With the shopping system in hand, I became the richest man in the 1980s

Chapter 7 Wife Song Wanrou

Chu Qingjiang replied: "It's best to come to work tomorrow. Our store will open the day after tomorrow. We have a lot to do these two days. You and Dongzi should come and help me."

Chu Qinghe immediately said, "Okay, then I'll quit my job tomorrow morning and then go to the store to help you."

"Row."

Chu Qingjiang wrote down the address of the store to him and also explained the location of the courtyard house.

The courtyard was not far from his home, and after he told his family, they all knew its approximate location.

Lin Daxia asked Chu Qingjiang again, "Boss, do you need tickets for these rare items you sell in your store?"

Nowadays, watches, color TVs, washing machines and other products sold in department stores not only require tickets, but also require people to wait in line before they can be purchased.

Whenever these scarce goods arrive, people who want to buy them have to line up early to get them.

Chu Qingjiang shook his head. "No need for tickets, no purchase restrictions, just pay the money."

“Then there will be no problem selling it.”

After Lin Daxia finished speaking, she asked him with concern, "Boss, don't you need money to buy these goods? If you need money, your father and I still have some. You can use it first."

Chu Qingjiang replied, "No, no, I'm the agent. They ship the goods first and settle the bill later. I'm responsible for helping them sell the goods and earn the difference in profit. I don't have to pay for it."

Lin Daxia couldn't believe it. "Is your boss in Gangcheng so nice? Isn't he afraid that you will take the goods or sell them for money and run away?"

Chu Qingjiang smiled faintly.

"He's not afraid of me running away. First, I rely on him to make a living. Second, he knows all about me. Most importantly, he trusts me enough to believe that I won't betray him or do anything to let him down."

Lin Daxia looked at her eldest son with a look of satisfaction, praising him generously, "My eldest son is becoming more and more calm now. No wonder the boss of Gangcheng trusts you so much."

Chu Qingjiang smiled but said nothing.

He certainly wouldn't tell his parents about the huge debt he owed to the system, lest they worry about him and it wouldn't solve the problem.

Whatever happens, he can handle it himself.

After dinner, Chu Qingjiang went to the next door and called Zheng Xiangdong out. He told him again about opening a store selling watches and electrical appliances, and sincerely invited him to come and help with the work.

Zheng Xiangdong also had no job.

When he heard Chu Qingjiang say that if he worked with him, he could earn 100 yuan a month and sell hot-selling products, he immediately nodded in agreement, "Okay! Old Chu, I'll follow you!"

Chu Qingjiang knew that he would not say anything, so he patted his shoulder and said seriously: "Don't worry, Dongzi, as long as you work hard, I will not treat you unfairly."

Zheng Xiangdong laughed out loud: "Of course I know you won't treat me badly. If you dare to treat me badly, are you still my brother?"

Chu Qingjiang said to him again: "Then it's settled. I'll ask you to go with me tomorrow morning after breakfast."

Zheng Xiangdong nodded, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"

After returning home, everyone washed up and went to bed.

Chu Qingjiang lay on the simple camp bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Now they already have three people, and they need to find a deliveryman who can drive, and a mechanic to do after-sales service.

In this day and age, technicians who can drive and repair electrical appliances are scarce talents.

If he really can't find the right person, he will look for the universal system to help him solve the problem.

Early the next morning.

After finishing his breakfast, Chu Qingjiang took the documents for transferring his household registration, went to the next door to call Zheng Xiangdong, and then they rode their tricycle to the street office together.

The street office had a special person in charge of this matter, and he quickly completed the relevant procedures for the educated youth to return to the city and transfer his household registration.

After leaving the street office, Chu Qingjiang went to the post office to call Song Wanrou to let her know that he was safe.

At this moment, Song Wanrou was thinking about Chu Qingjiang. She wondered if he had arrived in Beijing safely. When would he write to her? Or call to let her know he was safe?

Ever since Chu Qingjiang returned to Beijing, there have been many gossiping women in the village gossiping about him in the past two days.

Those gossipy women spoke with a gloating tone, as if they wished Chu Qingjiang would never come back, and she, Song Wanrou, would become that poor unwanted woman, so that they could feel some sense of superiority.

Song Wanrou was too lazy to bother with these nagging old women.

To imagine other people's misery to highlight one's own happiness only shows that they are not living a good life.

Although Song Wanrou was born in the countryside, she was good-looking, had attended high school, and was the treasure of her parents and brother.

Under the care of her family, she never suffered any hardship or fatigue and lived a happy life.

Chu Qingjiang is an educated youth from Beijing. He has a high school education and is tall and handsome.

Only with his active pursuit will she fall in love with him and like him willingly.

When she married Chu Qingjiang, countless women secretly envied and envied her.

Now that Chu Qingjiang has returned to the city and Beijing, aren't they just hoping that Chu Qingjiang will dump her?
Before that, she was coaxed into signing a divorce agreement with Chu Qingjiang by his sweet words.

When her parents and brother and sister-in-law found out, they scolded her for being short-sighted. They were afraid that after Chu Qingjiang signed the divorce papers, he would become like many other educated youth who returned to the city and never look back.

In fact, she knew the whole thing clearly.

If Chu Qingjiang really didn't have her in his heart, even if she could force him to stay, he would still resent her in his heart, and their future would not be happy.

If Chu Qingjiang really had her in his heart, he would do as he promised and come back to pick her up to Beijing after he was settled.

Just think of it as a gamble!

If she really lost the bet, she would have nothing to say, she would just wish him happiness.

To be honest, if one day Chu Qingjiang wanted to leave her, she would not try to keep him.

She also has her pride and dignity.

The marriage she wants is one in which two people understand and tolerate each other, work together, and become an intimate couple who can share both joys and sorrows.

What's the point of her coming to a man whose heart is not with her and whom she can't keep?
Of course, it’s a clean break, a quick separation, and a new life.

This is why in Chu Qingjiang’s nightmare, Song Wanrou resolutely turned around and left after she knew that he was married to Huang Xue.

If she hadn't had the accident, with her personality, she would have been able to live well even if she was separated from Chu Qingjiang.

Just as Song Wanrou was thinking about Chu Qingjiang, a little boy's voice rang out at the gate, "Sister Wanrou, there's a call for you. My grandfather said it's from Beijing, asking you to go to the village committee to answer the call."

The little boy who was speaking was Song Qihu, the six-year-old grandson of the village party secretary.

He hasn't started school yet, but he's a clever kid who follows his grandfather, the village party secretary, around every day.

If the village party secretary needs to run errands or call people for help, let him do it.

When Song Wanrou heard that the call was from Beijing, she immediately thought that it was Chu Qingjiang who called.

She quickly stood up, reached out and grabbed a few more candies, walked out the door, and gave the candies to Xiao Qihu who came to bring the message, "Qihu, here's some candy for you. Thank you for coming to tell me about this."

Song Qihu took her candy, grinned, and said politely: "Sister Wanrou, thank you for the candy."

Song Wanrou arrived at the village committee and had just sat for a while when the phone rang again.

She picked up the phone and asked gently, "Hello, I'm Song Wanrou, is this Qingjiang?"

(End of this chapter)