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

At a small restaurant, Ye Wenxi ordered three servings of braised noodles, two servings of braised eggplant and shredded pork, one serving of braised egg and tomato, as well as a plate of fermented bean curd that Wang Yingxue liked and stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers that Ding Jiahe liked.

The three of them slurped their noodles while making plans for tomorrow's work.

Ye Wenxi and Ding Jiahe went to the Women's Federation for an interview in the morning and also took the opportunity to inquire about the internal publication report.

Wang Yingxue went to the Housing Bureau to find the officer who had shown her the apartment last time, to learn about the rental process and required documents. She hoped to arrange a time for Ye Wenxi to visit the physical store the next afternoon.

The tasks were assigned, and the meal was finished.

The group caught the last bus back to the hotel. After a long day of travel, they were exhausted and felt like their bones were about to fall apart after taking a shower.

Ye Wenxi, however, picked up her small backpack and prepared to go downstairs again.

Ding Jiahe asked her, "Where are you going? It's so late."

"I'll give Lu Weidong a call."

"Why are you carrying your bag while you're on the phone?"

"Oh dear, I don't have any pockets on me, and I'm too lazy to take any money."

After closing the door, Ye Wenxi went downstairs and asked the staff if the Western restaurant was still open.

The staff said they stop accepting customers at 9 p.m., but if you come to eat now, they will stay open until the meal is finished.

Ye Wenxi nodded and pushed open the door of the Western restaurant.

In the corner was a small table for two, next to which stood a table lamp with a copper base and a green glass shade, the light warm and just right for writing.

She walked over and sat down, ordered a coffee, and took out a letter and a pen from her bag.

Outside the window, the night in Harbin was deep, with a few lights flickering in the distance.

Ye Wenxi sat under the green lamp in the corner of the Western restaurant, uncapped his pen, pondered for a moment, and then wrote:

[To the comrades in the Publicity Department of the Women's Federation:]

Hello. I am Ye Wenxi, the head of Wenxi Garment Company. I am writing to esteemed publication to submit a story about a person.

[We have a female colleague named Wang Yingxue, who is in her early twenties...]

In her letter, Ye Wenxi detailed all of Wang Yingxue's experiences as she knew them.

Every step of life's ups and downs since his teens, the stubbornness that refused to bow down when facing the hardships of fate, and the warmth of treating others with gentleness even when he was in trouble.

Now, Wang Yingxue has mastered sewing skills and can even independently complete the statistics and analysis of quarterly operating data, assisting Ye Wenxi in compiling and submitting marketing summary reports to the headquarters.

From initially not daring to even touch a sewing machine, to now being able to stand on one's own.

In the latter half of the letter, Ye Wenxi focused on concluding the letter:

[Wenxi Garment Company's success today is inseparable from people like her who steadily move forward.]

I think this is probably the kind of woman our era most needs to see. Greatness isn't only about bloodshed and sacrifice. In ordinary days, gritting your teeth and refusing to bow to fate is also a kind of strength.

We earnestly request that your publication consider reporting on Comrade Wang Yingxue's deeds.

If needed, our agency can provide detailed materials and assist with interviews.

Sincerely,

salute

Wenxi Garment Company Ye Wenxi

After writing the last word, Ye Wenxi put down his pen and looked at the letter again.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

This tactic is called "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass".

First, push Wang Yingxue out so that the Women's Federation can see the people and things happening in the garment factory.

The stories written in the materials will naturally gain more substantial weight and a sense of reality, thus gradually opening up the situation and leveraging more resources and attention.

She folded the letter, put it in her bag, and took a sip of her now-cold coffee.

Ye Wenxi spent an hour writing the letter, checked it again to make sure there were no omissions, carefully folded it and put it back in her bag, then got up and went back to her room.

Wang Yingxue was already asleep, her breathing even.

Ding Jiahe was still awake, leaning against the headboard flipping through a magazine.

Seeing Ye Wenxi return, she lowered her voice: "My God, you two can talk for an hour?"

Ye Wenxi smiled at her, shook her head, and glanced at the sleeping Wang Yingxue.

She tiptoed to Ding Jiahe's bedside, took the letter out of her bag, placed it in front of Ding Jiahe, and whispered in her ear, "I just went to write this."

Ding Jiahe glanced at her suspiciously, picked up the letter, read a couple of sentences, then suddenly turned to look at Ye Wenxi, her voice extremely low:

"Do you want to... give it to the Women's Federation tomorrow? To have them report on Xiaoxue's deeds? Or...?"

Ye Wenxi leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I plan to submit this after the interview."

"I'm not sure if Xiaoxue's story can be reported, but I'm certain that this letter will definitely have a catastrophic effect!"

"Oh..." Ding Jiahe suddenly realized and let out a soft "ah," "So this is what you meant by having Xiaoxue help out."

Ye Wenxi nodded.

Ding Jiahe turned to look at her, secretly surprised.

When did Ye Wenxi come up with this idea?

From the moment Section Chief Liang mentioned wanting an exclusive interview until now, only a few hours have passed, and she has already written the letter and even planned out how to coordinate the follow-up.

Such a speed of response and execution is a bit unnerving.

"When did you first have this idea?" Ding Jiahe couldn't help but ask.

"When Section Chief Liang said he wanted to conduct an exclusive interview with us," Ye Wenxi replied after a moment's thought.

"You already thought of this when she said she was going to do an exclusive interview?" Ding Jiahe asked incredulously.

She put down the letter in her hand, looked at Ye Wenxi, and clicked her tongue twice: "I feel you should go into politics. Going into business is a waste of your talent."

"I'm not going into politics," Yeh Wen-hsi said, raising his chin. "I want to be the richest man in the world."

"You're not the richest person yet?" Ding Jiahe's voice rose.

"What is this now? We're still a long way from my goal," Ye Wenxi said earnestly.

Ding Jiahe reached out and touched her own forehead, then touched Ye Wenxi's forehead, only to have it slapped away by Ye Wenxi.

Ye Wenxi picked up the letter from Ding Jiahe's bed and put it back in her bag: "Alright, go to sleep now. We have to go to the Women's Federation early tomorrow morning."

After she finished speaking, she took off her clothes and crawled into bed.

Ding Jiahe lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, smacked her lips, and began to mutter to herself.

The goal is still far off. How much money does she actually want to earn?

Ding Jiahe felt that she was already very wealthy.

Ye Wenxi's goal, in her view, was an astronomical figure.

"She eats meat, and I can just have the soup," Ding Jiahe thought, her eyelids starting to droop. "If the clothing company grows big in the future, will I be able to buy a car and become a rich woman?"

She rolled over, a smile playing on her lips: "Then I need to buy a refrigerator first...hehehehe..."

Ye Wenxi fell asleep almost instantly after lying down on the bed, unaware that Ding Jiahe was currently directing and acting out a scene in her mind.

Ding Jiahe was already planning what she would buy when she became successful. She was almost certain that things would only get better and better.

With the clothing company, Ye Wenxi, and these sisters, we can definitely succeed...

As she drifted off into her reverie, Ding Jiahe's consciousness gradually faded, and she finally fell asleep.

Meanwhile, at the military region's family compound.

Unlike the three women who were already sound asleep, in Lu Weidong's home, there were still unwashed plates on the dining table.

Lu Weidong picked up a spiced peanut and popped it into his mouth, then crossed his arms and looked at Wang Hao sitting opposite him.

Wang Hao hung his head, looking sullen.