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

"What's up?" Lu Weidong answered the phone.

"Um..." On the other end of the phone, Su Feng scratched his head, a little hesitant about how to start the conversation.

"Today, I went out to run some errands. I came back around seven o'clock, from a residential area..." He was still setting the stage.

"Spit it out," Lu Weidong interrupted rudely.

Su Feng choked for a moment, his temples throbbing. He really regretted making that call; that guy had really put on a show.

"Your wife seems to be..." he began.

"You went to see Wenxi?" Lu Weidong immediately became alert, his voice rising.

"Can you shut up?!" Su Feng said, suppressing his anger. "I called you in the middle of the night to let you know, are you going to listen to me or not? If not, I'm hanging up!"

Finally, there was silence on the other end.

Su Feng recounted how he met Ye Wenxi in the bungalow area, mentioned her foot injury, and then took her home.

There was still no response from the other end...

"Feed? Lu Weidong!" Su Feng blew hard into the microphone, "Whoosh—can you hear me?"

"able."

"Then why the hell are you farting?!" Su Feng's face turned red.

"I'm thinking," Lu Weidong said slowly.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Feng asked irritably.

"Why are you going to the bungalow area so late at night?"

Su Feng's veins throbbed, and he gritted his teeth: "I told you! I want to go home!"

"Your home isn't in the bungalow area," Lu Weidong said innocently.

Su Feng took a deep breath, feeling his blood pressure soaring.

"No...can't you show some concern for your wife?"

"She sprained her ankle, didn't you help her?" Lu Weidong asked, following up on the conversation.

"Didn't I tell you I took her home?!" Su Feng was on the verge of a breakdown.

"You didn't carry her on your back? You didn't help her?" Lu Weidong asked tentatively, his tone tinged with amusement.

Su Feng's temple throbbed with a vein: "She walked by herself!"

"Then why don't you carry her on your back?" Lu Weidong continued to provoke her. "If you don't carry her, her feet will hurt so much!"

Su Feng was so angry he kept shouting:

"Are you trying to trick me into telling me something?"

He took a deep breath and shouted into the microphone:

"Lu Weidong, you just wait! If this happens again, and I call you again, I'm a dog!"

Lu Weidong's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Let me hear you bark twice."

"Lu Weidong! You're so..."

Before Su Feng could finish cursing, Lu Weidong slammed the phone down and smiled with satisfaction.

Logically, one should thank the person who helped their wife.

But... who can blame him when that person is Su Feng?

Ye Wenxi didn't sleep well that night. She would wake up with pain in her ankle every time she turned over, and she didn't get up until almost 10 a.m. the next day.

After Ye Wenxi finished washing up with a limp, she came downstairs and saw Lu Zhenghua sitting on the sofa yawning.

"Hey? Dad, you didn't go to play chess?"

"Ah, Wenxi's up!" Lu Zhenghua perked up the moment he saw her. "Quickly call Weidong back, that brat's made almost eight hundred calls this morning!"

Ye Wenxi paused, "Uh...-_-||"

It seems Su Feng told him about this.

Finally, after Ye Wenxi returned the call to his office, things quieted down on the other end.

That day, Ye Wenxi simply moved her office to Lu Zhenghua's study.

Unable to leave the house, he stayed by the phone, communicating a lot of things with several different organizations.

The first call was to the department store.

After much haggling with Zhang Weimin, the head of the business department, he finally relented.

He offered a sound suggestion: there's no need to rush into setting up a fixed sales window; you could try temporary display booths first, similar to setting up a stall periodically.

Since the clothing company mainly focuses on customization, it only needs to keep a small amount of stock on hand, so there's no need to occupy a whole space.

Ye Wenxi understood immediately. This approach made the risks more manageable for the department store, allowing for flexible adjustments in any situation.

Her eyes lit up; she thought it was a great idea. The two agreed to have a meal together later and talk in detail.

Ye Wenxi was in a good mood after hanging up the phone.

Although there is no fixed window, the temporary exhibition and sale allows us to sell finished products, promote our products, accept custom orders, and handle a series of pre-sales and after-sales matters such as custom pickup and returns.

Once she has a steady stream of customers, the department store will naturally make room for her without her having to ask.

The second call was to the Light Industry Bureau, not to complain, but to lay the groundwork.

Ye Wenxi dialed the phone of Deputy Director Liu Jianguo. After exchanging a few pleasantries, she used the pretext of reporting on her work to subtly hint at the activities of the garment company.

Liu Jianguo did indeed ask.

After all, Chengyi Company was the first and only privately-owned clothing enterprise in Harbin with some scale and design capabilities. It was the first enterprise to grow freely after the reform policy was introduced.

If it really comes to fruition in the future, it will be a calling card and a testament to achievement.

Ye Wenxi said, "Director Liu, let me report on the progress."

Liu Jianguo laughed: "Alright, alright, go ahead."

Ye Wenxi: "Orders increased significantly last month, and we also secured the GG booth and sales area at the department store. Although the scale is not large, I personally feel that this step is a milestone."

"Ultimately, the reason we've been able to grow so quickly is thanks to the policy support from the bureau. If it weren't for your and the bureau's backing, our small workshop wouldn't even dare to dream of these things."

Liu Jianguo smiled, knowing that Ye Wenxi was flattering him, but everyone likes to hear flattery.

"Hey, don't say that. You guys did a great job. It's mainly because of you, Comrade Ye, who dared to think and act. As for us... we haven't done much substantial work yet." Liu Jianguo lowered himself down a bit.

Ye Wenxi immediately replied:

"That's because we haven't encountered any problems yet. For example, if someone maliciously harms our interests, I believe the bureau will definitely speak up for us."

Liu Jianguo nodded: "That's for sure. Enterprises like yours that are at the forefront and are hardworking and down-to-earth should be given key support."

Ye Wenxi smiled:

"I'm relieved to hear that. I'll talk to you privately next time so you can give me some more guidance."

Throughout her phone call today, she used the word "report" very frequently.

It's not about truly considering oneself a subordinate; it's about bringing the Light Industry Bureau into "one of our own."

Liu Jianguo knew perfectly well that this matter had nothing to do with the bureau. But the people kept mentioning their powerful backers and reporting back, so what could he say?

You can't hit someone who's smiling, especially someone who's really good with words.

Ye Wenxi's goal today is simple: to officially link the Garment Company and the Light Industry Bureau together.

She doesn't care what the bureau is doing right now; it can't be rushed, and there's no point in rushing it.

Because no business owner is so naive as to think that they can gain real support with just a few nice words.

She still needs to work on this "title" and "common stance" to gradually infiltrate the issue.

First, get the bureau used to the idea that "the garment company is one of our own," and then gradually tie them to our interests.

When the garment company grows bigger in the future, when its sales volume is tied to the reputation of Harbin Light Industry, and when it is placed alongside Liu Jianguo's performance evaluation and even year-end summary.

At that time, the interests of the garment company will be the interests of the Light Industry Bureau.

Ye Wenxi's difficulties are the same difficulties faced by the Light Industry Bureau.

Ye Wenxi hung up the phone, took a sip of water, and immediately dialed the clothing company again.

The two had a normal, routine conversation for a while, after which the tone on the other end of the phone changed.

"Wenxi, there's something... I don't know what's going on, but something feels off," Sun Xiaolan said in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wenxi's heart tightened.

"Someone came to the garment company yesterday. If I remember correctly, it was Director Huang from the Political Department," Sun Xiaolan recalled.

He just asked if you were there and when you were coming back.

"I asked him what it was about, but he didn't say. He just said he'd tell me when you got back."

Ye Wenxi frowned.

The Political Department contacted her, but Lu Weidong didn't mention it, so it seems Lu Weidong didn't know either.

That means this matter has nothing to do with the military region or military families; it's purely Ye Wenxi's own business.

Then it must be a ready-to-wear company.

Under what circumstances would matters concerning the clothing industry involve the "political department" of a military region?

Ye Wenxi's mind raced, and he roughly came up with a guess.

Those people who had been ignored by her have probably made a scene at the Political Department!