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

Yang Qingheng didn't know how many times he looked at the watch inside his sleeve, and his expression no longer looked as cheerful as it was at first.

Mr. Xu frowned and felt a little confused.

I had already reminded Song Hengjue yesterday that according to his nature, he would only come early and not be late.

Putting a smile on Yang Qingheng's face: "Comrade Yang, my little brother is always on time. I didn't expect that he would come so late today. Something happened in his family recently. Maybe he was tripped up by things at home. Why don't you stop?" etc?"

The appointment was made at ten o'clock, but no one could be seen at twelve o'clock. Yang Qingheng felt that it was necessary to re-examine this cooperation. A person who didn't even have a sense of time would not have any spirit of contract. She could trust Mr. Xu. , she can’t trust this person. If he takes her money and runs away, who will she find to reason with.

"No, I have something to do later. Let's talk about cooperation next time." She shook her head and stood up.

If Yang Qingheng was not brought in as a shareholder this time, the production line would have to stop production. Xu Erye was anxious and secretly scolded Song Hengjue several times. When facing Yang Qingheng, he shamelessly apologized: "Comrade Yang, this time it's really It's because I didn't arrange it properly enough. Look, you're here too. Otherwise, let's talk about your recent batch of cloth bags. It just so happens that I have a new batch of tea here. You are discerning, so give it to me to taste. How about trying this tea?"

Turning around to pick up the tea leaves carefully wrapped in tinfoil in the cabinet, Mr. Xu's face twisted for a moment.

He took off the Dahongpao that someone brought back from other provinces and was reluctant to drink it twice a week, but now he had to bear the pain and give it to Yang Qingheng to drink.

I hope that boy Song Hengjue will come soon, otherwise his big red robe will be in vain.

Big red pouch? When Yang Qingheng heard the name, he paused. He knew that Mr. Xu had spent a lot of money this time. After all, the two of them would cooperate in the future, and he was willing to give him a face. So he sat down, looked at his watch, and said generously: "That's okay. I'll stay for another half hour, it won't work any longer, I must go back before one o'clock."

Before she came out today, she agreed to go back to bring food to Yao Ying at noon. She was afraid that the old lady would not take a nap and would wait for her to go back.

Mr. Xu laughed and couldn't stop looking out the door.

Just as the tea was brewing, there was a panic outside the door. Mr. Xu was startled. After all, he was well-informed. He grabbed Yang Qingheng's wrist and pushed her to hide in the water tank.

"The Industrial and Commercial Bureau is here, you go in and hide first."

Yang Qingheng suddenly remembered that Tang Bainian had told her to pay attention before, and she felt a little panicked.

It had only been a few days since the last inspection, and they were inspected again. It was so frequent, maybe the higher-ups were already targeting their city.

There was darkness before his eyes, and not long after, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Tuk tuk tuk" "Commercial and Industrial Bureau, open the door!"

Mr. Xu threw a teacup on the table under the bed, lit a cigarette, slowly opened the door, and said in a strong local accent: "Industrial and Commercial Bureau? What are you doing at my house?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just answer whatever I ask." The leader's gaze swept around the house.

Yang Qingheng was holding his breath in the water tank. He could clearly feel a line of sight sweeping towards him, like a ray of light on his back, and the hairs on his hair stood up.

"Did you see any suspicious people around during this time?"

Mr. Xu pressed the cigarette in his hand against the door and put it out. He scratched his head and said as honestly as a quail: "What you are saying is that there is such a big movement outside. I am not deaf. How can I not hear it?"

The leader snorted coldly: "You know someone is doing illegal business here, but you don't report the knowledge. Do you have national interests in mind? If you don't have correct ideas, you are a lackey who supports Western capitalism and a traitor! I will arrest you tomorrow." Get up and criticize!"

He stretched his hand forward, and the two people behind him understood. They rushed forward and pressed Mr. Xu's face hard against the wooden door.

Several people bared their teeth and claws, making Mr. Xu's face hurt from the pressure.

His expression changed, revealing the panic typical of honest people: "Brothers, what you are saying is that those people outside are so vicious. How dare I, a small commoner, go against them... You... you said that, then what I just said was wrong. Yes, I didn’t hear anything outside.”

The leader originally wanted to intimidate him to help arrest people and identify their faces, but he unexpectedly changed his mind!

This big fool!

He was so angry that he clenched his teeth, but he was surrounded by subordinates. He didn't want to ruin his image. He took a deep breath and swallowed his anger.

He ordered the two people behind him: "You two, search this place."

Yang Qingheng held her breath, her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her throat, and the strong smell of fermented pickled cabbage around her made her brain lack oxygen.

"Creak." It was the sound of opening the cabinet.

"Pfft." It was the sound of lifting the quilt.

Footsteps approached one after another: "What's in here?"

Mr. Xu smiled naively: "It's the sauerkraut I made a few days ago. I finally carried it back from the countryside. I stepped on it several times with my feet. It's firm and must be delicious. If any of the officials want to try it, Feel free to take it, as long as you don’t dislike it, treat it as a gift from me..."

The man was halfway through lifting the lid, and heard that it was stepped on by his feet. His stomach was churning, and he almost vomited. He closed the lid hard, and his face turned livid: "Who wants your pickled cabbage!"

"Let's go." The leader strode outside.

Mr. Xu exclaimed: "I haven't done anything, why are you taking me away?"

"Anyone in this black market may be a traitor to the development of capitalism, and you are no exception. Go to the police station and tell the police about you!" The escort shouted loudly and hit him on the head with a hammer.

The lid was closed, and Yang Qingheng tightly covered her mouth and her chest for the rest of her life. The sour smell in the jar made saline solution flow out of her eyes uncontrollably, and her vision became blurry.

Soft, what?

Yang Qingheng reached down and touched it, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart. The next second, a pair of green eyes met hers.

The mouse in his hand made a squeaking sound. Yang Qingheng tightened his scalp and reached out to pinch its mouth, but it was too late.

Just hearing a cat meow in her ears, the dark vat suddenly lit up. A big orange cat opened the lid, snatched the little mouse from her hand, and walked away majestically with cat steps.

Several people outside the door turned around, and the scene was deathly silent.

Mr. Xu turned his head stiffly.

Yang Qingheng:......

Daju moved first.

The leader of the men sneered, his eyes wandered over the two of them, as if he understood something, and waved his hand: "Catch them all."

Yang Qingheng also knew that he couldn't run away this time, so he strode over without waiting for them to catch him. His level of cooperation made several people silent for a moment.

The two of them were escorted to the car. Only when they looked around did they realize that there were people everywhere outside, and at least thirty of them had been arrested.

Yang Qingheng's heart felt cold. It seemed that he was under strict investigation this time.

When she opened the car door and saw another man being escorted inside, her eyebrows jumped.

Isn't this the stupid guy that Xu Erye sent to help her sell bags? He said that this person is not smart enough and will be caught sooner or later. He was caught this time.

Yang Qingheng had a headache, but what made her feel a little more at ease was that this stupid big guy was really sitting in the car honestly, not making contact with them at all, as if he didn't know them at all.

Mr. Xu raised his eyebrows proudly: I just said this guy wouldn't betray us.

Yang Qingheng glanced sideways at him, lowered his head and sat down without saying a word.

The car quickly arrived at the police station. Yang Qingheng looked outside and saw that this was not the police station in Xishan Town. He was really walking into an acquaintance's home. His face was burning, and he felt embarrassed after realizing it.

However, the more they didn't want something to happen, the more it would happen. As soon as they entered the police station, they met Tang Bainian who was about to go out.