out.

Jiang Weicheng tried a few words and was able to roughly confirm that this time one of their clothing factories had changed its owner. Not only her studio was affected, but also some other small design studios and even some newly established small clothing companies.

Companies are all in the same situation.

As for other nearby clothing factories of similar size, the situation is similar.

There must be someone behind the scenes who is making a big move and wants to uniformly control the prices of factories of this size.

Therefore, now either the studio needs to change the clothing factory it cooperates with, or it must accept the other party's price adjustment.

After all, now that the owner of the factory has changed, the old contract has little restrictions. The other party doesn't care about time and can spend it, but she can't afford it. Moreover, she has already paid part of the deposit, so it is not economical to change the garment factory.

Of course, she can also find a lawyer and come up with a contract to fight head-on, but if it comes down to it, it will still be a waste of her time.

However, Jiang Weicheng knew that among the people who came here today, some of them must have some power. For example, there would be a floating limit on the final price. Otherwise, the other party would not dare to talk to her, the person in charge, by name.

What she has to do now is to fight for the lowest amount they have.

After a few chatter, she sent a few numbers to Guan Yuqing, who was sitting next to the printer she found with her computer on. After receiving it, she immediately drafted the new contract in duplicate, then pretended that nothing was wrong and returned.

box.

Finally, relying on Fu Chen to clink glasses one glass after another, and while the other manager was half drunk and half awake and in high spirits, he got the other party to sign the new contract.

Although the price has been increased, it is still within Jiang Weicheng's acceptable range, and the amount of liquidated damages in the contract has been increased tenfold.

But for future cooperation, she will definitely find a clothing factory again.

This time, it was just a temporary measure.

After that, she opened a private room in the club next to the lake banquet, asked the waiter to help the other party over, and ordered beer and food for them. After paying the bill, she signaled Fu Chen and Guan Yuqing to leave.

Fu Chen, who just picked up the microphone and was about to ask for a song to sing:...?

After the three people walked out of the club, Fu Chen was puzzled: "Just leave people behind like this?"

Jiang Weicheng glanced at him: "What else? After they made such a fuss, do they still want me to sing karaoke with them? Anyway, the new contract has been signed, and when they wake up, there is nothing they can do about it, and there will be no fuss.

No, after all, the price is still within their baseline."

"That makes sense."

"Okay, you have worked hard tonight, I will take you back first."

Fu Chen glanced at her: "Mr. Jiang will send us off in person?"

"You and Yuqing have both been drinking, so it's time to see you off. Get in the car."

Huyan is relatively close to Guan Yuqing and Jiang Weicheng's residence, but it is far away from where Fu Chen lives now. Jiang Weicheng said he wanted to send them off, so he didn't care much about it. After listening to Fu Chen's address, he sent it off first.

Guan Yuqing arrived home.

After she got off the car, Fu Chen, who was sitting in the back seat, opened the door and got out of the car by himself, and sat in the front passenger seat instead.

After he finished fastening his seat belt, he said to Jiang Weicheng: "Please, Mr. Jiang, please give me a ride. I'm sitting in the back alone. I feel like I don't respect you very much. I feel like I'm treating you as a driver."

She nodded and said nothing, turned the steering wheel, turned around and drove into the driveway.

She had been driving for many years and drove the car quickly and steadily, but when she occasionally looked in the rearview mirror, she always felt from the corner of her eye that Fu Chen's eyes seemed to be always falling on her.

After the meeting at the red light, she looked at the other person and found that he was indeed looking at her.

He half-squinted his eyes, and his fair and delicate face was slightly red from the alcohol. He leaned his head against his forehead and stared at himself with a contented look on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked in confusion.

"Mr. Jiang, has anyone ever said that you look handsome when you drive?"

There seemed to be something to this sentence, but Jiang Weicheng classified it as the other party had drunk too much. She did not answer, smiled and started driving the car again.

When the car arrived near Fu Chen's residence, Huo Xichen made a video call to her.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and it should be two or three o'clock in the afternoon for Huo Xichen. During this time, he was supposed to be in class. However, he has been doing internship recently, and his free time has become irregular, and occasionally he will give her some advice at other times.

Telephone.

She was still driving and couldn't answer the video, so she had to plug in her earphones and transfer the voice call.

"Why didn't you pick up the video? Are you still outside?" His voice crossed the day and night and came from the other side of the world. It was particularly moving in my ears.

"Well, I'm driving and can't answer the call. What's wrong with you? Didn't you just make a video call yesterday?"

Huo Xichen sat on the bench in front of the hospital lawn, looking at the tree shadows and the sky in front of him. He didn't know where to start with some words: "I just miss you. Why do you think you are annoying me?"

"Why would I find you annoying? I just hear your voice and you don't seem happy?"

"Well, it's a bit upsetting, but maybe it's a good thing for others, but I don't know yet whether I should be happy about it or not."

After all, if it weren't for that person, he wouldn't have such a miserable childhood. Huo Feifei's coldness, violence, and moodiness are memories that he can't get rid of in his life. He can heal himself, but he can't erase the past.

.

What happens is what already exists.

And that person, with just an apology and a will, tried to reclaim him, which was too unfair to him.

But he didn't know where to start talking about these things.

"Chengcheng... I don't know how to tell you, I miss you very much, I miss you very much, I want to hug you, I miss the smell of you, and I also want you to hug me..."

How can a person be so attached to and miss another person? There were too many moments when he really wanted to leave everything and go back to his country, return to her, and never be separated from her again. "This is too difficult, I can't see her again."

It’s really hard to see you. I feel like I’m sick. Sometimes I suddenly have trouble breathing..."

"Good boy, there are only a few months left, you will be back soon, and then you will be able to see me every day."

She thought about it and was still a little worried, "Well, I'll be home in about an hour. If you're still free later, I'll make a video call to you, okay?"

"Well, I'm not busy today, so I'll wait for you." He agreed obediently and chatted with her for a few more words. When he was about to end the call, another man's voice suddenly appeared on the other end of the phone.

"Turn left ahead." Fu Chen, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up to remind her of the direction.

His voice is not loud, but it is very clear in the quiet car.
Chapter completed!