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

However, things backfired and the woman showed no mercy.

Yang Qingheng smiled bitterly in his heart. Today's luck is really unusual. It seems that he should study the almanac carefully next time he goes out.

The two were escorted out of the warehouse door.

"What's going on?" Zhou Shuwen walked straight into the factory, saw Yang Qingheng's face clearly, and strode towards this side.

The team leader was furious: "These two people wanted to buy and sell public goods privately, but I caught them on the spot!"

Not only was he caught, but he also met an acquaintance. He was really scared to death of meeting a funeral mourner. He was so unlucky that Yang Qingheng's face turned red with embarrassment and he didn't dare to look at Zhou Shuwen at all.

Zhou Shuwen chuckled softly: "Xiao Li, you misunderstood. This is not a private transaction. This girl is my friend. I told her about buying fabrics. I'm sorry for not telling you clearly in advance and doing this." An oolong."

"Oh, you told me earlier. If you introduced her, I would definitely pick her up myself." The team leader quickly laughed.

Zhou Shuwen shook her head: "No need to trouble you, you take the masters to check the machine first, and I will entertain her myself."

Pointing at Yang Qingheng: "Qingheng, please go to the office with me to talk."

Yang Qingheng bravely followed him.

If it were someone else, she could use the excuse of the village's collective economy as an excuse. Zhou Shuwen knew her well and was not easy to fool.

Before she could think of a reason, Zhou Shuwen suddenly closed the office door.

"The bags you gave me here were all made by you, right? Are you selling those on the black market?"

Yang Qingheng's heartbeat stopped: "I..."

"Why are you so panicked? We are all old friends." Zhou Shuwen couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Qingheng touched her nose: "Don't you think it's bad for me to do this?"

Everyone is very concerned about speculation, so why is she so calm?

"Everyone has their own way of life. You set up a small market without harming the interests of customers. Why do I feel bad about it?" Zhou Shuwen poured her a glass of water. "Besides, this kind of day will probably not be long."

She spoke cryptically, but Yang Qingheng, a reborn person, understood it immediately.

I was surprised, how could Zhou Shuwen know this?

But when I thought about Tang Bainian saying that his aunt was from the capital, I didn't think it was strange.

Judging from Zhou Shuwen's conversation, the family must have at least some background, and they may have heard some rumors.

Zhou Shuwen stood up with a key: "We don't care much about the discarded fabrics. In the past, they were handed over to the team leaders of each group. You can ask for as much as you want."

Yang Qingheng hesitated: "Is it really not going to cause you any trouble?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Zhou Shuwen said helplessly, "Go and see what kind of material you want."

Yang Qingheng smiled gratefully and followed quickly.

As soon as the door of the warehouse was opened, Yang Qingheng's jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock: "This...are these all abandoned?"

The fabric here looks much larger than before, and the material looks much better than what I saw just now.

"Yes, they are all leftover from recent cutting. Just take them." Zhou Shuwen nodded.

Yang Qingheng was cautious: "What's the price of this scrap cloth?"

"Of course it's the same as the one you just saw. It costs one yuan per pound. You can transport it yourself, but you must avoid people." Zhou Shuwen said gently.

Yang Qingheng's heart was beating fast. If she could use this fabric, she wouldn't have to worry about the subsequent raw materials, and her cost could be reduced by at least half!

"Aunt Zhou, thank you very much." She smiled sincerely.

Zhou Shuwen waved her hand: "I don't need to be so polite, but I want to make a request to you."

"You said it." Yang Qingheng stood up straight, like a primary school student listening to instructions.

"No matter what, ensure your own safety as soon as possible."

Yang Qingheng was stunned. He didn't expect that this was what she said, and felt a little warm in his heart: "Okay."

"Okay, it will get dark if you don't go back." Zhou Shuwen personally took her to the factory gate before going back.

As soon as Yang Qingheng came home, she went straight to Sun's sister-in-law's house.

"Qingheng, what brings you here?" Sister-in-law Sun's heart skipped a beat when she saw her running in in a hurry. Her first thought was that something happened in the black market.

Yang Qingheng suddenly smiled: "It's a good thing."

Sister-in-law Sun breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but be curious: "What a good thing it must be for you to say it is a good thing."

You must know that this is a person who will lend out more than a thousand yuan without blinking an eye.

Yang Qingheng pulled her to sit down: "Didn't I tell you before that the fabric produced by Liu Qing is not enough to support the two markets?"

"Could it be that..." Sister-in-law Sun was beaming with excitement.

Yang Qingheng chuckled: "Yes, I have found the source of the goods, but I only trust you in this matter, so you must handle it carefully and ensure nothing goes wrong."

Zhou Shuwen didn't say anything, but she knew that if one day the matter was revealed, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau would follow the clues and trace her bag to Zhou Shuwen.

People have helped her so much, so she must do a good job of concealment and not implicate others. This is a basic sense of morality.

Sister-in-law Sun was flattered and quickly promised: "As you say, I will do my best to do it."

"Starting today, I will leave it to you and Brother Xingnong to transport the goods. The labor fee is four hundred a month. Once the cloth is delivered, it is not allowed to be transported directly to your home. I will give you an address at that time and put it there. I will transfer it to my home in a few days. In addition, I have told Liu Qing's mother-in-law that she is allowed to make bags at home at the same price as you. Thank you for your help and you can teach her someday when you have time." Yang Qingheng said.

Sister-in-law Sun nodded.

Yang Qingheng told her again and explained some details before going back.

There are actually four hundred!

Song Xingnong was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Song Hengjue didn't marry a daughter-in-law. He clearly invited a God of Wealth home to support her."

"No matter how good he is, he doesn't know how to cherish it," Sister-in-law Sun spat, "He doesn't know what is good and what is evil!"

The married man was away from home for three days, leaving his wife on the doorstep in the middle of the night. Even if she had a dog, she would come home from time to time, but he didn't care at all.

Song Xingnong originally wanted to persuade her not to interfere in the couple's relationship, but when he thought of Yang Qingheng's recent status in his wife's heart, he shut his mouth.

If he retorts now, this woman can knock his head off.

"Okay, stop scolding. The more you talk, the angrier you get. Let's eat first." He took Sister-in-law Sun's arm and pushed her to the chair.

Yang Qingheng thought of the blisters she got from carrying water today, so she went directly to the woods before it got dark.

Pick some purslane and apply it on it, otherwise the pain will make you unable to walk tomorrow.

The outside of the forest has long been planted with cassava and other crops by villagers. There are too many traces of human activities, and wild animals generally do not come out here to forage.

Yang Qingheng looked for two carefully and was about to go out when he suddenly heard two familiar voices coming from outside.

"Gu Yi, when will you marry me?"

Gu Yi hesitated for a few seconds: "Why are you saying this all of a sudden, Xiuxiu, I don't have the ability to give you a good life now. Let's slow down the marriage first, okay? I don't want you to suffer with me."

Yang Qingheng squatted in the grass, with a sneer on his lips.

Why didn't she find out in her previous life that these two people were always together?

Gu Yi kept it secret so well, even if he had three boats, he wouldn't be afraid of drowning.

Yang Qingheng only regrets that she doesn't have a voice recorder or camera now, otherwise she would definitely take pictures of these two people and let Gu Yi's fiancée see what he is!

Listening to the pair of wild mandarin ducks outside hesitating and making various strange noises, Yang Qingheng's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

The mosquito bites made her itchy at night, but she did not dare to act rashly.

There are two people outside now. If she rushes out now, she won't be sending them up to press them to the ground and rub them.

Fortunately for Gu Yi, he only has a face that can be seen, so he is useless.

Within an hour, the two of them walked out tiredly.

Yang Qingheng squatted for several more minutes before she couldn't bear it anymore and ran out from the grass.

He couldn't wait to rush out of the forest, and just met Song Hengjue's eyes outside.

The insightful look in her eyes made her feel a little guilty for no reason. Yang Qingheng coughed dryly and avoided his gaze: "Why are you back today? Do you want to go back for dinner together?"

He shouldn't have seen it, right?

"I'll go to Erniu's house to eat." Song Hengjue refused coldly.

Yang Qingheng was dissatisfied: "You go to other people's houses to eat every day, and you are only a few steps away from your own home. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Does he know that everyone is gossiping now, saying that she is a shrew, and that he, a grown man, is so scared by her that he dare not go home?

Song Hengjue glanced at her lightly and said in a mocking tone: "Of course I can't compare to you. I just go to other people's homes to eat, but you are different. You like to hear about other people's wild mandarin ducks..."

Sure enough he saw it!

Yang Qingheng's face was as hot as boiling an egg, and she glared at him fiercely: "I didn't mean to listen, why did you mention this?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to squat in the grass, I didn't mean to come here." Song Hengjue glared coldly.

Yang Qingheng suddenly remembered why he came to collect herbs today, laughed angrily, and threw a handful of herbs in his face: "Song Hengjue, your mother said a few days ago that you were born with a defect, do you know."

Song Hengjue pulled the herb off his face: "What?"

"Your biggest flaw is that you have an open mouth, so you can't pry it open when something happens, and you can't mute even with any medicine."

Give him a blank look, turn around and leave.

Song Hengjue's face darkened, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then walked home.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Yao Ying, who was choosing vegetables in the courtyard, was shocked: "Oh, where is this beggar?"

Song Hengjue said helplessly: "Mom."

"I haven't seen anyone for a day and a half, but I saw him when I was eating. I don't have a beggar son like you." Yao Ying sneered, not giving him a good look.