was amiss.

There was a trap hidden in that contract!

Those two foreigners aren't businessmen, they're professional con artists!

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