The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 211 Miss Calendar (1)
Ye Qingran had never encountered such a situation before, and he had a headache.

"Everyone, calm down, the eldest lady will definitely give us an explanation." A calm middle-aged man's voice sounded, and everyone fell silent.

It was Li Fuhai.

He has been following Ye Jiezhi in managing the silk shop for many years, and he and Ye Jiezhi have always been brothers.He ate and lived with the clerks in the shop all year round, and naturally there was a kind of dignity among them that no one else could replace.

"Uncle Li." Ye Qingran took a deep look at Li Fuhai, "You list the salaries that all the employees in the two shops should pay, and I will figure out a way. At the latest, the day after tomorrow, I will return the salaries owed to everyone, and go Get busy—"

Seven or eight guys dispersed.

"Qingran, for more than half a year, only this one shop's profit is barely enough to pay everyone's salaries. How to manage the next step, I have to use my brain."

"Uncle Li, over the past year, my dad's heart has been on real estate. The two shops are thanks to you, thank you—" She bowed to Li Fuhai.

Li Fuhai sighed, "Now that Jiezhi is leaving, you and your mother can discuss how this shop is—"

"Uncle Li, I'll take care of this shop." Her gaze was firm.

She has already made up her mind that she must rely on the silk shop in her hand to make money to support her family. Shanghai, a place full of opportunities and challenges, is full of gold. What she wants to learn is how to pick up the gold on the ground and put it in her pocket.

Without money, what would mother and younger brother do?
The money I earn from writing things is at most because I have a lot of money and can't support my family at all.

She wants to go into business!

Ye Qingran decisively closed the poorly managed shop, moved all the goods inside to another shop, and at the same time laid off staff in the shop, leaving only Li Fuhai and two hard-working and quick-witted guys.

In the evening, Ye Qingran held the salary list that Li Fuhai had given her, feeling very heavy.

Now that the people have been laid off and the salary has not been paid to others, I am already very embarrassed.

Money, money must be found!
She came to "Zhong Ji Photo Studio".

"Qingran—" Zhong Yimin saw her, and walked over with the work he had thrown in his hand.

He looked at her black clothes and the small white flowers in her hair, and felt cold, "You—"

Ye Qingran suppressed the grief in his heart and asked, "Is Shushu there?"

"It's—upstairs." The honest and honest man was busy hiding his embarrassment, "Qingran, is your house—"

"I'm going up, Brother Yi Min." She didn't want him to see the tears in the corners of her eyes, so she hurriedly turned around and went upstairs.

Knock on Zhong Shushu's bedroom.

"What's the matter between you and Tang Chengxun? It's been published in the newspapers. The news of his big wedding, although he didn't say who the bride is, I always think it can't be you." Shushu, who has always been nervous, caught a glimpse Ye Qingran was dressed in black filial piety, "What's the matter? When did it happen? Is it Papa Ye or—"

"It's my dad." She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Shushu, lend me some money."

"Papa Ye is so young, how could he—"

"Sudden cardiac arrest, sudden death." She burst out a few words between her teeth, and her heart was like a thousand swords poking.

"Oh—" Shushu's eyes widened, "Qingran—"

Zhong Shushu opened and closed her mouth, not knowing how to comfort the woman in front of her.

"The workers in my shop haven't been paid for months. I need a sum of money urgently. How much do you have?"

She looked at Zhong Shushu with expectation in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)