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

Turning to look at Liu Qing: "Sister Liu, I would like to ask when do you plan to come back to work?"

Speaking of this, Yang Qingheng touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

It's a bit rude to urge someone to work when their child has just been discharged from the hospital, but there is no one else she can use except Sister Liu and Sister-in-law Sun.

Liu Qing chuckled and looked very happy: "Xiao Qi is almost healed. I can go back and set up a stall tomorrow."

She didn't forget that she still owed Yang Qingheng a large sum of money, and her son had to keep up with the follow-up nutritional supplements, so she hoped that she could go back to set up a stall more quickly than Yang Qingheng.

"Okay, then I'll give you a big red envelope tomorrow," Yang Qingheng smiled heartily and discussed, "How about you go to the new market in Songshan?"

Liu Qing nodded: "Of course."

Something touched her heart. Songshan was further away from here, with almost no one who knew her, and it was safer. Yang Qingheng was planning for her safety.

Yang Qingheng nodded with satisfaction and explained some details to her before going out.

Hearing from Sister-in-law Sun that she found a shortcut when delivering goods, Yang Qingheng simply walked in the direction she said.

Passing through a forest, there was a large highway in sight. Not far away, she could faintly see the fork in the road where she came from.

Yang Qingheng was attracted by the building next to him.

There is actually a factory here!

After hesitating, he walked over and saw two masters pulling a cart out. Inside was a cart of scraps of fabric! Yang Qingheng strode forward to stop the two of them, rolled his eyes, and asked politely: "Uncle, are these discarded fabrics from your factory going to be sold or processed?"

The old master looked at her and said, "Processing? What can be done with such rags? It's going to be sold."

Yang Qingheng felt happy and suppressed the joy on her face: "Then can I buy some?"

"Haha, these are all reserved by others. Do you want it?" The uncle waved his hand and left.

Yang Qingheng hurriedly followed and took out a red envelope from the bag. When he saw no one around, he stuffed it into his hand: "Uncle, do you have any left? Can you sell some to me?"

The two men looked at each other, and the man who had been silent just now waved to Yang Qingheng: "Follow me."

The two of them turned directly in from a small door on the side. The rusty warehouse door was filled with fabrics.

"Hurry up and pretend, then leave."

Yang Qingheng's face was full of joy, and she nodded repeatedly, but did not take action. Instead, she discussed with him: "In the future, when you sell fabrics, can you sell me a hundred catties?"

The man was about to shake his head.

Yang Qingheng added: "Two yuan and a pound."

The factory sells one piece for one piece. If he can sell it for two yuan and a half per catty, doesn’t that mean he can earn one yuan and a half per catty!

"Okay." The man agreed.

Anyway, this rag strip factory is not strictly controlled. When the time comes, they will sell less to the group leader's relatives and they won't know. The payment can be matched and he has made money again, so why not do it.

Yang Qingheng was happy and was about to put it in a bag when an angry shout came from behind him: "What are you doing!"

The man was shocked: "Team leader, why are you here?"

Yang Qingheng was a little embarrassed when he was caught doing bad things. He put down the bag in his hand and stared at the strange woman in front of him.

I hope this team leader will not call the police, otherwise she will not only be embarrassed, but she may even end up in the police station for a few days.

Buying and selling public property privately is no small matter.

"Brother Security, please arrest the two of you and take them to the police station!"