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

Changing face so quickly?

The secretary was surprised and nodded in agreement.

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Yang Qingheng saw off the family of three and looked at the time. It was already past four in the afternoon.

A familiar phone call suddenly popped up on the screen. She sneered, stretched out her hand to hang up, touched her handbag, and patted her head.

I almost forgot to pay.

He strode towards the counter: "Hello, Box [-], please help me pay."

Just as he was about to take the money out of his bag, a mocking voice came from behind: "This is not Boss Yang. Why, you have the time to come here to eat and find a designer? You won't let Zhong Yan come to compete with the famous Shen Rong, will you?" , you should have said earlier that you didn’t have the money to hire a designer, so give this position to someone else, don’t hold on to it, or you will embarrass the country.”

"Has the dispute between Miss Qiao and Manager Li been resolved? You have time to come, why don't I." Yang Qingheng simply broke his face and mocked back.

Qiao Xihe's expression changed slightly when she was scolded by her.

Since the last time the manager was fired from the hotel, he has been biting his family like a mad dog and chased him to his father's work.

Although her father has now sent her to prison, the impact was not small, and it took a lot of money to settle the matter.

In addition, the incident at the hotel made Qiao Jiajun embarrassed in front of his former subordinates. Now he always treats her with noses, noses, and eyes, and it is strange to ask him for help with company matters.

The anger in her heart reached its peak in an instant, and she sneered: "Then I don't have to worry about Boss Yang. No matter how miserable I am, I will never be like you, Boss Yang."

She paused and leaned close to Yang Qingheng's ear, but her gentle voice said the meanest words: "Boss Yang, it's hard to live without orders for a month."

"Sure enough, it's you." Yang Qingheng also felt a little bored.

Since last month, the dealers she used to get goods from have excused themselves and said that the goods during this period are not easy to sell. They have either forced her to sell them at cabbage prices, or they have refused and said they will not take goods next month. Okay, let’s talk about it later when the market gets better.

There are several warehouses in the warehouse that have stopped working. Although they have long-term partners and there is no harvest, they can't keep the company running by relying on those orders.

In order to retain the original workers, we have to continue to pay them wages, and money has been used for new product research and development. If this continues, the company's funds will run out sooner or later.

Qiao Xihe raised his chin and smiled contemptuously: "Yang Qingheng, I told you from the beginning, don't rob me. Since you dare to rob me, don't blame me for having you stabbed."

"You'd better stay so arrogant." Yang Qingheng looked at her triumphant look with cold eyes.

Qiao Xihe didn't even bother to give her a look, and looked at the waiter on the side: "Can anyone come in to your hotel?"

Even though the receptionist was tired of Qiao Xihe, he knew who he couldn't provoke, so he quickly responded: "Miss Qiao, don't worry, from today on, we will never let her come in here again."

"Go away." Qiao Xihe chuckled, glanced sideways at Yang Qingheng, and happily walked upstairs.

Pan Changshu looked at Yang Qingheng's deflated look and almost laughed out loud: "You don't think you can fight with my cousin just because you're a pheasant that climbed up the Tang family, do you? A bed partner should take a good look at his status, and some You can’t mess with people.”

"You should worry about the lawsuit with me in the next few days. Have you hired a lawyer?" Yang Qingheng looked at him lightly and walked out with her bag.

However, when he saw a familiar figure, he stopped in his tracks, changed the path of his feet, and walked upstairs.

The front desk turned away and turned a blind eye.

As expected, Song Hengjue's voice came from Qiao Xihe's box.

"Miss Qiao, I don't know what kind of cooperation you want to discuss when you invite me out today." Song Hengjue took a sip of tea with a cold attitude.

Qiao Xihe pointed at Pan Zhen next to him: "It's not me who wants to cooperate with you, but my uncle."

When Song Hengjue heard this, he paused with his fingers.

Pan Zhen thought that he looked down on his company, so he trembled and quickly recommended himself: "Mr. Song, although you have never heard of our company, our company has been in the capital for so many years and has certain capabilities. We have complete production lines... …”

There was a lot of crackling. Song Hengjue was upset when he heard it. He looked at his phone frequently. Finally he couldn't help it and interrupted: "Mr. Pan, you mean you want to provide metal materials to our company? But as far as I know, your company The purity of the metal did not meet national standards in last year's testing."

"This..." Pan Zhen was sweating profusely and subconsciously glanced at Qiao Xihe next to him before continuing to please Song Hengjue, "Mr. Song, you also said it was last year. Our company has been reformed this year and is absolutely qualified. You can Send experts to test.”

"Mr. Pan is not my first choice," Song Hengjue was embarrassed. The two men in front of him were heartbroken, but he turned another corner, "But for Miss Qiao's sake, I can trust you once and bring you with me tomorrow." Come to our company to discuss cooperation with your contract."

Pan Zhen was ecstatic in his heart and nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Song has vision, and we will definitely not betray Mr. Song's trust."

Song Hengjue nodded, then put down his chopsticks and picked up his phone: "I'm going to the bathroom."

He opened the door to the private room and walked outside. Before he even reached the bathroom, he met a pair of leisurely eyes.