The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Huang Yanqiu had lived in this suburban area for a year and knew the surrounding area well.

Although her landlord still refused to agree to sell the house, his attitude had softened considerably.

Gao Qinghe deliberately went to Huang Yanqiu's house to wait for her to return so that she could help contact the landlord of the empty house across the street.

That apartment is much better than Huang Yanqiu's. She took great care of it; the roof was just put on and there's not a single leak.

Gao Qinghe observed the interior furnishings through the crack in the door; there were only a few simple pieces of furniture, and the room was quite empty.

But since the business is just starting out, we can't have too high expectations.

A desk and a telephone are enough.

Huang Yanqiu is very efficient these days. Gao Qinghe asked her to inquire in the afternoon, and she got the results in the evening.

“The other side agreed to rent to you because they know you plan to open a company. Their rent is 360 yuan a year,” Huang Yanqiu said.

The price was twice as high as hers, but the purpose was different, so the price was reasonable.

Gao Qinghe thought about her prime shop, which had increased to 120 yuan per month this year.

The location is remote, but the individual shop sizes are about the same, and the rent is only thirty yuan per month, which is a great deal.

“Okay, I’ll come pick up the keys tomorrow,” Gao Qinghe said readily.

Before hanging up, she probed again: "Not selling?" She was genuinely tempted to buy it.

Huang Yanqiu was even more eager for the house to be sold than Gao Qinghe, and said dejectedly, "I asked, and they're not selling."

Gao Qinghe hung up the phone with a slight regret.

The next day, she got up early and went out with Jiang Baohai, asking him to drive her to the outskirts of the city.

Seeing her so full of energy, Jiang Baohai was filled with a thousand worries, but he couldn't bring himself to say them.

He stopped going to the mine and accompanied Gao Qinghe to complete the rental procedures. He then accompanied her to an advertising and printing shop to make a signboard. After that, they went to buy office supplies and open a telephone line.

After a whole day of work, I finally managed to get the office looking somewhat decent.

The next day, Gao Qinghe forbade Jiang Baohai from following her. She had someone bring over the finished signboard, hung it up, and prepared the necessary documents to go to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to apply for a business license.

After all the formalities were completed, Li Yu was called to the new company office to continue working as a telephone operator.

When he flew back south, he was deeply moved to see the brand-new company and office.

Now that's what a company should look like!
That way, he, as the sales general manager, can have the pomp and circumstance of a general manager!
He took two deep breaths and flew south to walk around the office.

There are three sets of desks and chairs in total, separated by partitions.

A nameplate was hanging on the partition.

One is the marketing department, one is the general manager's office, and one is the chairman's office.

With mixed feelings, Xiang Nanfei arrived at Gao Qinghe's chairman's office and placed his handbag on her desk.

There was a total of 170,000 yuan inside. He went to the bank yesterday to exchange it for whole bills, seventeen brand new bundles.

God knows how excited and terrified he was when he first saw so much money.

As they left the bank, he and his brother-in-law looked more like thieves than thieves themselves, sneaking around and glancing left and right, as if afraid their money would be stolen.

Fortunately, my brother-in-law's tall and burly appearance was intimidating enough that the two of them made it home safely.

Therefore, Xiang Nanfei is now particularly looking forward to seeing Gao Qinghe's reaction.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

Having lived two lives, what hasn't Gao Qinghe seen and experienced?

I remained completely calm and collected, keeping my money to myself.

She counts money quickly, but it takes a while when the amount is large.

Looks like we'll have to get a money counting machine too.

After checking the money, Gao Qinghe took out 50,000 yuan and put it in her pocket, then returned the remaining 120,000 yuan to Xiang Nanfei.

"A new batch of goods has arrived at the port. I've already paid the deposit. Please transfer the balance promptly and then ship the goods back to complete the new orders placed in the past few days."

Gao Qinghe said a lot more, telling Xiang Nanfei the whole process and handing over the whole operation to him.

After saying that, he stood up, patted the stunned young man on the shoulder,

"Keep up the good work, I believe in you!"

Grab your bag and walk away with a flourish.

No, it's going to visit neighbors on the street.

Completely ignoring Xiang Nanfei's increasingly disheveled state of mind as he stood in front of the electric fan, his emotions a mixture of excitement and despair.

Huang Yanqiu is not home.

Zheng Xiaopeng was washing diapers outside the back door, carrying his chubby daughter Xue'er on his back. Xue'er was six months old; the saying "babies change every day" was truly accurate, and Gao Qinghe felt that the little one seemed to have grown a bit more.

Originally, her eyes were small, just like Zheng Xiaopeng's, but now they've grown wider and have even become double eyelids.

Her eyes, like black grapes, would light up when she saw someone.

Recognizing that it was her familiar aunt, she exclaimed "Ah ah!" and stretched out her lotus-root arms to hug Gao Qinghe.

Zheng Xiaopeng bounced his back, trying to coax his chubby daughter to stop her period.

Gao Qinghe knew her own situation and didn't dare to hug her. She asked Zheng Xiaopeng to put her on the crib and play with Xiaoxue'er with toys.

The aunt and niece were affectionate for an hour. As it was getting late, Gao Qinghe gently bit the little girl's chubby white foot and reluctantly left.

Before leaving, I turned back to take one last look at Huang Yanqiu's clean and tidy home.

He nodded in approval for the first time.

If you're not ambitious, so be it. It's good enough if you can take good care of your children and family.

Jiang Baohai seems to have installed a location radar on his wife.

Gao Qinghe had just walked from Huang Yanqiu's house to the intersection when the black Santana drove up and stopped beside her.

The car's air conditioning was already on, and Gao Qinghe sat down, letting out a comfortable sigh of relief.

"Are you tired?" Jiang Baohai handed her a glass of water and let her take a few sips.

Gao Qinghe downed half a glass of water in one gulp. It was colorless and tasteless cold boiled water, and she felt uneasy after drinking it.

"I want iced soda, I want ice cream, I want shaved ice."

Knowing that he needed to take control, he could only mutter resentfully to himself.

Jiang Baohai found it amusing. Seeing that she wasn't wearing a seatbelt, he leaned over to fasten it for her, and then kissed his lovely wife on the way before sitting back down to start the engine.

"Hey?"

Gao Qinghe pointed out the window, "Isn't that Ouyang Yan?"

Jiang Baohai looked over and saw a heavily pregnant woman carrying a net bag of vegetables slowly walking towards him from the roadside.

A round face, messy short hair, and a figure that has clearly gained weight.

Especially the calves exposed under the loose dress, which looked swollen like white radishes.

On a sweltering June day, she walked alone on the road, carrying her things, her steps slow and each one seemingly laborious.

Inside the car, Gao Qinghe and her husband exchanged a glance, both seeing uncertainty in each other's eyes.

Is this person Ouyang Yan?
Who cares? Jiang Baohai lit a car and prepared to go home.

Gao Qinghe: "Wait a minute."

As I rolled down the car window, a rush of hot air rushed into the cool and comfortable cabin.

Even though it was already afternoon, the high temperature showed no signs of abating.

"Ouyang Yan!" Gao Qinghe called out tentatively.

The woman by the roadside looked up and saw the face peering out of the car window. She was surprised, but also a little embarrassed.

She took a deep breath, smiled, and nodded in response.

Gao Qinghe gave her husband a wink.

Jiang Baohai shook his head helplessly and turned the car around to Ouyang Yan's side.

Gao Qinghe said, "Get in the car, I'll give you a ride, it's still a few hundred meters away."

Ouyang Yan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you."

She really could barely walk anymore.

The fatigue was secondary; the main problem was the heat, the unbearable sun.

Sitting in the car, with the cool air conditioning blowing, Ouyang Yan immediately felt like she had been reborn.

Neither of them said anything. They escorted Ouyang Yan to her doorstep and immediately turned around and left.

Jiang Baohai asked, puzzled, "Why do you care about her?"

"Just curious." He looks rather pitiful.

Gao Qinghe, cradling her belly, said, "I just want to know if she will be the same in this life as she was in her last."

Jiang Baohai had nothing to say.

Because he wanted to know too. (End of Chapter)