Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 457 My Girlfriend in White Stockings (5K)

After securing funding, Zeng Wenjie dispatched his team to four top-tier cities—Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen—to scout locations. They have already reached preliminary agreements on store openings and are about to launch them.

Other provincial capitals are also under consideration, but those that are too remote will not be considered for the time being.

The first batch will definitely be operated under a direct-sales model. Only after achieving success will franchising be opened on a large scale.

Thanks to the collaboration between Snack Panic and The Voice of China, Zeng Wenjie has no worries about business not booming, an advantage that other stores cannot match.

Furthermore, all the variety shows that will be launched by the provincial TV station in Chongqing will be linked with Snack Panic.

In this area alone, Ling Shi Hen Huang has already crushed all the other copycats.

The snack market is huge, and Zeng Wenjie certainly can't eat it all by himself. He just needs to ensure that each store is profitable and can suppress other brand stores.

What China has no shortage of is counterfeit goods.

Following an exclusive interview with CCTV and a series of reports in collaboration with Tencent, Zeng Wenjie has become a nationally renowned college student entrepreneur.

Therefore, his snack business model could not be kept secret, and capital had already entered the market and begun to imitate him.

Just like the series of events launched by Marlene, many other brands copied them and made a fortune, but Marlene carved out a path for herself and established a firm foothold in the jewelry industry, which is full of luxury brands.

Zeng Wenjie only needs to open the "Snack Panic" franchise stores one by one and then gradually cover a city with them. It will be unlikely that those copycats will be able to make money as happily as they do now.

The more profitable aspect will undoubtedly be the already integrated supply chain. With stores springing up everywhere, supply alone will be a major undertaking.

Those high-and-mighty brand-name snack manufacturers will eventually have to lower their heads and speak to him in a humble manner.

After Zeng Wenjie left Fengyuan, he convened a meeting with the "Snack Panic" team.

As veterans, Ye Qiansheng, Fu Qianzhu, and others naturally attended the meeting.

The meeting was very long, lasting a full three hours. Zeng Wenjie was so thirsty and dizzy that his mouth went dry.

After the meeting ended, Ye Qiansheng muttered, "We should have let Ye Yixuan come and listen to the meeting, to see if she still dares to say that selling snacks has no future."

Zeng Wenjie said, "They are siblings after all. What grudge could there be? Why hold such a grudge against Sister Xuan?"

Ye Qiansheng snorted coldly and said, "Who told her to look down on me? Now I'm a tycoon with nearly ten million in assets, much richer than her."

Zeng Wenjie said with a half-smile, "If Sister Xuan wants to be richer than you, she can do it in just one day."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiansheng opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and said, "That makes sense, but it's immoral."

Zeng Wenjie quipped, "Those who lack morality earn even more."

"..."

Ye Qiansheng glared at the capitalist dog and sneered, "Next time you come to my house for dinner, I'll say those words to the old man verbatim and see how he reacts."

Thinking of the unfathomable Ye Ling, Zeng Wenjie's lips twitched. He hadn't expected that this foolish little brother could find a way to counter him so quickly!
Damn it, I'm making him call me brother-in-law on the spot!
Ok?
Why call him brother-in-law?
Sister Xuan is a respected and admired older sister. This is just a joke! Absolutely!

"I fucking heard you offered a Japanese devil an annual salary of two hundred thousand US dollars!" Ye Qiansheng suddenly said in a cold voice.

Having served in the military, he would undoubtedly have strong negative feelings about this matter.

Zeng Wenjie calmly said, "I spent two hundred thousand US dollars to have a Japanese devil work like a slave for me, producing high-quality games that far surpass those produced in Japan. Are you going to honor me as a national hero?"

Ye Qiansheng was about to explode when he heard this and gasped. He felt that what he said made a lot of sense, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense!

Asking the Japanese to fight against Japan?
interesting!
Ye Qiansheng said, "Alright, I agree with you. My dad said he'd like to invite you to dinner sometime."

Ye Qiansheng had acquired shares in Ling Shi Hen Huang, and now that Ling Shi Hen Huang had received financing, those shares were very valuable. Naturally, the old man felt he should treat Zeng Wenjie to a meal to thank him for his support of Ye Qiansheng.

Given his relationship with Ye Yixuan, the influence of the Ye family, and the fact that Ye Qiansheng was a top-tier employee, Zeng Wenjie gave him 10% of the shares.

By binding Ye Qiansheng, they also bound Ye Yixuan and Ye Ling's influence.

After a busy day, Zeng Wenjie treated everyone to dinner, but he didn't participate in the gathering. Instead, he went back to Zeng Xiangdong's rented apartment.

Zeng Xiangdong went back to his hometown to collect gold, leaving the rented house vacant.

Zeng Wenjie washed the rice and cooked it. He took out the roast meat that had been air-freighted from Shenzhen, cut it up, and heated it in the microwave, waiting for Mu Qingyang to come over for dinner.

He had contacted Mu Qingyang in the morning, but company matters kept him away, so they could only arrange to meet at dinner time.

Thinking of the roast meats I brought from Shenzhen, I decided to cook a meal at home. The environment was quiet and cozy enough, and no one would bother me.

After the aroma of rice filled the air, Zeng Wenjie turned off the rice cooker and waited for the steam to subside before opening the lid.

I quickly made a seaweed and egg drop soup, arranged the roast meats I bought on a plate, and that was it!

Not long after, the sound of the door opening came.

Little Mu, dressed up in a flash, made a dazzling appearance. Today she had a new hairstyle, with wispy bangs and a bun. She was wearing a very girly beige dress, and surprisingly, she was also wearing white over-the-knee socks.
Hehe, white stockings... I see white stockings again... hehe.

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but stare intently at the absolute territory, feeling even more strongly that the person who invented over-the-knee socks deserved to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!
"I smell a familiar scent from home!" Mu Qingyang exclaimed excitedly as soon as he entered the room, practically pressing his nose to the ground.

“You guessed right! I specially brought back a roast meat set meal from Shenzhen, just waiting for you to try it!” Zeng Wenjie said.

Mu Qingyang immediately ran to the dining table and said, "It smells so good! If we had another bowl of seafood porridge, we would really have something to eat."

Zeng Wenjie said, "I've cooked rice. If you want porridge, would you like someone from the seafood market to send it over?"

Mu Qingyang shook his head and said, "Then let's eat rice! The rice you cook is definitely better than seafood porridge."

Zeng Wenjie never cooks. The last time Mu Qingyang made longevity noodles for his birthday, he had to roll out the dough himself, which made him look quite disheveled.

Zeng Wenjie was much more relaxed today. He basically used ready-made products. For soup, he just added some water, salt, MSG, and scallions.

However, by Mu Qingyang's standards, this stuff is just dishwater, barely better than nothing.

When Mu Qingyang was changing into slippers and preparing to take off her socks, Zeng Wenjie immediately frowned and stopped her, saying, "Why are you taking them off?"

"It's always slippery, it's so annoying!" Mu Qingyang complained.

"No, no, no, just a non-slip sticker will do." He immediately pulled Mu Qingyang down to sit. "You have to eat it while it's hot, otherwise it will get cold."

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, but didn't think much of it.

The roast meats tasted great, and they were served with plum sauce and other dipping sauces, which made them sweet and sour, and very delicious.

"It's been so long since I've had such delicious char siu!" Mu Qingyang exclaimed with great satisfaction after eating a piece of meat.

Zeng Wenjie said, "Are you satisfied? This is a gift I prepared especially for you!"

Mu Qingyang said, "Satisfied, extremely satisfied. I'll give you a hundred points, not a point less. I want you to be proud!!!"

Zeng Wenjie chuckled upon hearing this, and then calmly took out a small box from his pocket, saying, "Since it's a perfect score, then I won't give you this."

"PP!"

Mu Qingyang was taken aback, then frowned and said, "I remember it cost quite a bit of money!"

Then, she reached out and snatched it.

Zeng Wenjie tried to dodge, but she used a grappling technique from Jiu-Jitsu to lock him down, and even used a joint lock to disarm him.

Zeng Wenjie felt that he had somewhat brought this upon himself. This guidance was too advanced and not good, as it was now leading to domestic violence.
When Mu Qingyang opened it, it was a classic Nautilus series, model 5711-1R-001, with a rose gold case and bracelet. The retail price seemed to start with 500.

"Hey, wouldn't you call this robbery? If I call the police, you could spend the rest of your life in jail!" Zeng Wenjie complained.

“I had no choice before, but now I want to be a good person,” Mu Qingyang replied with a serious expression.

As she spoke, she unfastened the watchband and hung it up; with a "click," it fit perfectly.

So, Mu Qingyang shook his wrist and asked smugly, "Isn't it pretty?"

Zeng Wenjie sneered, "That perfect score just now was probably fake!"

Mu Qingyang pounced on him and hugged his neck, covering his eyes with one hand, and said shyly, "It's absolutely true, but I want to say ten thousand times that I love you!"

Then, Zeng Wenjie felt his lips being covered by two soft, warm petals. He couldn't help but hug Mu Qingyang's slender waist and let her sit on his lap.

The food had gotten a little cold, so Mu Qingyang withdrew her hand and rested her chin on Zeng Wenjie's shoulder, breathing slightly heavily.

Zeng Wenjie thought Li Ronghao must have sung it wrong. How could a faint smile taste like plum sauce? It should taste like a bird's tongue that has just tasted roast meat! "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." Mu Qingyang quickly stood up and said as if nothing had happened.

Zeng Wenjie found her sanctimonious appearance quite adorable, especially her outfit today, which clearly had a cute girl vibe and was absolutely irresistible.

Mu Qingyang is getting better and better at dressing up. With such a good foundation, and no one trying to manipulate her anymore, she dares to boldly try and practice any style.

With her current appearance and energy, she could wear a burlap sack to a Paris fashion show and still be praised for being fashionable.

For some reason, Zeng Wenjie felt that the roast meat, which was originally very delicious, had a bland taste. He felt that it was missing some sweet and honey-like flavor.
Mu Qingyang, however, enjoyed the meal very much. While eating, she told Zeng Wenjie how her mother made roast duck.

But she didn't remember the process very clearly, so her account wasn't complete.

Zeng Wenjie thought about going back to buy a cookbook, studying it, and seeing if he could make it for her to try.

Mu Qingyang was also thinking of buying a cookbook to study and see if he could recreate his mother's cooking so that Zeng Wenjie could also taste it!

The two people always seem to think the same way because of each other.

This bean is love!

Anyway, Zeng Wenjie would never complain that his relationship with Mu Qingyang was a love affair with his mother.

Mu Qingyang, a little foodie and a big eater, with Zeng Wenjie as his assistant, ate a whole table of roast meats, but left most of the hot pot broth uneaten and threw it away.

"So satisfying! Although Fengzhou also has dishes from Tiannan, it always feels like something's missing!" Mu Qingyang gently patted his bulging belly and said with a sigh.

“I’ll take you with me next time we go to Tiannan. Freshly made food tastes even better,” Zeng Wenjie said with a smile. “The ones we brought back as takeout aren’t crispier.”

Mu Qingyang said, "It's alright, it's delicious, and I enjoyed it very much! If Boss Zeng could wash the dishes too, I would be so happy I could fly."

"But you still need to land, right?"

"You can catch me!"

"I'll just stand on my tiptoes."

"..."

Mu Qingyang felt that he had ruined the atmosphere. Although the topic was a bit childish, he didn't have to be so mood-killing!

“I do not believe that night is coming, for the torch is right beneath my feet,” Zeng Wenjie shouted.

"He's acting crazy again." Mu Qingyang tilted his head helplessly to watch him act crazy.

Zeng Wenjie stood up gracefully, did a backflip jump shot after a spin move, and thought he looked incredibly cool.

Mu Qingyang exclaimed, "Duang!"

"?"

"I've struck gold!" she said.

Zeng Wenjie's lips twitched as he grabbed her by the neck and forced her into the kitchen to wash dishes.

Mu Qingyang replied, "I just put on my PP, can I wear it a little longer? I'll definitely have to take it off to wash the dishes, and I don't want to!"

Zeng Wenjie thought about it and reluctantly agreed, taking on the responsibility of cleaning up the mess.

Mu Qingyang waved her left hand happily. The rose gold watch did not look tacky or nouveau riche; on the contrary, it added to her bright and cheerful temperament.

This watch is quite valuable.

Zeng Wenjie accepted such an expensive tie and tie clip from Mu Qingyang, so he naturally felt at ease giving her an expensive gift in return.

Moreover, who knows how much money Xiao Mu has hidden in her bank card? She doesn't actually care too much about material things.

While washing the dishes, Zeng Wenjie felt a heavy weight of conscience pressing down on his back. He couldn't help but think that it was true that supplies must be prepared before an army can move. He was sure that his child would never go hungry.

“You don’t wash the dishes, and you’re just causing trouble in the kitchen,” Zeng Wenjie said.

"Hmm hmm hmm~" Mu Qingyang just lay on his back and hummed softly with great comfort.

After washing the dishes, Zeng Wenjie used Mu Qingyang's skirt to wipe the water off his hands.

Seeing her pretty little dress ruined, Mu Qingyang said unhappily, "I really like this dress!"

"Oh, sorry!" Zeng Wenjie hurriedly loosened his skirt and rubbed his face against her white stockings, doing so openly and brazenly.

Mu Qingyang looked at the wet over-the-knee socks on his thighs and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Zeng Wenjie reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, then lifted her up with force.

Mu Qingyang instinctively crossed her long legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and waited for the next step with a flushed face.

Zeng Wenjie carried Mu Qingyang, who weighed at least 49 kg, out of the kitchen. Finally, amidst the dizziness, he found the sofa and collapsed onto it, then skillfully took on the role of the child.

A man is a boy until he dies; since a boy and a child are close in age, a man can remain a child until he dies.

"Let's go to Marlene's new store and pick out a set of jewelry for you." Zeng Wenjie pulled Xiao Mu, who was slumped on the sofa, up.

"Mmm!" Mu Qingyang nodded gently, her face flushed, her eyes glancing elsewhere, appearing very guilty and shy.

Zeng Wenjie strode to the door and put on his shoes in one go. Then he waved to the dazed Mu Qingyang and said, "Come here, I'll help you put on your shoes!"

Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "Okay!"

Then, something's not right?
I was supposed to be putting on shoes, but it feels like I'm getting a foot massage.
The leather shoes fit perfectly, but it took him ages to get them on!
Naturally, Xiao Mu suspected that he did it on purpose.

So, Mu Qingyang looked at his still-wet over-the-knee socks, seemed to be deep in thought, and asked, "Do you like seeing me wear over-the-knee socks?"

Zeng Wenjie said seriously, "I think you look good in anything, I like them all!"

Mu Qingyang said cheerfully, "Oh, then I'll wear it again next time!"

This sentence brought Zeng Wenjie to a climax.

White over-the-knee socks like these are only suitable for young girls, and without a doubt, they are a perfect match for Mu Qingyang.

As they exited the elevator, Zeng Wenjie took out a cigarette and lit it. Mu Qingyang then casually pulled a lighter from his pocket, paused for a moment, and said, "I didn't give it to you."

"Oh, this was a gift from Senior Yuan. I took her with me on this business trip, so I brought this lighter with me," Zeng Wenjie explained directly.

Sometimes, a direct approach can be more effective, while beating around the bush only increases suspicion.

Mu Qingyang casually lit the cigarette wick and said, "It's okay, I'll light it for you anyway!"

Zeng Wenjie leaned over to light the cigarette and laughed, "Next semester, some reckless freshmen will be entering the school. If anyone comes after you, remember to tell me, and I'll ask you to come downstairs and light my cigarette."

"Okay, okay!" Mu Qingyang said.

She closed the lighter and put it back in Zeng Wenjie's pocket.

When Zeng Wenjie didn't use the lighter she had given him on his business trip, Mu Qingyang wasn't suspicious or angry. She knew what it was like to give a gift that wasn't appreciated, and she also knew that Zeng Wenjie usually carried the Indian-themed Zippo lighter she had given him.

Pulling Mu Qingyang to the new store of Marleneia, the store manager Gan Lin happened to be free. Upon seeing Zeng Wenjie, she immediately ran up to him and said, "Young Master Zeng!"

Zeng Xiangdong also frequented the gold shop, and everyone called him "Big Boss Zeng." As a result, Zeng Wenjie could only be called "Little Boss Zeng," which was unavoidable.

Zeng Wenjie nodded and asked, "Sister Lin, how's business lately?"

Gan Lin said, "It's been going very well. The Palace Museum series has a stable sales volume, and we're also selling a lot of lucky charms every day."

Mu Qingyang jogged to the transparent cabinet, reached out to grab the large gold brick, and tried to pick it up.

"Boss lady, this thing weighs fifty pounds, you can't lift it," Gan Lin said with a smile.

The next second, his smile froze. Mu Qingyang picked it up for about a second or two, dragged it a little with difficulty, and then let go.

Then, the shop manager looked at her boss with pity.

Zeng Wenjie remained silent. What kind of super-strong woman is this?!

(End of this chapter)