Wanjin Lady

Chapter 48 Third Cousin

The child was holding a small stone in his hand, his face was red, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he looked very cute with his chubby face.

Wen Wan's heart melted, and she wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. The little boy was embarrassed and explained to himself: "Oh, Rong'er is as dirty as a cat. Don't dirty the handkerchief of Shopkeeper Wen."

Wen Wan smiled and asked, "Has your mother been busy all night?"

The little boy nodded and said in an exaggerated tone, stretching out his chubby hands and gesturing in the air, "Mom said she is making a lot of money! I can't disturb her, I will be a good boy and play by myself."

Wen Wan teased him, "Did your mother tell you what you're going to do after you make money?"

The young boy clenched his fists, his face twisted. "Mom said she would send me to school! Rong'er also wants to take the imperial examination and become the top scholar! Rong'er wants Dad to bring Mom back to the An family in a grand ceremony! Rong'er will send someone to slap Aunt Lin in the face! Tell her not to bully my mom anymore!"

Wen Wan's heart trembled, and she suddenly didn't know what to say.

After a while, she patted An Zhongrong's tender shoulders and said with a smile, "Your mother will be very busy these days. You have to remind her to eat on time and not to overwork herself."

After going around in circles, Wen Wan went to see Old Man Wen.

The cups and plates on Wen Weiming's table were still there, and two cups of tea were steaming, obviously he had just entertained guests.

As for who this guest was, Wen Wan naturally knew it in her heart.

Old man Zhang Jiping is slow to report for duty but quick to complain.

Wen Wan smiled and walked over to sit down. "Has Master Zhang been here?"

Unlike Zhang Jiping who looked angry and jumpy, Wenwan's eyes were calm and she was not in a hurry. It was obvious that she did not suffer any loss in the first round of fighting with the master chef.

As the saying goes, a new emperor appoints new ministers. Those old men might be loyal to him, Wen Weiming, but they wouldn't necessarily support Wen Wan. Wen Wan, a young woman, couldn't control the old men in the winery. Wen Weiming had anticipated this.

But he didn't expect that this girl would drastically lay off most of the employees in the winery right from the start, and even had the audacity to target Zhang Jiping. This step... was a bit too fast.

Now, there’s nothing we can do about Wen Weiming.

The father and daughter had nothing to hide. Wen Weiming had been seriously ill, but his mind was clearer than before. "Girl, are you planning to attack Master Zhang?"

Wen Wan's eyes were blazing, "Dad, Zhang Jiping must leave."

"Because he smokes a pipe?"

Wen Wan smiled, "What else can we expect from someone who can't even hold his ground? Not to mention that the Wen family is currently struggling financially and can't afford to support a distinguished guest like him."

Wen Weiming sighed deeply, his eyes drained of energy. He and Zhang Jiping had worked together for many years, but now they were parting ways. With that said, there were only a few of the old friends left who had once fought alongside him.

How could he not know about Zhang Jiping's old illness?
It’s just that...the Wen family used to be prosperous and wealthy, so he didn’t want to offend anyone for such a small thing.

"The dismissal of the master chef from the workshop is a serious matter. If you really force Master Zhang to leave, the rumors will be very unfavorable to you."

There was no fear on the young lady's frail and pale face, and her eyes became increasingly dark and deep.

"Father, only the mediocre and the weak are afraid of rumors."

Wen Weiming stood there in a daze.

He was deeply shocked and remained silent for a long time.

"However, if the rumor involves the winery, my daughter will also consider it carefully."

Seeing that Father Wen looked gloomy, Wen Wan was afraid that her drastic reforms would cause opposition from the chairman, so she softened her tone. "Don't worry, Father. I won't fire Master Zhang. But if he insists on leaving, I won't stop him."

Forcing old employees to resign is something she is good at.

Reassignment, pay cuts, isolation and suppression, psychological manipulation based on age and ability—there's always one that suits our Master Zhang's constitution. Wen Weiming vaguely sensed that his daughter… seemed harmless on the surface, but perhaps had a dark side.

Exactly the same as his son-in-law who married into the family!
Just looks honest!

stop.

Since we have decided to slowly hand over the winery business to Wen Wan, we have to take it out for a walk to see whether it is a mule or a horse.

This serious illness sounded the alarm for Wen Weiming. He had to help Wen Wan get back on her feet as soon as possible! While he was still around and there were still people who could help Wen Wan, he had to make sure Wen Wan had the ability to face the storm on her own.

But at the moment, Old Man Wen was very suspicious.

This girl... needs his help?

"Since you already know what's going on, I only have one request. Master Zhang has been with me for over a decade and has made tremendous contributions to the winery. Let him go with dignity."

"Of course." Wen Wan agreed readily, but added in her heart: If he doesn't want to be decent, she also has a way to make him decent.

Seeing that Old Man Wen was hesitant to speak, Wen Wan teased him, "Dad, why don't you ask me how I plan to liquidate the inventory?"

Why doesn’t Wen Weiming want to ask?
When Zhang Jiping talked about this matter today, he was already very anxious.

But he was determined to be gentle, and also had a slight intention of testing her depth, so he sat in front of his daughter like an old monk, quite calm, "Since I've entrusted it to you, then you will be fully responsible. Your father trusts you."

Wen Wan smiled softly, "My daughter is very busy, and you can't be idle either. You have to keep in touch with Shopkeeper Zhu. Go to him and cry about your poverty more often, and lure out the person behind the scenes as soon as possible. Since we are going to kill the pig, we have to hold it down first."

Father Wen scolded her, "You have no respect for your parents, you keep calling me piggy all the time. It almost makes me think of the scene of slaughtering pigs when I see Shopkeeper Zhu now!"

"Oh no." Wen Wan rubbed her head. Adhering to the principle that a chicken is no match for its parents, she made a request to Old Man Wen with a playful smile, "Isn't this because I'm worried that you'll get sick from being idle at home? You're in good health now, and you're only fifty years old. It's a good age to venture out into the world—"

The conversation ended with Wen Wan laughing.

However, seeing that Old Man Wen now had a rosy complexion and was full of energy, Wen Wan felt relieved.

well.

I will use a small whip to whip your cock hard from now on!

It's not shameful to live off your parents.

After dealing with Zhang Jiping's matter, Wen Wan remembered that Zhao Heng was still training the guys at the winery. She was also worried about clearing out the winery's inventory, so she called Lu Ping and Hong Mei, hitched up the carriage and headed to the outskirts of the city.

When passing by a bookstore, Wen Wan noticed that Zhao Heng had nothing to do on weekdays and was worried that he would be bored at home, so she stopped the carriage and prepared to buy him some books to relieve his boredom.

She is such a lovely and virtuous wife.

Sometimes she really wanted to marry herself.

It was already dusk, and yellow paper lanterns were hung high in front of the bookstore, but the shop was deserted.

Wen Wan thought about buying some more paper and pens, which would be useful when clearing out the inventory in a few days, so she started walking around the bookstore.

I went up to the second floor and searched carefully. I wanted to find some travel notes or novels for Zhao Heng, but I met Qi Guili when I turned the corner of the bookshelf.

The two met head-on and were both a little surprised.

They happened to be at the last row of bookshelves, and the path was narrow, making it difficult to give way. Wen Wan had no intention of avoiding them, and when she saw someone she knew, she greeted them openly, "Long time no see, third cousin."

(End of this chapter)