Chapter 32 The Thirty-Second Day of Not Running Away The Thirty-Second Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 32 The Thirty-Second Day of Not Running Away The Thirty-Second Day of Not Running Away...

The next day, Jiang Zihan waited for news from Boss Ye and his wife.

Seeing her like that, Wen Chan simply told her to go out shopping for clothes with the fat man.

In the early 1990s, specialty clothing stores were popular, such as suit stores and women's clothing stores.

Wen Chan picked out a few outfits for Jiang Zihan and asked her to try them on.

Jiang Zihan looked at the clothes and was flattered. She went into the fitting room to change and when she came out and looked in the mirror, she could hardly believe it was her.

"This lady looks beautiful. This coat really needs to be worn by someone tall to pull it off," the salesperson complimented.

That's a very true statement.

Jiang Zihan is good-looking and tall, at 1.7 meters. She is wearing a gunmetal gray sweater paired with slim-fit suit pants, chosen by Wen Chan, and a black wool coat on top. She looks just as fashionable as a Hong Kong star.

"How was it? Not bad, right?" Wen Chan asked.

Jiang Zihan blushed, nodded, and touched the coat with her hand, finding it extremely soft.

"Let's pick out one or two more outfits, so she has something to change into. Then we'll pick out two more suit dresses for her. Do you have any nice bags in your store?"

Wen Chan asked.

Knowing that a major client had arrived, the salesperson quickly replied, "Yes, yes, what style do you need? We'll go get it right away."

After working for more than two hours, when Wen Chan went to pay the bill, Jiang Zihan was speechless when she saw the price. The clothes and bags together cost more than three thousand yuan.

Jiang Zihan clicked her tongue, "Sister Wen, I really can't accept this. We can just buy one coat. I really can't let you spend so much money on me!"

Wen Chan said, "This is for you to wear. As my assistant, you represent my reputation. If you dress too shabbily, you'll be looked down upon by those who look down on people. You should respect someone's appearance before their character. Don't you understand this principle?"

Jiang Zihan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then you can deduct half from my salary later, and we'll split it 50/50."

Wen Chan chuckled and told the fat man to pick out two suits himself. As he looked around the suits in the boutique, he said to Jiang Zihan, "These aren't just for you. You can wear them. Have the hotel dry clean them when you get back."

The fat man also advised Jiang Zihan, "Girl, just take it. Your sister-in-law isn't one to pretend to be polite."

Jiang Zihan blushed and accepted it.

She carried bags of clothes; after Wen Chan bought them, she also bought herself two pairs of high heels and a bottle of Chanel perfume.

She didn't like the clothes here and was thinking of going back to Shanghai to buy them.

In the afternoon, the three of them walked around all the landmarks in Shenzhen and bought some local specialties.

Jiang Zihan bought several watches. Shenzhen is close to Hong Kong, and watch smuggling is rampant here, so watches are relatively cheap. Watches that sell for several hundred yuan on the mainland only cost a little over a hundred yuan here, and they are the latest models.

Jiang Zihan bought it with her own money, intending to buy it for her family.

Back at the hotel, she took the clothes to the dry cleaners, filled the bathtub for Wen Chan, and then came out and said to Wen Chan, "Sister Wen, I just asked the front desk, and Mr. Ye and the others haven't called all day. Should we call and ask?"

Wen Chan had her hair up in a bun. Her neck was long and fair. She was wearing a white sweater with gray suit pants. It was a simple outfit, but Jiang Zihan could tell that she had a certain style that set her apart from others.

It looks very expensive.

“No need,” Wen Chan said. “Although we are cooperating with them, being too attentive will easily make us lose the initiative. I’m going to take a bath. If they call later, you can answer and say I’m not here.”

Jiang Zihan nodded.

She sat next to the phone, not daring to turn on the TV, her eyes fixed on the receiver.

Wen Chan, who was in the restroom, never expected that Jiang Zihan would be so honest.

A moment later, the phone rang.

Mr. and Mrs. Ye hesitated and discussed it for a day. They knew about making money in the stock market and knew about the business in Hong Kong.

But since things were just starting out in Shanghai, and Wen Chan hadn't given them a definite answer, they couldn't help but feel uneasy.

After discussing it, Mr. and Mrs. Ye decided that Wen Chan had gone there specifically because she might know something inside. Besides, they couldn't easily sever their relationship with her. Since she had already spoken up, they had to give her face.

Mr. and Mrs. Ye decided to take 200,000 yuan to test the waters first, and then decide on other things.

If we really lose money, the loss of 200,000 is limited; we can't lose it all, can we?

The phone rang, and the landlady spoke. When she heard that it was Jiang Zihan on the other end, she paused for a moment, covered the receiver, and said to Boss Ye, "It's not Miss Wen, it's her assistant."

"Then let her call Miss Wen to come and pick her up," Boss Ye said in a low voice.

As soon as the proprietress spoke, Jiang Zihan mustered up her courage and did as Wen Chan said.

"Not here? How could he not be here? The hotel staff all said he's already back." Boss Ye winked at his wife.

The proprietress stomped her foot and muttered irritably, "They said they weren't here, are we supposed to call them out on that? We'll just call them later."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Chan took a bath for a while before coming out, steaming hot, her skin fair and rosy. As soon as she came out, Jiang Zihan hurriedly told her, "Sister Wen, you're amazing! They really did call just now, saying they wanted to talk to you about what happened last night."

“What gods?” Wen Chan said, drying her hair. “They probably told the hotel staff to notify them.”

Jiang Zihan exclaimed, "You can do that?! Isn't this like spying on us?"

Wen Chan said, "If they were all like this, they would have lost everything in business long ago if they didn't even have this much brainpower."

Such methods of bribing hotel staff are not surprising at all.

If you casually slip them a red envelope or something and ask them to tell them the customer's whereabouts, the hotel staff will most likely help.

Wen Chan deliberately provoked Mr. and Mrs. Ye, thinking to herself that, in truth, they had a good relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Ye, but relationships were one thing and business was another.

The Ye couple clearly had their own ideas. Wen Chan didn't want to be interfered with by their ideas when she was investing in stocks again, so she naturally had to use some methods now.

really.

A little while later, Mr. Ye called personally, his voice filled with laughter: "Miss Wen, you're such a busy person, it's hard to get through on the phone."

Wen Chan laughed and said, "Boss Ye, what am I busy with? I'm just messing around. How can I compare to you guys?"

After a few pleasantries, Mr. Ye couldn't resist getting to the point. "Miss Wen, we've inquired about the stock exchange; it's indeed this month. Since you're planning to give it a try, we'll gladly oblige. We'll contribute 300,000, and you can decide on the investment. What do you say?"

Wen Chan circled the microphone, her tone amused, "Three hundred thousand, Mr. Ye, you two are joking with me. It's hard for others to get three hundred thousand, but for you two it's just a drop in the ocean. It's not impossible to give you three hundred thousand, but you've missed this opportunity, so don't regret it."

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Boss Ye's eyelids twitched, his expression turning serious as he inquired, "What trend? Is there some kind of commotion going on up there?"

Wen Chan said, "What kind of commotion could there be? I just want to ride the wave of a successful start. You see, it's the first day of the Shanghai Stock Exchange's establishment. No matter what, the higher-ups definitely want to see a lively scene, right? This is a sure thing."

Mr. Ye is somewhat perceptive.

He brought his wife to Shenzhen to make a living because he saw in the newspaper that the national leaders wanted to vigorously develop Shenzhen and realized that Shenzhen would be a treasure trove. So he sold all his family property and came to Shenzhen. He started by wholesaling clothes, then borrowed money to buy three sewing machines, and now he owns a garment factory.

These days, when he goes back to his hometown, even county leaders come over to treat him like a brother.

If Mr. Ye and his wife didn't have any brains, could they have succeeded?

Not only are they intelligent, but the couple is also quite daring.

"Then name a number, how much do you think is appropriate?" Boss Ye said through gritted teeth.

Wen Chan said, "One million. If you dare, we'll make a deal. Then you can have your sister-in-law come with us, and bring someone else along too."

One million?

They have quite an appetite.

Mr. and Mrs. Ye exchanged a glance.

The proprietress gave him a look, signaling Mr. Ye to agree.

The next day, when Mr. Ye brought his lawyer over to sign the contract, the lawyer looked at Mr. Ye and his wife as if he had seen a ghost.

The lawyer had worked with Mr. and Mrs. Ye quite a few times and had a certain relationship with them. So, while Mr. Ye was out taking a break, the lawyer came over and reminded him, "Mr. Ye, we're on the same side. Let me tell you, you should reconsider this contract. You're not getting any advantage here at all."

Boss Ye, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, shook it and zipped up his jacket. "Old Lin, it's not necessarily true. If we make a profit, wouldn't we be getting free money?"

Amused, Attorney Lin went over to wash his hands and said, "Free money? Is there really such a good thing in the world? Let me tell you, if this contract is really signed, Miss Wen will definitely make a profit, but it's hard to say for you."

Attorney Lin's words were not merely for the sake of being tactful, but also for the sake of having auspicious connotations.

Superstition is rampant in Guangdong, especially among business owners. Everyone is wary of people saying that a business will lose money right from the start.

Mr. Ye said, "I understand. You're so kind. Come out for morning tea sometime."

He patted Attorney Lin on the shoulder.

Attorney Lin had hoped to persuade Mr. Ye to back out, but Mr. Ye and his wife were completely bewitched and rushed into it, signing the contract quickly.

The proprietress was responsible for taking the bankbook over.

For safety, she also brought her cousin along.

The younger cousin was skinny and dark-skinned. Fatty whispered to Wen Chan that the younger cousin had probably been in many fights, as he had quite a few scars on his body.

Jiang Zihan, being timid, asked worriedly, "Won't they have ill intentions towards us?"

The fat man patted his chest, "Cough cough cough, don't worry, with me, Fatty, here, I guarantee neither of you will lose a single hair. I, Fatty, have trained."

Jiang Zihan was not at all reassured by the way the fat man patted his chest so hard he could barely breathe.

She secretly bought two knives and hid them in her bag, then said to Wen Chan in a serious tone, "Sister, don't worry, if they try anything funny, I'll fight them to the death."

Looking at her reckless expression, Wen Chan almost couldn't help but laugh, giving her a thumbs up. "Okay, then I'm counting on you."