He won 900 million in the lottery.

September 20th, the company.

There are still 5 days until I leave for Shanghai.

"Mr. Shen, the first deposit of 100 million yuan for the mobile phone procurement project with Mr. Zhang has been received by both parties, and the performance deposit of 50 yuan has also been received."

From that day on, Qiuya learned how to dress up.

Today, she wore a well-tailored white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, revealing her slender but well-defined wrists. Her thinking was as clear and logical as ever.

I nodded slightly: "The final payment will be made after October 1st. After that, we will mainly follow up on the government's acceptance and accounting progress. According to the agreement, most of the process will be completed within a week at most."

Qiuya: "Okay."

The company rearranged its layout; the mahjong table was moved downstairs, and Liu Haitao purchased a computer and printer based on the list provided by Qiu Ya, and also added two filing cabinets.

The second floor was organized to resemble a conference room.

Qiuya: "Boss, are there any people you invited to play cards today?"

I shook my head.

Qiuya: "Then I'll take half a day off and go help out at my mom's place."

Me: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Qiuya: "My mom closed the factory, right? There are still some old equipment that can be used, but they can only be sold for scrap metal prices, which is a bit of a waste. So I was thinking of taking them back to my hometown and helping her sort them out."

Me: "We've got nothing to do, let's go together."

Qiuya exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Thank you, boss!"

I immediately reached out and pulled Qiuya into my arms.

A kiss that lasts a century: "You're mine. How can you work here with peace of mind if you don't sort out your family problems?"

Qiuya couldn't resist the teasing and wrapped her arms around my neck.

The mother and daughter's bodies were ice-cold. What kind of constitution is this, that can both cool down and aggravate heat?

Two minutes later, I finally pulled my hand out from under Qiuya's clothes amidst her pleas for mercy.

Such a physique makes it irresistible.

I called Xiaomai; I can't do physical labor. My physical condition won't improve without exercise. [Except for push-ups.]

Me: "Xiaomai, have you finished delivering all the packages?"

Xiaomai: "I just finished dropping off my brother and was about to eat."

Me: "Come do some chores for me, and we'll eat together afterwards." [Location]

Wheat: "Should we call someone? I've made two new friends."

This little guy is good at making friends wherever he goes.

Me: "Let's come together."

Since the factory is closed, there must be a lot of miscellaneous and heavy items left, so the more people working there, the better.

In less than 20 minutes, three young men in delivery uniforms, all around seventeen or eighteen years old, stood downstairs.

Xiaomai sent a WeChat message: "Brother Tian, ​​we've arrived."

I drove out of the underground parking garage and gestured for the three people to get in the car.

The two were clearly stunned. "We're all just lowly deliverymen, how come your brother drives a BMW?"

Xiaomai: "Brother Tian, ​​this is my new friend, call him Brother Tian."

"Hello, Brother Tian!"

Qiuya sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. She hadn't expected me to call three people at once to help with the work, and all of them were blond...

Her mother taught her from a young age to stay away from blond-haired men.

Me: "How's work going?"

Xiaomai: "It's alright. I can meet new friends and go out and about. After I finish delivering packages, I often take a walk around."

Me: "You can only take walks!"

Wheat understands what I mean.

Xiaomai: "I understand, Brother Tian. I'll definitely listen to you."

Small cities have their advantages; you can drive to the suburbs in 30 minutes.

We arrived at the factory gate.

I got off the bus first, and then three blond-haired guys followed me off.

Me: "Sister Hong."

Sister Hong was somewhat surprised: "President Shen, what's this?"

Me: "Qiuya said you're moving things. How heavy can you two women do? My younger brother is free right now, let the younger ones do it."

Look, such a small gesture almost made the mother and daughter cry.

Sure enough, bringing people here wasn't a waste!

Although the factory was small, it had a lot of dilapidated machines, and it took three people two or three hours to finish loading the truck.

We returned to Sister Hong's hometown.

The courtyard, which was neither too big nor too small, was completely enclosed and covered with a roof.

Taking over the roof means one thing: demolition is coming. I didn't ask for details.

Young men are great; they have inexhaustible energy when they get to work, and they finished unloading in half an hour.

Back in the city.

I took 1000 yuan out of the car and handed it to Xiaomai: "Take your two brothers out for a nice meal, and you can handle the rest."

They then took out three packs of cigarettes from the car, one for each person.

I don't need to explain the rest; Xiaomai is best at it.

Sure enough, Xiaomai knew what their group needed most, so he took the three of them directly to a roadside night market stall.

Three bowls of stir-fried noodles, two cold dishes, a case of beer, plus a few skewers, 100 yuan is enough.

Then Xiaomai gave each of them a few bills.

the other side.

After seeing Xiaomai off, I took Qiuya and her daughter out to eat. As a key participant in the e-commerce incident, I felt it necessary to understand their family situation.

Order the food.

Sister Hong spoke first: "President Shen, you've helped us a lot again. We never expected that this seemingly insignificant factory could produce so much scrap that it fills a whole truck."

Me: "I also thought that more people would make the work easier."

Qiuya stood silently to the side, just staring at me, which further enhanced my image.

Young girls with no romantic experience tend to magnify a man's positive qualities.

I eventually asked about their family situation: "Sister Hong, I have some questions, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask them?"

Sister Hong: "Mr. Shen, my daughter and I have a very hard life every day. If it weren't for your help, we might not have this family. Please don't be shy, we don't treat you like an outsider."

Since that's the case, then I won't stand on ceremony.

Me: "Are you currently insolvent and forced to close your factory?"

Sister Hong: "No, after all these years, I still have some savings. After you helped me get the money back, I cleared up the bank loans and workers' wages, and in the last few days I also got the payments from the suppliers. The factory itself really couldn't keep operating, so I'm closing it down before it starts losing money."

Me: "That's good. What are your plans for the future?"

Sister Hong: Not yet. I've been running my own factory for over 10 years to support Qiuya's schooling. It's exhausting, and I want to take a break.

Me: "Okay, take a rest. You're too thin, you need to rest and eat more to replenish your body."

Sister Hong seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly her face turned red, and she stopped talking.

I felt a little awkward, and the three of us fell silent as we picked up some food.

After finishing my meal, I drove them home, and before they could even ask me to stay, I drove off.

The mother and daughter were left alone, secretly laughing.

The two returned home.

Sister Hong frowned: "Qiuya, do you like him?"

Qiuya blushed, but still nodded in agreement.

Hongjie: "You know, I bought an apartment in Building A of Dingxin Apartment, where he kept a high school senior as his mistress."

Qiuya: "I know, Mom. I have that girl's WeChat. He's not just keeping her as a sugar daddy; he's also supporting her through her college entrance exams."

Sister Hong: "You're asking about him?"

Qiuya: "Yes, otherwise how could I trust him to help us solve our problems?"

Sister Hong sat down without saying a word. She felt she had no right to lecture her daughter, after all, even she herself…

Qiuya stubbornly raised her head and looked at her mother: "Mom, I understand what you mean, but the boss is not the kind of man you always tell me about. I know what I'm doing."

Sister Hong: "Sigh, how can you possibly hold onto a man like him? You simply can't. Are you going to follow in my footsteps?"

Qiuya: "Mom, I don't expect that much. We've been together for 20 years, and I've long seen through it all. It's the same whether there's a man in my life or not. But since God has arranged for him to appear in our lives, I accept this kind of life, as long as he doesn't kick me out."

Sister Hong: "You'll regret this."

Qiuya: "Mom, have you regretted it these past 20 years?"

Hongjie's silence provided the answer.