Chapter 145 The 145th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 145 The 145th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

This meal was not only a welcome dinner, but Mr. and Mrs. Ye also planned to use it as an opportunity to discuss the details of their investment with Wen Chan.

The couple thought it over carefully, and even made a special trip to Hong Kong to investigate the clothing specialty store market before finally making their decision.

During the meal, Zhao Dan said to Wen Chan, "Wen Chan, your idea is very good, but my husband and I have thought about it. The store needs to be located and the clothing styles need to be designed. These are not things that can be done in a short time. I'm afraid it will be possible to launch it in the middle of next year."

Mr. Ye also said, "Yes, the address alone is a problem. It's not cost-effective to rent it. If the landlord raises the rent, we'll have nowhere to complain. Buying it would cost a lot, and there's also the renovation. The style needs to be good, so I'm afraid we'll have to hire a designer from Hong Kong to design it."

Their brand is clearly targeting the mid-to-high-end children's clothing market.

The style of a store's decor directly affects customers' desire to buy.

Wen Chan said, "Your considerations make sense. I'm not in a hurry. Since you're interested, everything is negotiable. Have you chosen a location for the shop?"

Mr. and Mrs. Ye exchanged a glance.

Mr. Ye said, "We plan to try it out in Beijing, Shenzhen, and Shanghai first."

Currently, only a few major cities in China can afford these clothes.

Wen Chan talked with them all night, while most of the others were also busy talking to others.

After finishing their meal, as Zhao Dan was leaving the restaurant, she was about to say something to Wen Chan when suddenly two people appeared out of the darkness.

The commotion startled everyone.

Chen Bozheng immediately stepped in front of Wen Chan and shouted at the two men rushing towards them, "What are you doing? Trying to rob us?"

Boss Ye chimed in, "Yes, call the police! Is there no law here? This is the capital, the city is brightly lit, and yet someone still comes out to rob us!"

The restaurant staff were also startled.

Song Ke hurriedly said, "Don't call the police. We're not here to rob you. We're here to find Wen Chan."

Song Shiming nodded hurriedly, afraid that these people would really mistake him and his son for robbers and call the police to arrest them. "We are Wen Chan's relatives."

"Relatives?" Zhao Dan looked at Wen Chan. "A-Chan, are these your relatives?"

Wen Chan walked out from behind Chen Bozheng, her face shifting from confusion to astonishment. She had a good memory and remembered Song Ke immediately, mainly because she rarely encountered someone as outrageous as Song Ke during the previous interview. "Wait a minute, I remember you. Aren't you the student who came for the interview? When did you become my relative?"

Song Ke looked at his father.

Song Shiming immediately said, "Niece, have you forgotten? I am your uncle, Song Shiming. It's been so many years since we last met. I never expected you to grow up to be so beautiful and capable, becoming a CEO."

As Song Shiming spoke, he glanced at the neon-lit restaurant sign behind them.

This Cantonese restaurant is famous throughout Beijing, and famously expensive. It's said that a good meal here will cost at least a thousand yuan.

For ordinary people, if they can treat their relatives and friends to a meal at this restaurant, or even just have their whole family eat here once, that's something the whole family can brag about for a year.

Wen Chan narrowed her eyes. She reacted quickly and realized the problem: "Have you been following me these past few days?"

"They're even stalking you?!"

Chen Bozheng's eyes immediately turned cold, and he looked at Song Shiming with an unfriendly expression.

Song Shiming and Song Ke hurriedly waved their hands.

Song Ke said, "Cousin, brother-in-law, don't misunderstand. We were afraid of mistaking you for someone else and making a fool of ourselves. But my dad has confirmed it several times. You are my cousin, no doubt about it. Dad, quickly show them the photos of you and Aunt."

Song Shiming then realized what was happening and took a yellowed photograph out of his coat pocket and handed it to them.

Chen Bozheng took it, glanced at it, and handed it to Wen Chan.

Wen Chan glanced at it, her expression changing slightly. It was a family photo, black and white, already yellowed, probably quite old.

Behind the elderly couple stood their son and daughter. The son looked exactly like Song Shiming, even though Song Shiming had gained weight and aged. As for the daughter, she resembled Wen Chan by about 70%. She had a reserved and shy demeanor, but anyone who wasn't blind could tell that they were related by blood.

"Are they really relatives?"

Liu Yan whispered.

Chen Bo looked at them and said, "Even relatives don't greet each other like this. So, is there something you need?"

"It's alright, it's alright."

Song Shiming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

Chen Bozheng said, "Then let's keep it simple. You leave us your address, and we'll pay you a visit tomorrow. What do you think?"

Chen Bozheng was very polite.

Song Shiming and his son were naturally delighted and eagerly left their address, turning back to look at each other repeatedly as they left.

Wen Chan frowned and didn't say anything. After returning home, she looked at Chen Bozheng with some confusion and said, "That father and son are not good people."

Chen Bo touched his nose. "I know, but Song Shiming is indeed your uncle."

Wen Chan looked puzzled and put down her handbag. "How did you know?"

Chen Bozheng: "Your brother and I went to his house to borrow money for your medical expenses before, but..."

He stopped there and didn't finish his sentence.

Wen Chan wasn't a child, and he immediately understood.

The original owner was in poor health, and the brother and sister were struggling financially, with few relatives willing to lend them money.

Judging from Chen Bozheng's expression, it was probably more than just a matter of him refusing to lend money. She pressed further, "Did he say anything else?"

Chen Bozheng helplessly spread his hands: "He said some nasty things. It seems he objected to your parents' marriage and said some really hurtful things. Your brother got very angry afterward and never went to his house again. I didn't recognize him at first, until he introduced himself as your uncle and that's when I remembered this."

Wen Chan immediately understood—when you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, even distant relatives come to visit.

When the original owner and her brother were penniless, this uncle wished they were no longer related to them; now that she has become a CEO, and by chance even interviewed his son, he naturally wants to get involved with this relationship.

"They came to me not for money, but for a job, right?"

Wen Chan knew exactly what these people were thinking; if it weren't for these reasons, why would they come to claim kinship?

Chen Bo knew that Wen Chan didn't like associating with these kinds of shady people, so he smiled and patted her head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of things for you tomorrow."

Wen Chan pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow: "What do you plan to do?"

Actually, if they were normal relatives, Wen Chan wouldn't mind lending a hand.

She was willing to help even Jiang Zihan, who was not related to her by blood, so how could she not help someone related by blood?

After all, when doing business or running a company, family members are often more reliable than outsiders; it's best not to let the good stuff go to outsiders.

But Song Ke and his son… First of all, Wen Chan had a very bad impression of Song Ke during the interview. These days, she spent time with Sun Peng and others and learned that Sun Peng had a good reputation among that group of classmates. Although he was scheming, he was generally principled, knew how to behave, and was good at interpersonal relationships.

Song Ke's smear campaign against Sun Peng reveals both his strong jealousy and his foolishness.

In an interview, the goal is not to excel but to avoid mistakes. It's difficult for most people to stand out in an interview, but as long as the performance is normal, the interviewer is usually willing to give them a chance.

But slandering competitors is a different story; only a madman would hire someone like that. Coupled with Chen Bozheng's words, Wen Chan was even more convinced that this father and son were definitely not good people.

Meanwhile, the Song family was overjoyed.

As soon as Song Shiming got home, he said to his wife Zhao Hongzao, "That restaurant is really impressive! The parking lot outside is full of cars. All of my niece's friends look like they're rich. Our Song family is going to be very successful!"

Zhao Hongzao listened intently, then slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I should have gone with you! I could have seen it all. Why didn't you tell them sooner? We could have gotten in for a nice meal!"

"What do you know?" Song Shiming scoffed, lighting a cigarette. "I've already inquired. My niece and nephew-in-law are quite something now. She's the CEO of some investment company, and her subordinates earn two thousand a month. She earns at least seven or eight hundred thousand a year. And her nephew-in-law is even more impressive. He owns both Jingyun and Jingyang residential areas. The money he has is probably as big as mountains and seas."

As he said this, a greedy smile appeared on his face. "If those two loosen their belts a little, our family could buy a house!"

Zhao Hongzao's eyes lit up, and she slapped Song Shiming's thigh, saying, "What's this about buying a house? Our nephew-in-law is a house builder, let him give us one, no, two, one for us, and one for our son's wedding!"

Early in the morning, everyone in the courtyard was woken up by the noise.

When Grandpa Zhou and Grandma Zhou came out, they saw that someone had set up a colorful tent in the yard at some point.

Grandpa Zhou rubbed his eyes and asked in surprise, "No, whose family is celebrating a wedding today? I haven't heard anything about it before."

Aunt Wu from the front yard came over and said, "That's right, someone came early this morning. When I came back from buying groceries, the shed was already being set up. Is there some kind of happy occasion in your backyard?"

Mr. Zhou and his wife were completely dumbfounded.

Aunt Zhou said, "It's not quite right to say it's a wedding. There are only three families in our backyard. Old Zheng's daughter got married a long time ago, and then there's Old Song's family."

"Hey, you're up. It's us. We have some good news in our family."

Zhao Hongzao came out of the house with a happy face, carrying a basket of freshly steamed buns.

"Sister Zhao, is this a happy occasion for your family? Is your son getting married?" Aunt Wu's eyes widened in surprise. "Isn't he graduating next year?"

Zhao Hongzao, unusually generous, shared the steamed buns with everyone, her face beaming with smiles, though wrinkles lined the corners of her eyes. "Oh, what's this? I wasn't even this happy at my son's wedding. Let me tell you, my niece and nephew-in-law are here as guests today."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Especially Aunt Wu, her niece and her husband are coming over, what's the big deal? Do they need to set up a colorful tent or a banquet?

Could they be overseas Chinese or Hong Kong businessmen?

But that doesn't make sense either. Given the Song family's personality, if they had overseas connections, they would have told the whole world long ago.