Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

"Miss Qiao was invited by me. Does Boss Yang still care about the extra pair of chopsticks?" Shen Rong looked careless.

The veins on Yang Qingheng's forehead were twitching, and the anger in his heart was faintly coming out of his eyes. He nodded with a fake smile: "If I had told you that I was invited by Designer Shen, I wouldn't have said that. That's fine, let's go in together. "

Several people walked to the counter together, and Yang Qingheng nodded politely: "Hello, please open a private room for us."

"Do you have an appointment?" The drowsy receptionist shivered when he heard the voice and sat up straight.

Yang Qingheng shook his head: "No, open one for me."

Hearing this, the corners of the receptionist's mouth curled up a bit, and he raised his chin with a bit of arrogance: "Sorry, our place is a membership system. No one else is allowed in except members."

Qiao Xihe, who was behind, had been waiting for this moment, and burst into laughter: "Boss Yang, you are not even qualified to go in, and you promised to treat Mr. Shen to dinner. I see that not only did you not make proper arrangements when you picked up the plane yesterday, It’s just so-so today, and running an industry like you won’t last long.”

Then he took out a card from his bag and put it on the table: "Please open a private room for me. I want a first-class private room."

The receptionist's pupils dilated, and his attitude suddenly changed. He nodded and bowed, and the smile on his face was more than three degrees sweeter than before: "Okay, miss, please wait a moment."

Qiao Xihe slowly turned around and taunted her: "Boss Yang, not everyone is qualified to enter this hotel, just like... not everyone is qualified to fight with me."

"It's not up to you to decide whether you can go in," Yang Qingheng ignored her and looked at the waiter on the side, "How much does it cost to enter your box?"

"Miss, our hotel only accepts distinguished guests, not those with money can enter." The receptionist looked coldly, as if she owned the hotel.

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows, and now she understood. This meant that only those with power were allowed in here, and they looked down upon the nouveau riche who started a company like her.

Shen Rong seemed to feel embarrassed and scolded him coldly: "That's enough, Boss Yang. Things in the world can't be solved with money. I don't think we need to continue talking about cooperation. You are so short-sighted that I think I Selling my works to your company has no prospects for development, and may even become a shame for my life."

These words were so serious that the atmosphere at the scene was stagnant. Even the front desk silently closed their mouths and watched the show from the side.

An exclamation came from outside: "Mr. Yang, am I late? I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. This is your card."

Fang Nan nodded and bowed, so humble that he wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground. He took out a card with both hands and handed it to Yang Qingheng respectfully, winking at her quickly.

Yang Qingheng understood, took the card between his two fingers and threw it on the table, facing the front desk: "What, does this qualify you to get in?"

"Boss Yang, your card is different from other people's. Let me advise you, there are some things that you can't get away with just by asking someone to act out a show." Before the receptionist could take the card, Qiao Xihe reached for it. He stood up and said, "Our little girl at the front desk is not a vegetarian, so you can lie like this."

Doesn't she know how much Yang Qingheng weighs? Her biggest reliance is the man who is her deputy director.

Shen Rong's face was livid, and he regretted that he had agreed to let Yang Qingheng come to dinner with them, which was simply lowering their standards.

Especially when he saw the weird looks from people around him, Shen Rong was filled with anger.

The two of them didn't notice that the front desk had already turned pale with fright and snatched the card that Qiao Xihe had taken away, causing Qiao Xihe to stumble and almost hit his forehead on the table.

She trembled and put the card in front of Yang Qingheng with both hands. She bent down and apologized: "I'm sorry, miss. I'm just looking down on others. I can arrange for you any box you want today."

"You...you must have read it wrong. How could she have a membership card for your store?" Qiao Xihe also realized that the different colors were because her card was one or more levels higher than hers!

But how is it possible!

"I have been working here for several years. How could I be wrong? Miss, please don't talk nonsense with your mouth open." When questioned about his professional skills, the receptionist had a cold face and a bit of contempt in his eyes.

How capable is she really?

Shen Rong was slightly startled, held his eyes, and finally showed a kind smile. His attitude was as good as ever: "Since you, Boss Yang, also have members, let's go in together."

The reason for breaking the contract before was because of the power of Qiao Xihe's family. He felt that Yang Qingheng, a weak-legged person, would not be able to compete with her, so he abandoned the secret and turned to the bright side. Now it seems that Yang Qingheng is still somewhat powerful. In this case, it is not impossible for him to consider Yang Qingheng.

If the tiger didn't show off its power, it would simply treat her like a sick cat.

Yang Qingheng raised his eyelids slightly and said to the front desk: "No, just give me the box they booked just now."

"Okay, okay, Miss, please come inside." The receptionist bent slightly.

Shen Rong was about to follow, but Yang Qingheng turned back and sneered: "Mr. Shen, I think you were right just now. We really have no need to cooperate. From the time you showed up yesterday until today, all the prompts you gave me were very rude. , cooperation is two-way, not to mention we haven’t signed the contract yet, so let’s stop the loss in time.”

Shen Rong did not expect that the person who had always supported him suddenly changed his attitude and became angry: "Yang Qingheng, you begged me to come."

"I won't ask now." Yang Qingheng shrugged nonchalantly.

Yang Qingheng's act of snatching away their box was just to teach them a lesson. Qiao Xihe looked at her proud expression and his lungs almost exploded: "Designer Shen, since Boss Yang doesn't like us two, let's open a new box Enough."

I don’t know where that membership card came from. At the front desk, all eyes were on Yang Qingheng. I was afraid that she would be angry, so I deliberately said: "Sorry, miss, Miss Yang booked the last first-class box. Now we only have The next third-class box is available.”

Qiao Xihe gritted his teeth, glared at her fiercely, and said helplessly to Shen Rong, "I have wronged Designer Shen."

Shen Rong looked bad and didn't answer.

The two of them headed inside.

Yang Qingheng then returned the card to Fang Nan: "Thank you for helping me out just now."

"Hey, whatever happened to me, it was my brother Heng who asked me to do it." Fang Nan's eyes rolled around in circles, and he specifically asked Song Hengjue for credit, "If you want to thank him, you should also thank him."

Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows: "Is he here?"

Fang Nan nodded and pointed to the car under the shade of the tree: "Yes, over there."

Yang Qingheng strode over and knocked on the car window.

When Song Hengjue saw her coming, he trembled. He pulled up the rearview mirror and took a closer look at himself to see if there was anything inappropriate before opening the car door.

Yang Qingheng bent down and got in, throwing the card at him: "Where did you get the card?"

Fang Nan chuckled and said proudly: "That store was opened by my brother Heng in partnership with others. If my brother doesn't have a card, who can?"

It was so fast that Song Hengjue had no time to cover his mouth.

Sure enough, after listening to Fang Nan's words, Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows with naked ridicule in his eyes: "I didn't expect that you are so proud now. You have to wait a long time to open a store. Why, you can't see the rural people clearly? Have you washed the mud off your legs?"

Fang Nan's smile faltered, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Song Hengjue, wishing he could give himself a big slap in the face.

Song Hengjue coughed dryly, his eyes wandering and feeling guilty: "I am just investing, he is in charge of everything in the store."

"Oh, a nest of snakes and rats." Yang Qingheng's red lips curled up, the pear dimples on her lips were looming, her smile was sweeter than sugar, but her words were like a thorn in the heart of others.

Song Hengjue paused with his fingertips, tilted his head and said nothing, leaving only the back of her head.

He seemed a little aggrieved for no reason.

Yang Qingheng's eyelashes trembled, and she felt that she had gone too far this time, but she was stubborn and unwilling to apologize. She tugged on his sleeve and changed the subject: "Hey, didn't you say you wanted to give me the land? When transfer?"

Fang Nan was stunned, he had never seen such a hard-core coaxer.

What made him even more stunned was that Song Hengjue still continued to do this, and immediately turned around: "You can do it anytime you want."

"It's only ten o'clock on workday today, and the Land and Resources Bureau hasn't gotten off work yet. Let's go now." Yang Qingheng pulled up his sleeves and glanced at the time.

Song Hengjue responded: "Okay."

The couple sang together, completely treating Fang Nan as an airhead.

Song Hengjue kicked him: "Drive."

The Bureau of Land and Resources is nearby, and Song Hengjue has been a frequent visitor here recently, so the process went smoothly.

Only half an hour had passed when the two came out with the certificates.

Song Hengjue saw Fang Nan blocking the door at a glance and walked around him to go out.

Fang Nan pursed her lips, winked, and stepped aside to stop him.

"Are you sick?" Song Hengjue was speechless. He was so annoyed that he wanted to slap him in the face. He winked and looked mean, making his teeth itch just looking at him.

Fang Nan was anxious and was about to speak, but was pushed away by him.

The three people inside and the two outside looked at each other, and the air was deathly silent.