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

After hanging up the phone, Gao Qinghe glanced at her daughter, who was dressed up so adorably, and sighed softly.

Since Yan Hong has come to us, we might as well face the problem directly.

Gao Qinghe kissed her baby daughter, absorbed some strength, and then contacted Huang Yanqiu.

For convenience, Huang Yanqiu also bought a pager.

After Gao Qinghe made the call, Huang Yanqiu waited in front of the phone for seven or eight minutes before calling back.

"Finished so quickly? Wait for me a little longer, I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm done." Huang Yanqiu said hurriedly and was about to hang up the phone.

Gao Qinghe quickly stopped her and told Huang Yanqiu what Jiang Baohai had just said.

"Zhizhen, don't make the order. Come have dinner with me tonight."

Huang Yanqiu paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, then I'll come pick you up again later?"

"No need, Lao Jiang will pick up my daughter and me. Just give me an address and I'll pick you up on my way. We'll go together."

Huang Yanqiu nervously gave an address, and after hanging up the phone, her brain raced, trying to figure out how to deal with this trap that night.

At 4:30 p.m., Jiang Baohai drove home, changed his clothes, picked up his wife and children, and went into the city for a banquet.

On the way, the couple acted as if nothing was wrong, only playing with their child, showing no signs of nervousness about attending a treacherous banquet.

Huang Yanqiu got into the car and saw the warm and harmonious scene of the family of three, but she became even more nervous.

When the group arrived at the restaurant, Yan Hong immediately greeted them with a smile.

She was all alone today; Yu Long didn't come.

When she saw Huang Yanqiu, she was a little surprised, and her smile instantly disappeared. She wanted to ask Jiang Baohai and his wife what was going on.

Before she could even speak, Gao Qinghe beat her to it.

"Sister Hong, this is my cousin. She's from the countryside and hasn't had much education. She doesn't know the rules of the underworld. Please don't take offense if she's been rude."

Jiang Baohai had previously lost a bet and had already promised to resolve the trouble caused by Yan Hong.

Seeing this, he quickly acted as a peacemaker, leading the group to a private room to sit down and then talk things over.

Once inside the private room, Huang Yanqiu downed a bottle of wine without saying a word.

Yan Hong's first reaction was speechless, but when she saw the young girl gulping down the drink and exuding a wild and untamed air that reminded her of her own youth, her anger subsided considerably.

After finishing her bottle of wine, Huang Yanqiu wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, put down the bottle, and said to Yan Hong that the bidding process was fair and just. She won, and that was that. She wouldn't be afraid of Yan Hong just because she was someone else.

He made his stance clear first before revealing his plan to buy a car from Yan Hong.

After this series of punches, Yan Hong didn't even have time to say a word before her anger subsided.

She admired Huang Yanqiu a little; she was so young, yet she wasn't timid at all.

Moreover, Huang Yanqiu's proposal was indeed superior in this bidding process, and he was immediately convinced of its superiority.

Jiang Baohai glanced helplessly at his wife and whispered:
"It's not that I don't want to help you solve your problems, it's just that you are too strong, leaving no room for me to make a difference."

This result was a happy one for everyone, and Gao Qinghe couldn't help but give Huang Yanqiu a thumbs up.

She was initially worried about Huang Yanqiu, thinking that she was young and inexperienced.

It seems that, more important than age and experience, is the courage to take risks and act decisively.

What was originally intended as a trap has turned into a cooperation conference.

Although Yan Hong lost one project, she sold a big order, and after doing the math, she still made a considerable profit.

After the dinner, Yan Hong, reeking of alcohol, patted Gao Qinghe on the shoulder without saying anything, just staring at her intently.

From Yan Hong's eyes, Gao Qinghe sensed Yan Hong's scrutiny of her.

After today, Yan Hong realized that Gao Qinghe was not quite the glamorous and pampered rich wife she had imagined.

She knew Huang Yanqiu's background well; she had no connections or influence whatsoever.

As a partner and chairman of the group, Jiang Baohai would not be interested in a small project like taxis.

So the only person who can truly support Huang Yanqiu from behind is Gao Qinghe.

How affectionate and generous must Jiang Baohai be to give his wife 500,000 yuan to play with as she pleases? While 500,000 yuan isn't a huge sum for Jiang Baohai, it's not insignificant either.

Given the company's current situation, it's not easy to come up with 500,000 yuan in cash all at once.

Therefore, there is only one answer—that 500,000 yuan was raised by Huang Yanqiu and Gao Qinghe themselves.

No matter how Gao Qinghe obtained the 500,000 yuan, it is still 500,000 yuan!

Yan Hong herself had to grit her teeth to scrape together the money, and after the account funds were verified, she still had to take it out to return it.

But at the dinner party today, Gao Qinghe didn't seem to care much about the 500,000 yuan.

Even after leaving, Yan Hong still couldn't understand where Gao Qinghe got so much money.

I heard that she also owns a daily chemical product distribution company. Those in the know estimate that she has invested at least 500,000 yuan.

Two 500,000s together make a million.

Jiang Baohai managed to scrape together a million yuan by relying on the coal mining company.

Where did Gao Qinghe, an unemployed woman, get so much cash?

Yan Hong thought and thought but couldn't come up with a solution, and felt that Gao Qinghe was hiding her true abilities.

She was a person who couldn't keep things to herself, and later when she met Jiang Baohai, she would try to find out about Gao Qinghe's situation indirectly.

Jiang Baohai certainly knew where his wife's money came from.

But he never actually asked how much they had earned, and could only tell Yan Hong that he didn't know either.

But in Yan Hong's eyes, Jiang Baohai was just hiding something and refusing to say it.

Jiang Baohai originally had no interest in how much money his wife made from reselling government bonds.

When Yan Hong suddenly brought it up, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Just like the one million that Yan Hong calculated, he was shocked when he heard it.

But this is not the point.

The key point is that, judging from his wife's nonchalant demeanor, it seemed to be just a portion of her assets.

So, on the winter solstice, taking advantage of the good atmosphere of family reunion, people would gather together.

Jiang Baohai couldn't resist testing his wife's reaction.

After the child finished eating, his grandmother took him to sleep.

My sister-in-law is studying diligently in her room.

The only sound in the living room was the noise from the television, which just masked the couple's conversation.

Gao Qinghe, wrapped in a blanket, nestled in the corner of the sofa and gave her husband a curious look. "Why did you suddenly ask that?"

"The company is having cash flow problems?" He's thinking of borrowing money from her?

If that's the case, then it truly is the first time in both lifetimes combined.

When it comes to money, Jiang Baohai is a deeply ingrained chauvinist. Even if he's so broke he has to pawn his underwear, he won't ask his wife for a single penny.

Of course, gifts from one's wife don't count.

Anyway, in her previous life, Gao Qinghe never got the chance to give him money; the old man resolved his financial crisis on his own.

But now that he's been reborn, his old-fashioned ideas might waver.

Gao Qinghe was quite excited.

She moved closer to the man, opened his arms, sat on his lap, and took his arms to hug her, maintaining a princess carry position.

She hooked her arm around the man's neck, forcing him to look down at her, and asked with the mocking smirk of a thug harassing a respectable man:

"Want to know how much money I have right now?"

Jiang Baohai: "." (End of Chapter)