Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 68 The Company Moved

"What do you mean by 'wanting to go back'?" Cheng Wanhua patted the sofa. "I'm just using my own advantages to help him out."

Zhou Lijuan looked at him but didn't reply.

Cheng Wanhua continued, his speech becoming increasingly rapid: "Think about it, your son is handling so many things by himself, he must be overwhelmed. Wouldn't it be great if we went and helped him out? Besides..."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"This situation isn't going to work."

These words struck a nerve with Zhou Lijuan.

Since Chengda Garment Factory was transferred to Wang Guanxi, the two of them have become completely unemployed.

Cheng Wanhua did try to find a job.

He worked as a food delivery driver for two days and came back complaining of being exhausted.

"The sun is so strong, it's making my scalp hurt."

"There are so many slopes in Jiangcheng, my legs are about to break from climbing so many stairs."

"Each order only pays four yuan, and you can't even earn a hundred yuan a day."

On the third day, he didn't go.

Zhou Lijuan asked him if he was still going to make deliveries, and he waved his hand dismissively: "Why bother making deliveries? Jiangcheng is such a small place, there are so few orders, I can't make any money at all. I might as well stay home and rest."

Zhou Lijuan wanted to scold him right then and there.

But seeing his sunburnt face, she swallowed her words.

Now the family is living off the little money they had left, and they're just going to run out of it.

Xiao Jun also has to pay for extracurricular classes every month. Tuition, food, clothes and shoes—all of these cost money.

If this continues, we won't last more than a few months before we're starving.

Zhou Lijuan sighed.

"You want me to go find Edison Chen?"

Cheng Wanhua's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Yes! Go and have a good talk with him. He's not the kind of person who's heartless; you're his own mother, how could he not give you a meal?"

Zhou Lijuan did not speak.

She hesitated.

She still feels ashamed when she thinks about the time she took Xiaojun to put up a banner at the company entrance.

At that time, Cheng Wanhua patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's only natural for a mother to scold her son."

The results of it?

The entire police station was raided; they sat in the interrogation room for several hours before finally slinking out in disgrace.

Now she's going to see Wang Guanxi again, and she really can't bring herself to do it.

Cheng Wanhua grew anxious when she remained silent.

"Honey, think about Xiaojun. We can't keep going on like this, can we? Xiaojun is only eight years old; there will be so many expenses in the future."

He glanced at Xiao Jun, who was doing his homework, and his voice softened.

"Just give it a try, and if it doesn't work out, that's fine. What if your son softens?"

Zhou Lijuan remained silent for a long time.

She looked at Xiao Jun's back, then at Cheng Wanhua's face, which was filled with the thought of "I'm counting on you."

Finally, she nodded.

"I'll give it a try. But don't get your hopes up too high."

Cheng Wanhua was so happy he almost jumped off the sofa.

"Okay, okay! Go now! The sooner we clarify things and make a decision, the sooner we can!"

"Now?" Zhou Lijuan glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost five in the afternoon.

"What's wrong with going now? He's not not at the company."

Zhou Lijuan hesitated for a moment, then changed her clothes and went out.

……

Zhou Lijuan mustered up her courage to go out the door.

She changed her clothes twice at home and finally chose a dark blue floral shirt. Her hair was neatly combed, and she applied a thin layer of lipstick.

She hailed a taxi and went straight to Wang Guanxi's company.

But when he arrived at Jiangcheng Guanxi Trading Co., Ltd., he found the door locked.

Looking through the glass door, the room was completely empty; there wasn't even a table.

Several pieces of waste paper were scattered on the ground, and there was half an empty mineral water bottle in the corner.

Zhou Lijuan stood at the door, not reacting for a long time.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally decided to take out her phone, find Wang Guanxi's number, and dial it.

It rang several times before I answered.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Edison Chen, why is no one at your company? The doors are all locked."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"The company just moved this morning. We're now working at Chengda Garment Factory."

Zhou Lijuan tightened her grip on her phone.

Chengda Garment Factory.

That place where she and Cheng Wanhua worked together for more than ten years.

"Then...should I go there now?"

"Okay. When we arrive, have the receptionist give me the phone number."

The phone hangs up.

Zhou Lijuan stood in the empty company entrance, lost in thought for a few seconds.

Then he turned around and hailed another taxi.

……

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of Chengda Garment Factory.

Zhou Lijuan got off the bus and looked at the familiar iron gate, feeling a mix of emotions.

The factory is still the same factory.

But the sign at the entrance has been changed.

The words "Chengda Garment Factory" used to be there, but they've faded and the paint has peeled off.

Now it displays the four large characters "Chongxi Apparel" in gold foil, shimmering in the sunlight.

The security guard has also been replaced.

The old man who used to be glued to his phone all the time is gone, replaced by a young man in uniform, standing ramrod straight.

Zhou Lijuan walked in, and the security guard glanced at her.

"Auntie, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Wang Guanxi, your CEO Wang."

Do you have an appointment?

"I am his mother."

The security guard paused for a moment, looked her up and down, and then picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words.

"Auntie, please wait a moment, someone is coming to pick you up."

Less than two minutes later, Cecilia Cheung walked out of the office building.

"Auntie, this way please."

Zhou Lijuan followed her inside.

As she passed the workshop, she glanced inside through the glass.

All the machines have been replaced. Rows and rows of brand-new sewing machines are in operation. The workers are working with their heads down. The workshop is spotless and much better than when she was in charge.

Zhou Lijuan felt a pang of sadness, but said nothing.

I went upstairs and walked to the office door.

Cecilia Cheung knocked on the door.

"Mr. Wang, Auntie has arrived."

"Come in."

The door opened, and Wang Guanxi sat behind his desk, a stack of documents piled up in front of him.

He was wearing a dark gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was a little shorter than when we last met. He looked more energetic.

"Mom, sit down."

Zhou Lijuan sat down in the chair and put her bag on her lap.

Cecilia Cheung poured a glass of water and placed it in front of her before leaving.

Only the mother and son remained in the office.

Wang Guanxi leaned back in his chair, looking at her.

"Mom, what do you want?"

Zhou Lijuan picked up her water glass, took a sip, and put it down.

"Edison Chen, Mom wants to discuss something with you."

"you say."

"Mom is unemployed now, and your Uncle Cheng is also doing nothing. He went to deliver food a couple of days ago, and look how tanned he is, as dark as charcoal."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, found a photo, and handed it over.

In the photo, Cheng Wanhua is wearing a yellow helmet and a food delivery vest. His face is sunburned and there is a clear dividing line on his neck, which is white on top and black on the bottom, making it look like he is wearing a mask.

Wang Guanxi glanced at it and pushed the phone back.

Delivering food is hard work.

"That's right," Zhou Lijuan quickly chimed in, "His legs were swollen after only two days of work. You know, he used to be a factory manager, he's never experienced any hardship..."

Wang Guanxi did not respond.

Zhou Lijuan continued, her speech becoming increasingly rapid.

"Mom was thinking, you just started a new brand, right? You must be short-handed. Mom has worked in the clothing industry for so many years, I can do any kind of job. Your Uncle Cheng can also help, moving goods, watching the warehouse, anything."