Switched Marriage: The Coddled Little Wife-Chapter 388: I’ll Take You to the Manager

"What are you rambling about again? How did you bring up Qin Juan again?"

Jia Liang, like stepping on his tail, suddenly shouted coldly.

Feng Zhong looked at him meaningfully, "If you’re not interested in Qin Juan, why would you buy porridge for her?"

Jia Liang also felt that his reaction was too exaggerated just now and adjusted his emotions to explain, "I just see that it’s not easy for a woman to raise a child alone. You should mind your words, don’t talk nonsense all the time. Also, if you like the girl, go through a matchmaker to propose marriage properly, and court her decently instead of acting like a hooligan."

"Brother Liang, see what you’re saying, I am courting her properly. There will be a matchmaker, but I need to build up the feelings first, right? I’ll propose after the new year."

Jia Liang then nodded, "As long as you are aware of it, that’s fine. She’s a young girl, and you’re not that young, don’t do anything inappropriate."

"I got it, Brother Liang. Do I look like that kind of person to you?"

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In the lobby, Gao Lele fiddled with the abacus, truly about to cry.

Qin Jianjun passed by the front desk and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong, Lele?"

When Gao Lele looked up and saw it was Qin Jianjun, tears fell.

Qin Jianjun saw there was something wrong and went over to comfort her, "Don’t cry, tell me what’s the matter slowly."

"Today... my accounts don’t match again, off by more than 20 yuan. I was very careful, I remember every entry clearly, and I kept the money properly, I don’t know why it doesn’t match..."

She wiped her tears, continuing to slide the abacus beads around.

Qin Jianjun took her abacus, "Let me help you calculate, read them to me."

Gao Lele took a couple of deep breaths, stabled her emotions, and read each item to him.

After finishing, they counted the cash again, and it was off by 24 yuan and 60 cents.

Gao Lele saw this number, and her tears came again.

"It’s the same as what I calculated before, what should I do? I was off by 10 yuan a few days ago, and more than 20 yuan today, my monthly salary is hardly enough to cover this, I still have to give my mom 30 yuan each month, and I wanted to buy new clothes for the New Year too..."

Gao Lele became more and more saddened.

Hearing that the money was off before, Qin Jianjun also found this suspicious.

Since Qin’s Bun Shop opened, it was Gao Lele who managed the accounts at the front desk, and there had never been a mistake.

And since there was a discrepancy a few days ago, Gao Lele would have been even more careful; it didn’t make sense for the discrepancy to be bigger.

"Did you tell the manager about the discrepancy from the other day?"

"I didn’t dare to; I was afraid the manager would scold me. I paid 10 yuan from my own pocket to cover it."

She could cover 10 yuan, but she really didn’t have the money to cover more than 20 yuan.

"Just fearing being scolded isn’t enough; you need to tell the manager about this."

Most importantly, it might not just be Gao Lele making accounting errors.

"I’ll take you to the manager."

Qin Jianjun helped her organize everything, locked it in the drawer, and took her to the office.

Feng Zhong just happened to come out of the office and jokingly said to the two, "What’s wrong, little Lele, why are you crying? Did Jianjun bully you? Do you need Brother Feng to teach him a lesson?"

Gao Lele quickly shook her head, "No, we have something to discuss with the manager."

Seeing the office door close again, the smile on Feng Zhong’s face faded.

In the office, Gao Lele explained the mismatch in the accounts on two occasions in great detail to Jia Liang, and then, frightened, she shed tears.

"Manager, I really was careful, I clearly remember each transaction clearly, I don’t know how so much money was missing."

Qin Jianjun also added, "Just now, Gao Lele and I counted everything together, even searched in the corners of the counter drawers, indeed more than 20 yuan is missing."

Jia Liang’s eyes narrowed slightly, "These two times that money went missing, did you notice anything unusual, also, during these two occasions, do you remember anyone approaching your area?"

Lin Chuxia finally received good news from Ancheng County.

Qin Han personally came to the city to discuss with him about the facade building of the cotton mill.

They had anticipated that the cotton mill would not readily fulfill the agreement to give them priority for the transfer rights of the facade building.

Unsurprisingly, the young man and woman they saw at the bun shop that day were indeed the small uncle of the cotton mill manager.

It was they, seeing Qin’s Buns Shop doing well, who harbored ill intentions.

They wanted to buy the facade building of the cotton mill at an extremely low internal price, then make slight renovations to turn it into their own bun shop.

The cotton mill manager, naturally aware of the agreement signed initially, despite Kang Yong’s persuasion, wanted to give this benefit to his own small uncle.

Thinking that even if they breach the contract, it would only tarnish their reputation.

With the cotton mill like this now, struggling to pay staff wages, what good is a reputation anymore?

Moreover, to a private entrepreneur, even if they made a fuss, it wouldn’t stir up any significant trouble.

The cotton mill manager did not take these people seriously.

However, they found out that the opposition was not only citing the contract but also demanding compensation for the substantial penalty specified on it.

If they dared to deny it, they would take them to court.

The cotton mill manager truly didn’t expect a small private entrepreneur to be so tough; upon further inquiring, this wasn’t just a simple small business.

People in their position, if they wanted to inquire, could clearly understand the past year’s grievances and disputes between Xiyang Food Factory and the Old Food Factory, including County Magistrate Bai wanting Lin Chuxia to invest in the shares of the Old Food Factory’s reform.

Facing County Magistrate Bai, they could refuse outright, so suing their cotton mill was definitely not just an empty threat.

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However, he was not willing to swallow the loss; the facade building he originally planned to sell to his small uncle for a few thousand yuan, he started demanding fifteen thousand yuan instead.

His calculation was clear; the agreement only mentioned that Lin Chuxia and the others had the priority purchase right.

If they thought the price was high and did not want to pay the extra, then he would naturally have a legitimate reason to sell to others.

Qin Han came over to discuss this matter with Lin Chuxia.

"I see these government officials are shameless enough, the market price is right here, where is there a house that costs ten thousand yuan, they ask for fifteen thousand straightaway, they are betting on us not affording it, wanting to resell to his small uncle."

Lin Chuxia smiled slightly, "Who says we can’t afford it? Big brother, when you go back, finalize the transfer with the cotton mill’s housing management bureau, we will take this house."

Qin Han was stunned for a moment, "Are we taking it just like that? They are exploiting the situation, should we really swallow this injustice?"

He thought that given his sister’s temperament, there should be a huge uproar.

He was prepared to follow wherever his sister wanted him to fight.

"The house belongs to the cotton mill, they have the right to decide how to dispose of it and at what price, they now want to scare us off. Since we know their intention, why bother further, just buy it."

She left out one thing, right now it might seem like the cotton mill was exploiting the situation, and they suffered a loss silently, but in a few years, it would be clear how valuable this house was to them.

By then, only the cotton mill would have regrets.