Little Queen Stepford Wife

Not long after she arrived in the city by car, Su Huixin heard her mobile phone ring. It was her father.

Anyue saw that it was the president, so she gave a pep talk for a while. "Didn't you tell the president before you went abroad?"

Su Huixin shook her head. "No, I told my father."

She wiped her nose with a napkin and quickly answered the phone, "Dad? What's the matter?"

The president panted on the phone and said, "come back quickly. There's an accident here. It's like this for two or three consecutive days. I can't tell you clearly by phone. Come back quickly."

Su Huixin hung up the phone and looked blankly at Anyue. Her brain suddenly trembled like lightning. "Dad said something had happened and asked us to hurry back."

"Mom, brother driver, please hurry up!" Anyue heard it and hurriedly lay on the back of the driver's seat, urging him to accelerate.

Fortunately, this time in city a was not a traffic jam. The driver increased his horsepower and didn't dare to overspeed. He had to take a path to the position of the magazine in the rhythm of Anyue.

An Yue desperately urged Su Huixin and asked Su Huixin, "what happened to you in the end?"

Su Huixin was actually afraid that her father would have problems, but there was no other performance except panting on the phone, so she could only answer nervously: "I guess... It's the company's business."

Both of them went abroad at once, and the company can only temporarily entrust the president to deal with it. After all, they only went abroad for a week, and the magazine has just been on the market, so there shouldn't be too many things.

Who could have imagined what moths would appear just after they left city A.

Su Huixin sighed helplessly, "it's a blessing, not a disaster, but a disaster..."

Anyue looked at Su Huixin with worry. She knew that Su Huixin valued the magazine more than herself, because it was her father's lifelong effort and all her sustenance.

Even if "7 and 8" is gone, Anyue can at least find a job, but Su Huixin and the president belong to the backbone of the family, which has completely collapsed.

Anyue hesitated for a long time and comforted: "don't worry, we are better now than before."

This is what Anyue has always said, but for two people, no matter how good it is, it is also an unknown prospect, an unknown road, or even an unknown ending.

It's a disturbing fact that fate always makes people expect, but it always makes waves.

The taxi finally arrived at its destination. Even the driver felt that he was desperate. He almost forgot how to go on Yangguan Avenue in city A. Anyue stopped her noisy urging and got off the car with Su Huixin's luggage.

As soon as they got off the bus, they were stunned.

There are a lot of newly listed magazines piled up at the door of the old building, and there are even cars to deliver books here. Looking at the busy scene, only an Yue and Su Huixin know that the big thing is bad. How can there be so many returns of this issue of magazines?

The two men ran to the president. The president was talking to the dealer who had just come to return the book. His hand shaking with the pen was a little, but he was still persuading the other party, "this issue of the magazine has just been listed. There is no need to return so soon? I said Lao Lin, we have been friends for so many years. Why should your store give some support?"

Anyue picked up a magazine from the ground. It was the latest editor. Qin Mo's news on it was very obvious. Her heart was cold for a moment. She looked at Su Huixin's body shaking. The double blow made Su Huixin pale. Anyue quickly stretched out her hand and asked angrily: "Our magazine has done it very carefully. Why should we return it? Give me a reason!"

Lao Lin, the bookseller in the store, was startled. He looked at Anyue's ferocious attitude of trying to entangle him with the magazine, and hid behind the president for a while. "This is not my return. It's sent back by those stores under me. It's not easy to sell. They react very hard. I can't give you money to sell books, can I?"

"But generally, the return period is three months. How can you not act according to the rules when you settle the payment and return the book inventory?" An Yue refused to agree with what he said. What's not easy to sell, just don't help to sell. This is basically an act of falling into a well.

The president pressed Anyue, "don't argue, xiao'an, calm down."

"How can you be calm?" Anyue photographed the magazine on the table and tears were about to fall out. "How much did I and the eldest lady pay for this magazine? Staying up late and not sleeping is nothing, being bullied is nothing, being a cow and horse is nothing. People fight for one breath and Buddha fight for one incense. We posted our dignity. We actually got such a result. I don't admit my fate!"

Seeing that Anyue finally stopped arguing with him, the shopkeeper quickly asked his workers to put bundles of books aside, arched hands with the president, made an apology, and immediately turned and slipped away.

Anyue stood there crying. Su Huixin quietly said to the president, "Dad, you go upstairs and have a rest. I'll just tidy up here."

The old president looked like a daughter who grew up overnight. He didn't know what it was like. He knew what Anyue meant. In order for the magazine to survive, the two girls had indeed lost their dignity, but they didn't get anything in return.

The president gently touched Su Huixin's head, "good, Dad shouldn't blame you before. It's dad's fault to put all the magazine on you..."

"Hey, it's all right. I'm your daughter. This is my responsibility." Su Huixin hurriedly put her luggage aside, sat down in the position of the original president, and said with a smile: "who else wants to return the magazine, come to me first to register."

Anyue wiped away her tears and stood beside her. She knew that it was useless to argue or argue with each other. Today's affairs must be the result of someone playing tricks behind her back. She subconsciously looked at the gossip King opposite. The golden sign reflected a bright light in the sun. It seemed that she could see the crowd in those glass windows, There are sarcastic faces, sneering faces, and even you can directly imagine the sinister face of Youshuang.

An Yue and Su Huixin hired several workers to help move the magazines to the office of the big warehouse. They sat in the middle and sighed.

The old president was in poor health and went home early. What he and Su Huixin meant was that they couldn't hold up and didn't have to worry about it for the time being. In a big deal, he sold the house in city a and took Su Huixin to a remote place to spend his old age in peace.

But Su Huixin didn't want to, and Anyue didn't want to admit defeat.

Two people, you look at me and I look at you. In the end, Su Huixin said first, "what do you say?"

Su Huixin always trusted Anyue. She felt that the greatest advantage of Anyue was that she was able to bend and stretch, and she was always full of confidence. Although Anyue cried today, it was a normal performance of girls. Now two people sit cross legged in the pile of magazines. She can deeply feel the burning flame of Anyue.

An Yue tightly wrung her eyebrows and asked, "did the money for the next magazine come to naught?"

Su Huixin, who asked this question, was slightly stunned and had to nod with a bitter smile.

Before, I planned to settle the payment with each store after the three-month accounting period, and then calculate the cost of the next issue of the magazine, so as to ensure that the virtuous cycle continues. Even if the number of magazines is decreasing, it can certainly continue its life.

At present, at least two-thirds of this issue of the magazine has been returned, and the cost of the previous issue has been confiscated. How can we talk in vain about making the next issue of the magazine?

After all, Su Huixin managed the financial affairs, so she had to explain to an Yue slowly word by word.

Anyue was silent for a long time. Finally, she summed up a sentence: "first find a way to sell these magazines. How much they can sell is always better than those rotten in the warehouse."

"How to sell it?"

"Stall!"

“……”

In the scorching sun, there are few people on the whole street. There are several tables outside the three-story old building, which are filled with the latest issue of "7 and 8". An Yue shouted hard with the magazine: "the latest issue of the magazine, you can see a lot of breaking news and discount sales. Each book is 10 yuan. Don't miss it when you pass by. Come and have a look."

Anyue wiped the sweat on her head as she spoke. Compared with the current city a, Venice water city is simply heaven and hell. Choosing to set up a stall in August is a self abusive behavior.

Su Huixin also whispered to her side. After all, she was a little skinny, so she was very embarrassed every time she shouted. The pedestrians always pointed out here, which made her a little ashamed.

But seeing that Anyue worked harder than her, Su Huixin was embarrassed to really ignore it. Instead, Anyue went back according to her, "Miss, just collect the money here. Don't worry about anything else."

Su Huixin replied awkwardly, "the key problem is that no one buys it."

Anyue scratched her head a little. Yes, even if she sold magazines, she had to win by surprise. If all the thousands of magazines in the inventory were sold, there must be a recovery of nearly 10000 yuan. With this money, she can put it into the next issue of magazines to have a way to recycle.

She has to do something.

***

Her eyes silently moved to Su Huixin. An yuelue was a little helpless and said, "if only there were a man between us..."

"Cough! Cough!" Su Huixin almost fainted because of this sentence.

"You have a man."

"Who?" Ann Yue asked strangely.

"Qin mo."

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