A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

At the military region's credit union, a queue had already formed outside the door just after seven o'clock in the morning.

The credit union was a single-story brick building with green paint on the door frame and a sign with white background and black lettering hanging on it.

The room has two double windows, several potted cacti on the windowsill, a portrait of a great man on the wall, and the five red characters "Serve the People" pasted below.

Most people who withdraw money wrap it in a handkerchief, either a blue checkered one or a floral one... tied at the four corners, and hold it in their hand or put it in their inner pocket.

Some people wrap old newspapers into a roll and then tie it with two rubber bands.

After finishing their business, they stuffed the money into their pockets, then pressed their hand against the outside of their pockets one last time before turning to leave.

There were two wooden cabinets in the room, their edges worn smooth.

Behind the counter sat two staff members, one of whom was a middle-aged woman surnamed Sun, wearing reading glasses and flipping through the ledger with her fingers moistened with saliva.

Another, younger man was rapidly calculating interest for a soldier's family member using an abacus.

The military dependent held a passbook in his hand. The cover was dark green and had the words "Current Account" printed on it. The corners were slightly curled.

The line moved forward little by little.

At this moment, Ye Wenxi pushed open the curtain and entered. The beaded curtain hanging at the door jingled, and the staff looked up.

"Oh, Comrade Ye is here!" Comrade Sun looked up from the ledger and immediately stood up.

"Comrade Sun, I need to make a transfer. No rush, you two go ahead." Ye Wenxi stepped aside, nodded to the two military dependents queuing in front, and said, "You go first, I'll wait a bit."

Comrade Sun smiled, didn't give way again, and continued to process the business for the military dependents in front of him.

Ye Wenxi stood there for ten minutes, watching the clock on the wall tick away.

The people in front of me finished and left, and the room became empty.

"Comrade Ye, it's your turn."

"Hey." Ye Wenxi walked to the counter. "Comrade Sun, give me a remittance slip."

Comrade Sun pulled out a yellowish-brown remittance slip from the drawer, which read "Remittance Notice from People's Post Office of Country Z".

Ye Wenxi took it, leaned against the counter, unscrewed the pen cap, and bent down to fill it out.

Receiving Unit: Finance Department, Changchun Film Studio (Receiver)

Payee: Wang Lu

Remittance amount: RMB 1,000

Remitter: Ye Wenxi, Wenxi Garment Shop

Postscript: Costume and prop sponsorship fees for the film "Heroines"

After Ye Wenxi finished filling out the form, she tore off the stub and handed it over.

Comrade Sun took it, checked it once, stamped it with the red business seal, tore off the receipt copy and handed it to her: "Okay, Comrade Ye, this is the receipt."

"Thank you." Ye Wenxi folded the receipt in half, stuffed it into her inner pocket, patted it, and turned to leave.

Ye Wenxi went out, kicked off the bicycle pedals, got on the bike, and rode towards the film crew's temporary office building.

Song Xiaotang, who was standing at the entrance of the canteen, also got on her bicycle, a 28-inch model that the military region had lent her.

Two net bags were hanging on Song Xiaotang's handlebars, containing four tea eggs, two fried dough sticks, two hot steamed buns, and a dish of pickled radish.

There were two enamel mugs in the bicycle basket, covered with lids, containing freshly made soy milk that Ye Wenxi loved to drink that morning.

She hopped on her bicycle and rode eastward.

As we approached our destination, we saw Ye Wenxi turning from another road.

"Hey! What a coincidence!" The two of them braked almost simultaneously in front of the film crew's temporary office building.

Song Xiaotang jumped out of the car, waving the net bag in her hand: "Get in! The soy milk is still hot, eat up!"

The two had arranged to have breakfast together today, and Ye Wenxi called Song Xiaotang to say that she had something to discuss with her today.

Song Xiaotang offered to buy breakfast.

The two went up to the second floor and entered Song Xiaotang's office.

Song Xiaotang placed the enamel mug on the table, opened the lid, and steam from the soy milk billowed out.

She handed one to Ye Wenxi: "Here you go."

Ye Wenxi took it, drank two mouthfuls directly from the jar, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he let out a satisfied "Ha!": "That's great, I love having a cup of hot soy milk in the morning, even if I'm all sweaty from it."

"Aren't you weird?" Song Xiaotang laughed as she pulled a fried dough stick from the brown paper package, tore it in half, and handed it to her. "You said you were afraid of the heat, so you filled your thermos with ice and drank ice water in the middle of the day. Back then, you were willing to drink hot soy milk first thing in the morning, but now you don't find it hot?"

"It is a bit strange, isn't it?" Ye Wenxi chuckled. "It won't work during the day, but it's fine in the morning."

"Speak, what do you want from me?" Song Xiaotang asked, taking a bite of her steamed bun and speaking indistinctly.

Ye Wenxi didn't say anything, but fumbled in his pocket, pulled out the remittance receipt, and slammed it on the table.

Song Xiaotang put down the steamed bun, wiped her hands with a newspaper, and looked down at the bill—"One thousand yuan."

Song Xiaotang put down her chopsticks and steamed buns, stood up, and straightened her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Ye Wenxi looked up at Song Xiaotang.

Song Xiaotang immediately clasped her hands in a fist salute and made a traditional martial arts gesture towards Ye Wenxi: "Thank you so much for your generous assistance, Boss Ye!"

"Go away, go away~~~" Ye Wenxi laughed and pushed her away, "Wasn't this money already agreed upon beforehand?"

"Hehehe, I knew you were here to bring me money this morning. Thank you, God of Wealth." Song Xiaotang chuckled as she sat down and continued eating her steamed bun.

Ye Wenxi laughed so hard she could barely drink her soy milk: "How come I never realized you were such a goofball before?"

"A joker?" Song Xiaotang raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm funny, or that I'm being overly serious?"

"They're all there. They're in front of you, and once you get used to them..." Ye Wenxi didn't finish her sentence, but shook her head with a smile.

"And you're one of them, aren't you?" Song Xiaotang retorted.

"I'm alright. When you first came to our garment company, you hardly smiled that afternoon. You were so serious the whole time, like a leader on an inspection tour."

"Hahaha!" Song Xiaotang slapped the table and laughed loudly.

Ye Wenxi chuckled as she ate her fried dough stick.

Song Xiaotang picked up her soy milk mug and clinked it against hers. "Come on, let's pay homage to the God of Wealth! And also to our 'Heroines'!"

The two enamelwares collided, and some soy milk spilled out.

"Oh right, Ji Tinglan called me last night. She said she should be going to Beijing today." Song Xiaotang picked up an egg, cracked it twice on the table, and then peeled it little by little.

"Going today? I remember her original plan was the day after tomorrow, right?" Ye Wenxi took an egg that Song Xiaotang had peeled.

Song Xiaotang leaned back in her chair and looked at Ye Wenxi with a smile.

"you do not know?"

Ye Wenxi was eating an egg, her mouth stuffed full: "What do you know?"

"Didn't she tell you?" Song Xiaotang smiled mysteriously.

"They didn't say anything," Ye Wenxi said, a little confused. "What did they say?"

"She was originally going to prepare for two more days, but she told me that she received something yesterday afternoon. This thing can really help with this, so she decided to go to Beijing earlier."

"What is this?" Ye Wenxi finally swallowed the egg in her mouth.

Song Xiaotang leaned forward, resting her arms on the table: "You really don't know?"

"Oh dear, I don't know, please tell me, it really is..." Ye Wenxi put down her chopsticks.

"It was sent from the military region," Song Xiaotang added.

Ye Wenxi's eyes darted around, as if she had remembered something. "Is it the mutual aid society... or Director Zhang? Right?"

Song Xiaotang nodded. "Yes, it was sent by Director Zhang."

Ye Wenxi sighed, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. "I think I guessed it."

"Ji Tinglan praised me a lot! She said she was very moved. She felt that if this thing was shown to those people, she didn't believe it wouldn't move them."

Song Xiaotang took a big bite of the fried dough stick.

"Wow~~~, this sounds so interesting! I really want to see what Director Zhang sent them."

"I'm quite interested too. I told you I don't know what's inside. Do you believe me?" Ye Wenxi said.

"I don't believe it," Song Xiaotang said with a smile, shaking her head.

"All right..."