Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin chatted with Fu Rong, gave her some ointment, and left.

Cheng Sanniang met He Yan in the office and called several close incense owners.

She agreed to purchase new textile machinery with He Yan.

The confidant winked at her.

Cheng Sanniang said: "I asked Master Yan Xiang about this, and she thought it was feasible. She is my God of Wealth, and she said that no business that makes money loses money."

I went to see a racecourse before. Yan Xin thought it was very ordinary and Cheng Sanniang didn't buy it. There have been frequent accidents at the racecourse recently, and it has closed down.

Yan Xin said that the beach club would collapse, so it collapsed.

Yan Xin also said that Shengqiu will be red, and she is really red, and she is getting redder and redder.

Many song and dance halls are looking for singers who look similar to Shengqiu, but it is difficult to win them. However, Lixuan Song and Dance Hall wants to win the second Shengqiu, but it has repeatedly failed.

The radio business has been good this year, and many singers have begun to record CDs. Shengqiu's sales volume of the record players and radios has always ranked first.

"What Master Yan Xiang said? That shouldn't be wrong." The confidant said immediately.

He Yan pondered: "Who is Master Yan Xiang?"

Cheng Sanniang: "Miss Yan, the foster daughter of the Governor's Mansion, is also the incense master of the Qing Gang."

He Yan: "I vaguely heard someone say that she is good at deductions. Hall Master Cheng believes this?"

"I believe it." Cheng Sanniang said.

He Yan: "..."

Cheng Sanniang didn't talk much and just brought the topic back to the textile factory.

He Yan: "My family does not agree with me doing this business. My mother secretly subsidized me for the money. Even if we form a partnership, my name cannot be used."

Cheng Sanniang: "We each share half the capital. I'll run the business, you don't need to step in, I'll have seven shares and you'll have three."

He Yan laughed angrily: "Hall Master Cheng is really cruel."

"In business, it is natural to focus on making money. Master He, if you were 100% sure about this matter, you would not ask me to cooperate, right?" Cheng Sanniang said with a smile.

He Yan was silent.

"I'm curious, why do you want to buy these new machines? You don't really have a clue." Cheng Sanniang said.

These new machines are so expensive that most people can't afford them. Even a middle-class family would go bankrupt if they invested this amount of money.

You have to be from a wealthy family like Cheng Sanniang and the He family to be able to spend money like water.

"This matter is a bit complicated." He Yan said, "I'm not completely unfavorable. The new machine will definitely improve efficiency, there's no doubt about it. But doing business really depends on luck, that's true."

So he wanted to do it but was afraid of losing all his money, so he found a partner and shared the burden together.

In case of loss, a little loss is worth a small amount.

"You are 30% convinced that the new machines can make money for the textile factory, and 70% are forced to buy these machines. Is this correct?" Cheng Sanniang asked.

He Yan: "... Hall Master Cheng is so keen, I will definitely not lose money when doing business with you. Now I am 50% confident that I will make money."

Cheng Sanniang asked a few more questions.

He Yan remained tight-lipped about why he was "forced to buy the machine".

However, there is nothing wrong with the machine itself.

She agreed.

Then she also told Yan Xin about it.

"Many people earn their first pot of gold by luck." Yan Xin said.

Therefore, she understood that He Yan had great achievements in his previous life, but he had no choice but to do so in the beginning.

Many people laughed at him.

He resisted the pressure and bought the machines.

Success gave him confidence, capital, and experience. At the same time, he gained his family's recognition of his abilities, and he had the road ahead.

Yan Xin doesn't like He. But as a giant ship in the business world, Yan Xin did not dare to look down upon it. Its immense power is unimaginable.

He Yan is standing on the giant wheel. He is lucky, has three points of talent, and is down-to-earth and willing to work hard. He can indeed take off.

In his previous life, He Yan bought the machine alone. Maybe he also found Cheng Sanniang.

According to Cheng Sanniang's cautious character, she naturally rejected him.

This life is different.

"Sister Cheng, you are going to make a fortune," Yan Xin said.

"I'm waiting to count the money." Cheng Sanniang smiled.

"Sister Cheng, don't just wait and count the money. What's valuable to the Qing Gang is the territory and the dock." Yan Xin said suddenly.

Cheng Sanniang was stunned.

Yan Xin came closer and said, "Sister Cheng, in the past, female emperors could do it. Leader of the Qing Gang, why can't you give it a try?"

Cheng Sanniang was stunned.

She looked at Yan Xin blankly: "You are too worried. This can't be done. The Qinggang belongs to men..."

"Men are born from women." Yan Xin said.

Cheng Sanniang: "..."

"I know you have made a lot of money, and you are second to none among the many hall leaders of the Qing Gang. Sister Cheng, you can go one step further," Yan Xin said.

"You scared me." Cheng Sanniang smiled.

Yan Xin also smiled: "Just a casual chat. Sister Cheng, I'd better wish you fortune first."

When Cheng Sanniang left, her expression was a little serious.

Yan Xin sat quietly and thought of Zhou Junwang.

Zhou Junwang told her a lot of things, especially what happened when he took over the Youth Gang after his father was seriously injured.

Yan Xin knows several key points.

He has harmed her again and again, why should she be tolerant to him?

Yan Xin can do some tricks to make the Qing Gang change hands.

Cheng Sanniang was kind to Yan Xin, but she was not a philanthropic woman. She is a head taller than Yan Xin. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child and is strong and strong.

Her husband was killed by a caravan. At the age of twenty, she, armed with a knife, pretended to be a peasant girl on the road where her enemies must pass for three months, and beheaded fifteen caravan members by herself.

From then on, she became prominent on the road. Both the Green Gang and the Caravan were frightened by her, and everyone admired her martial arts and courage.

Only then was she reused by the Qing Gang.

Yan Xin is now twenty years old, and she has absolutely no such ability.

How can Cheng Sanniang's ability be compared to that of ordinary men?

How is Zhou Junwang superior to her?

After more than 20 years of hard work in the Qinggang, Cheng Sanniang is still very strong now. She has rich money, wide connections, and sufficient experience. She is the most suitable.

Yan Xin had not considered this before.

Zhou Junwang also warmed her in his previous life. But he had hurt her again and again, especially now that Yan Xin was under attack from both sides, and he stepped on her, her heart instantly became cold and hard.

Yan Xin also told his wife about this matter.

"...I'm afraid it's difficult, she is a woman." Madam also said the same.

Yan Xin: "The road is made step by step. What if it's done?"

The expressions of Madam and Cheng Sanniang were similar. The idea that "a woman can also be the leader of a gang" had never occurred to her mind, and she was suddenly shocked.

The expression on his face after being frightened is very similar.

The lady looked at Yan Xin: "How could you have such an idea?"

"Sister Cheng is more powerful than Zhou Junwang and more prestigious than him."

"As the leader of the hall, she will have more prestige; but once she becomes the leader, I'm afraid it won't work." Madam said.

He added, "If it fails, everything Hall Master Cheng has now may be in vain. She may not dare."

The price is too high, it's a big gamble.

Yan Xin sighed softly: "I'm just talking. Maybe it's because I hate Zhou Junwang so much that I rushed to the doctor because of my illness."

The lady touched her head and told her not to think too much and rest well.