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Chapter 1570 Winter vacation, downstairs of the girls’ dormitory!

After the show, Zhao Weihong walked out with her colleagues, holding her bag tightly in both hands. She was absent-minded even when responding to her friends' greetings. She stumbled and almost fell when going down the stairs.

"Hey, Wei Hong, slow down!" The husband, who had been waiting outside on his bicycle, hurried over when he saw this.

She was relieved when she saw her husband Zhao Weihong: "Lao Li, let's go home!"

"Okay!" The couple walked out. Seeing that his wife was holding the bag tightly, the honest and simple old Li couldn't help but feel curious.

He made a joke: "Wei Hong, what important thing is inside? Look at you making such a fuss, could it be a bag of money?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong's spirit, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again, and she hugged the bag in her arms tighter again, because this was something that could change the fate of her family in the future.

With a serious expression, he whispered, "Old Li, don't ask any more questions, just go home first!"

"Hmm~" Old Li didn't think much about it.

At this time, Wu Mingfan just came out of the hotel and was about to drive home when he saw the nervous looks of these two people. He immediately realized that it was 01, an era when surveillance cameras were not fully covered, and petty thefts were almost everywhere.

So she walked towards them and greeted them with a smile: "Sister Zhao!"

"Hello, Mr. Wu!" The expression on Zhao Weihong's face was both grateful and reserved.

Seeing this, Mr. Li standing by did nothing but said, "Hello, Mr. Wu~"

"Take my car, don't ride your bike so late!"

Wu Mingfan planned to send them both back to avoid any accidents on the way.

After some refusals, the couple had no choice but to get in the car. They had never been in such a high-end Mercedes-Benz before, and they didn't even know where to put their hands after getting in.

After seeing it through the rearview mirror, Wu Mingfan casually played some soothing music.

"Relax, Sister Zhao. As long as you keep up your current performance and work hard, I guarantee you'll be able to buy one next year!"

"Well...I don't dare to think about it!" Zhao Weihong waved her hands repeatedly. Having a bigger house is her ideal in this life.

This left the husband, Mr. Li, who was standing by, a little confused. What did this mean?

It was not until he returned home and walked into the bedroom that he saw his wife mysteriously close the door and pour everything in her bag onto the bed. That Mr. Li's blood pressure rose so high that he almost suffocated.

After several tens of seconds of rest, he pointed to the bed with a trembling hand, stared wide-eyed and stammered
"What...what is this?"

"Qian, what's wrong? Don't you know it?"

"Of course I know about money, but where did so much money come from?"

"I earned it!" Zhao Weihong took off her coat slowly, with a nonchalant look on her face, as if it was not 15 but 15 yuan.

This scared Mr. Li, who thought his wife had done something illegal.

Seeing her husband like this, Zhao Weihong was so happy that she even felt proud. After all, she had no choice but to go to her old colleague to sell products. This man felt very embarrassed about it. Now that there were 15 yuan in front of him, that little bit of face was nothing!

After a lot of explanation, Lao Li finally accepted the reality of earning 15 yuan a month. He looked up at his wife, whose beauty had long faded. How could she still look so beautiful?

More than ten minutes later...

The couple snuggled together and whispered to each other. Looking at the bag filled with money beside them, Zhao Weihong felt deeply moved.

As the weather was getting colder, odd jobs became less and less available. A friend told me that Yifan Real Estate was hiring. Although they didn't know what specific work they would do, the basic salary was 500 yuan per month, so the two of them decided to go and give it a try.

I didn't expect that I would be selected, while my old friend who was laid off with me failed. Then I thought about getting by through a few months of training. Although 500 yuan is not much, at least it is better than earning nothing.

She could never have imagined that the result would be like this. Earning 15 yuan a month, not to mention her husband, even Zhao Weihong herself feels like she is in a dream.

No matter how sleepy I was, I dared not close my eyes, for fear that when I woke up it would all be a dream… Those millions of dollars were not wasted, and all the employees went to work the next day as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood. The company gradually got back on track, and in the blink of an eye, New Year’s Day was over and it was time for school holidays.

Wu Mingfan also appeared on campus after a long time. There was no way he could come and show up during the holidays.

"Knock knock knock!" There was a knock on the door of my supervisor, Associate Professor Zhao Zhang's office.

"Come in~"

"Professor Zhao!"

"Oh, what a rare guest~" Zhao Zhang was only 36 years old, so he made a joke when he saw Wu Mingfan.

"My dear teacher, Happy New Year!" Wu Mingfan smiled and placed a pile of New Year's goods on his desk.

In a sense, the student in front of him can be regarded as his own small boss. As an associate professor in the Department of Architecture, Zhao Zhang also works part-time as a design consultant for the Beijing branch of Changji Group. He puts tens of thousands of yuan in consulting fees directly into his pocket every month.

So I didn't take the stand, but pointed to the chair opposite and asked him to sit down. There was tea over there and he could pour it himself if he wanted.

"Zi~" Wu Mingfan was not polite. He still needed a cup of hot tea since the weather was cold.

"I won't be polite with you. I heard that you've made a lot of money by starting a company. There's nothing to do at school, and you don't have to worry about the project. Anyway, you don't expect to use this to find a job in the future~"

"Okay, thank you Teacher Zhao!"

After chatting for a few more sentences, Wu Mingfan got up and left. Since he came to the school, he would naturally go to find the eldest lady to maintain a good relationship with her.

Because of the busy work at the company during this period, the two of them can only talk on the phone. Fortunately, they have Xu Lin as their best assistant, otherwise they would have become estranged after not seeing each other for a month.

We drove directly to the girls' dormitory. Some students had already left the school for the holidays, and there was a constant stream of students coming and going.

After receiving the call, Wang Ying went downstairs wearing her coat. Her short hair was casually tucked behind her ears. She wore a black turtleneck tight sweater and ordinary dark jeans. It snowed in Beijing two days ago, so she specially wore a pair of boots on her feet.

"Why are you here?" It was cold, so he blew on his hands while speaking.

"I came here to see you!" Wu Mingfan naturally moved over and stretched out his hand to help him straighten the white plaid woolen coat he was wearing.

Because they were so close, they could both feel each other's heartbeat. Wang Ying's cheeks instantly turned red again and she turned her head away embarrassedly.

"Hey, your company..." Wang Ying was just about to bring up a topic when the cell phone in her pocket rang.

Seeing that the caller ID was Xu Lin, he picked up the phone, put it to his ear and said unhappily: "You'd better be busy!"

"Miss, did Brother Wu drive here?"

"Yes..." Wang Ying was about to respond subconsciously, but she felt something was wrong as soon as she said one word.

"No, how do you know it was him?"

Xu Lin was holding a suitcase in his left hand. After saying hello to his roommate Xiao Qianxi, he walked towards the dormitory door while talking on the phone.

"Oh my dear, who else would come to see you except Brother Wu!"

"I don't have time to chat with you. Tell me what you want to talk about!"

"My train is at 2:40, but it's already 1:30. Could you please, Brother Wu, give me a ride?"

Xu Lin also reached the first floor at this time. When he saw the two of them, he hung up the phone and threw himself on Wang Ying.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)