Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 421 Shy
From that day on, Daya and Erya would come directly to Xu Qinghuan's place after school. After they finished their homework, Xu Qinghuan would teach Jiang Xingye a foreign language, and the two of them would learn alongside her.

Both children were smart and sensible, and Xu Qinghuan found it easy to teach them.

At the end of the year, Jian Jingchuan took a vacation and returned to Shangjiang Brigade, planning to spend the Spring Festival there.

The world was covered in a blanket of silver.

As Jian Jingchuan drove along the road, he could barely tell which way was which. It was noon, and smoke was rising from the chimneys of every household in Shangjiang Brigade. Further away were snow-covered green mountains.

The snow was still falling, but the smell of fireworks that came towards him made Jian Jingchuan shudder.

Jiang Xingye had just come out of the factory when he saw Jian Jingchuan arrive. He hurried over and asked, "Dad, was the journey alright?"

"Okay, you go ahead with your work, I'll head back now." He waved his hand, letting Jiang Xingye go about his business.

The Four Sisters Garment Factory did not purchase fabric from the Shanghai Textile Factory. As a result, they took clothes from the Four Sisters Garment Factory and copied them. As a result, major department stores in Shanghai started stocking the garment factories under the textile factory and removed all of the Four Sisters' products from their shelves.

At that time, there was no such thing as an intellectual property patent law.

However, Xu Qinghuan had anticipated this, as she had already written in the contract template that "the partner shall not purchase clothing from other competitors that is similar or identical in style to clothing produced by the Four Sisters Garment Factory, otherwise the partner will claim economic losses of more than one million yuan and terminate the contract."

After watching Jian Jingchuan leave, Jiang Xingye returned to the conference room to organize the appeal process and planned to seek help from the court through the county. At that time, lawyers were still a very rare group.

Chen Dewen was furious. He was in charge of sales in Shanghai and earned a high commission, but now his income had been effectively cut off.

“I also asked the department stores over there. They put these clothes on the shelves for one or two yuan less than us, but they quickly stopped selling because the quality was too poor. However, since someone from above has spoken, the department stores can't do anything about it.”

Jiang Xingye thought for a moment, "The difficulties are only temporary. Our goal is to get the compensation money back, and your commission will come from the compensation. Let's get this done as soon as possible, otherwise we may not have the energy to do these things later."

Chen Dewen and the others were baffled, but Jiang Xingye's foresight was so remarkable that they had no choice but to believe him.

With Jiang Xingye's words, Chen Dewen felt his income was secure, which made him very happy and motivated.

That night, lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), he told Qiao Xinyu about it, "I really admire the two of them. How does Xu Qinghuan's brain work? Did she foresee that someone would do this?"

Qiao Xinyu lay flat on her back, looking at the ceiling. "I don't know. I feel like she's good at everything. She always gives people a sense of wisdom, like she can 'strategize and win battles from afar,' which makes people feel very safe."

Chen Dewen said, "I never thought she was like this before!"

Qiao Xinyu disagreed, "What kind of environment was she in before in the Xu family? Did she dare to live like that? She lived such a pitiful life. Then Xu Manman came back, and she was squeezed out of her space to survive."

Chen Dewen still had doubts, but Qiao Xinyu became impatient, "Ugh, aren't you annoying? Don't think so much, just do your job well. Whatever Huanhuan says goes, bring back as much money as you can."

I reckon that after this year, our focus next year will be on preparing for the college entrance exam.

Chen Dewen suddenly woke up with a start, "I knew it!"

Qiao Xinyu asked, "What are you going to say now?"

Chen Dewen said, "I was wondering why Brother Ye arranged for people to fill the key positions that were occupied by many educated youth. Wow, Brother Ye's move is pretty clever. Did he think of this a long time ago?"

Qiao Xinyu looked at Chen Dewen as if he were an idiot, "Once you've settled this matter, you should focus on your studies. Of all of us, you're the most likely to fail. Let me tell you, if you don't pass, I'm not sticking with you anymore!"

Chen Dewen knew she was joking, so he pulled his wife into his arms and said, "If you don't come with me, your son will have a stepfather. Are you willing to let that happen?"

Qiao Xinyu glared at him, her eyes crinkling with anger.

As soon as Jian Jingchuan returned, he held the two children tightly and wouldn't let go, showing them endless affection.

Jiang Chijing nestled obediently in his grandfather's arms, watching his mother cook, while Jiang Xingcan sat comfortably on his grandfather's lap, munching on fruit, juice dripping everywhere. Jian Jingchuan's clean officer's uniform was stained with fruit juice. Xu Qinghuan saw this and said, "Dad, this fruit juice stain won't come out! What are you going to do with your clothes? Why don't you avoid it and let her get it on you?"

Jian Jingchuan watched the little one eat fruit with great interest, without even looking up. "If it can't be washed off, it can't be washed off. What's there to be afraid of? Do you think people will think I ate it on myself? If they ask, I'll just say it's my granddaughter who got it on her fruit."

He said to the little guy, "Xingxing, can Grandpa have a bite?"

Then he opened his mouth wide.

He wouldn't actually eat his granddaughter's food; after all, it's unhygienic.

But he was overthinking it. Jiang Xingcan glanced at her grandfather, turned around, and started gnawing on her own with her back to him. She hunched over slightly, and now the juices were dripping onto her pants.

Jiang Chijing turned his head and looked at his grandfather with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. This guy actually wanted to snatch food from his sister's tiger's mouth? Dream on!
His sister's main possession is a Pixiu, which only takes in but never gives out.

Aside from his mother, no one could get even a single thing from his sister. As for his father, it depended on her mood; if she was in a good mood, she would give him some, and if not, she would pretend she didn't hear him.

Jiang Chijing needed to pee, but no one was there to help him. He shifted his body a few times, and Jian Jingchuan noticed, but didn't know what he was doing. He asked, "Chichi, what's wrong? Tell Grandpa!"

Jiang Chijing looked at his mother. If he could speak, would he not?

Xu Qinghuan was putting vegetables into the pot when there was a loud sizzling sound, which was completely inaudible.

He couldn't hold it in and peed. The pee went high and far, and some of it ended up on Jian Jingchuan's pants. After he finished, he moved closer to Jian Jingchuan and started crying pitifully.

Jiang Xingcan looked at her younger brother with sympathy. Seeing how aggrieved he was crying, she handed him the fruit in her hand.

Jiang Chijing pushed her away ruthlessly, pouting as he looked at his mother.

Jian Jingchuan was at a loss. He had never spent time with children before, the last time being when they were born. How could he know what the little guy needed, even though he had already peed?

As soon as Jiang Xingye entered the room, he saw the child crying, came over and picked him up, "Why are you crying?"

Jiang Chijing buried his face in Jiang Xingye's shoulder and sobbed softly.

Jian Jingchuan picked up Jiang Xingcan and stood up. "At first, I didn't know he needed to pee. He whimpered for a while, then peed by himself and started crying. What happened?"

Jiang Xingye glanced at the ground and laughed, "Shy!"

Jian Jingchuan couldn't believe it.

Jiang Xingye patted his son's bottom, "You peed really far, good job, son, you're amazing!"

Then he held up a finger to his son.

Jiang Chijing stopped crying, but clung to Jiang Xingye's shoulder and refused to get up.

"Eat, eat. You wet Grandpa's pants, but Grandpa isn't angry with you." Jian Jingchuan was teasing the child, pulling up his trouser leg.

Jiang Chijing glanced at his pants, turned around, and leaned on Jiang Xingye's other shoulder.

Jiang Xingye negotiated with him, "Grandpa will hold you, and I'll go help Mom cook, okay?"

He was somewhat reluctant, but he still turned around and pounced on Jian Jingchuan.

　The third watch, the first watch!
　　(End of this chapter)