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

Chen Nian was so angry that his vision went dark.

He Qinqin laughed out loud.

This old school is famous for its strong chauvinism and bullying. Last time, it even punished a girl to go to the boys' toilet to clean it. She said that boys have not been doing this since ancient times. She has long disliked this bullshit teacher!

Du Ling couldn't help but smile a little on his usually serious face, looking at Yang Qingheng with admiration.

She now has no regrets at all about fighting with the principal to let the student come back to class.

Although her grades are not good, even she, a teacher, has to admire her straightforward character.

Chen Nian shook his body and fell directly to the ground.

Everyone was shocked.

He Qinqin's face turned pale: "Is this going to make him faint?"

Du Ling hesitated and opened his mouth: "Everyone, please help Teacher Chen to a nearby health center." It would be terrible if someone died.

Yang Qingheng stumbled and stepped on Chen Nian, and apologized in a panic: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

With a howl like a killing pig, Chen Nian clutched his calf and grinned in pain, his eyes full of saline solution.

"Since you're fine, go to the penalty stand. I'll supervise you personally, so that Teacher Chen doesn't faint and has no one to help him." Cheng Kai's words stopped Chen Nian's thoughts of leaving halfway.

Watching the two people leave, the scene suddenly became lively.

"When did you become Cheng Kai's eldest brother? You're so awesome!" He Qinqin's eyes lit up and she wanted to rush up, hug Yang Qingheng and scream, "Can't you walk sideways in school from now on!"

Yang Qingheng helplessly held up her forehead: "Still walking sideways, I'm not a crab."

As for why it was not a good thing to be a big brother and sit in a detention center, she couldn't tell her.

Others looked over in shock and a little confused.

Yang Qingheng is such a cute girl, will she become the gangster leader of their school in the future?

This world is too strange.

Yang Qingheng was surrounded by a group of people asking him what he was like. He was so annoyed that he couldn't help it. As soon as get out of class was over in the evening, he grabbed his bag and ran to the black market.

black market.

"Second Master, Boss Yang is here." When the younger brother saw Yang Qingheng coming, he quickly shouted inside.

Mr. Xu quickly stood up and said, "Let her come in." There was no trace of his usual calmness in his eager look.

Yang Qingheng nodded, opened the door and went in. He bent his eyes at Second Master Xu: "Second Master, you have been waiting for me for a long time."

"Soon, soon." Mr. Xu poured tea for her himself without any complaints.

This woman has made him more than a thousand dollars in a month during this period. She is not a partner, she is clearly the God of Wealth who comes to send money. Not to mention making him wait for an hour or two, even if she makes him wait for a few days, he will not do anything. Don't dare to have an opinion.

Mr. Xu has always admired capable people.

Yang Qingheng directly took the envelope from his hand and stuffed it into his bag without taking it out to count.

Mr. Xu saw this and thought to himself: "Comrade Yang, how about you give us an extra batch of bags next month? Those before were really not enough to sell."

I thought it was a business that would make a profit without losing any money. Yang Qingheng would agree without hesitation. Unexpectedly, she shook her head: "Master Xu, let me tell you the truth. It's not that I won't add goods to you. Our goods are really nervous."

Mr. Xu was disappointed, but he still refused to give up. He begged, "Can't you add a hundred more? Your batch of bags are really selling well, but they are always out of stock at the end of the month."

"No one needs to be added." Yang Qingheng shook his head firmly.

There are only three people helping to make bags now, and Sister-in-law Sun also has to take care of shipping goods, so they are too busy at all.

If she wanted to recruit people to sew bags, she wouldn't be able to find anyone she could trust for a while. She would rather earn less than take risks.

The Industrial and Commercial Bureau arresting people is no joke these days, and Yang Qingheng doesn't want to go to jail yet.

She suddenly remembered something: "Remember to replace the stall keeper. He is not smart enough. If he is caught, we will all be implicated."

She was still frightened by what happened last time. Fortunately, Tang Bainian was there at the time, otherwise she would have been in jail now.

Moreover, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau has been conducting strict inspections recently. The venue of their black market has been changed twice. It is always right to be cautious.

Mr. Xu shook his head and said firmly: "Don't think Shuisheng is not clever enough. He is loyal and will never betray others. I think it is more worry-free to use him."

Yang Qingheng frowned, a little unhappy.

Mr. Xu sighed: "The boy's parents are gone. He has several younger brothers and sisters waiting for dinner and studying. Comrade Yang, please be accommodating. Don't worry, I guarantee it with my own head. If When something happens, we will never implicate you."

After Yang Qingheng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't say anything else. He only gave a few instructions and went outside.

After still going to his stall to take a look, Yang Qingheng bought the food and went outside.

"Song Hengjue, buy this for me." A familiar voice came to his ears, and Yang Qingheng turned to look over.

Xu Lan compared herself with a skirt and spoke coquettishly to Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously took a step back: "Speak carefully!"

"Isn't it nice for me to speak like this?" Xu Lan's eyes flickered and she curled her lips.

The flirting between the two fell into the eyes of Yang Qingheng not far away. She couldn't help but sneered and looked at Song Hengjue's reaction.

"Does this skirt look better or this one?" Xu Lan compared her body.

Song Hengjue: "I don't know."

Xu Lan was reluctant: "No, you have to choose one."

Song Hengjue frowned and neatly paid for two dresses.

The stall owner smiled from ear to ear, picked out the nice ones and said, "Granny, you really love your wife. You two are such a golden boy, they look so well matched."

Golden boy? A good match? young married woman?

Yang Qingheng's face was dark. After waiting for more than ten seconds for Song Hengjue's explanation, he suddenly laughed angrily and rushed forward with a lunge.