Get out of your vicious mother's house, and make a fortune with your husband to become a prince

How does this guest know my name? See the shopkeeper, this...

"I wonder if you would like to have a meal or stay in the hotel?"

It was the first time that Xue Qing came to Youran Ju near noon. At this time, the lobby was already half full of guests. She had forgotten that she was wearing men's clothes today. Just as she was about to make a few jokes to Xie Jiang, she heard a scolding behind her.

"Get out of the way!" A police officer with a knife pushed Xue Qing. Xue Qing staggered two steps to the table in front. Xie Jiang quickly helped him up and said, "Are you okay?"

Now I finally figured out, isn't this Miss Wu?

"Mr. Wu..., are you okay?" This is the boss!

Look at the people coming from behind, Constable, what's going on today? You can't afford to offend any of them!

Without caring about Xue Qing, he quickly ran over and said, "Sir, how come you have time to come to our shop today?"

When I looked again, I saw a few people following behind, and judging from their temperament, they were not ordinary people.

"Stop talking nonsense and arrange a private room quickly." The constable seemed to be showing off on purpose, turned around and was very respectful to the people behind him.

Xie Jiang gave Xue Qing an apologetic look, and seeing that Xue Qing did not intend to blame him, he quickly took a few people to the second floor.

Of course Xue Qing wouldn't mind. After all, this was obviously a big client, and making money was the top priority.

Xue Qing saw them go up to the second floor and went straight to the back hall, but Manager Xie was not there, so he simply sat inside and waited.

At this time, Shopkeeper Xie was on the second floor. He saw several well-dressed people entering the No. 1 room and gave a few instructions to the waiter.

When Shopkeeper Xie heard that Miss Wu had arrived, he hurried to the back hall. When he entered, he saw Xue Qing standing in front of the painting, looking at it quietly. Could it be that Miss Wu also understood painting?

Xue Qing had been to this back hall several times, but had never taken a close look at the decorations there. Unexpectedly, there was such a painting on the wall behind the chair where he was sitting.

It is somewhat similar to "The Goddess of Luo River".

"I didn't expect Miss Wu to also study painting"

Xue Qing turned around and saw Shopkeeper Xie walking in slowly: "Shopkeeper Xie, long time no see"

In fact, now the two of them are more like friends regardless of age difference, so there is no restraint anymore.

Shopkeeper Xie saw that Xue Qing was dressed in men's clothes today and he looked a bit like the young master.

Xue Qing smiled and said: "When Shopkeeper Xie is free, I will take a look at it."

Shopkeeper Xie made a gesture to invite them to sit down. "Miss Wu, you are so absorbed in watching this, do you like it?"

Xue Qing nodded: "This painting is good"

Shopkeeper Xie wanted to hear Xue Qing's comments on the painting, but he heard Xue Qing say, "It's very beautiful."

The two did not talk about the painting anymore. Shopkeeper Xie went straight to the point and took out the account book for Xue Qing to see. He originally thought that although she could read a few words, she would not be able to understand the account book.

Xue Qing took the account book and started to look at it. This place still used the single-entry bookkeeping method. Xue Qing could recognize most of the characters from this era, thanks to the fact that he had worked in a Hong Kong-funded company for several years. At that time, when he was working with colleagues in Hong Kong, the Mandarin he sometimes used was all traditional Chinese characters.

But Xue Qing once again made Shopkeeper Xie drop his jaw. Not only could she see, but she could also calculate her own profit very quickly.

The mistresses of some aristocratic families can understand the account books, but most women do not learn to read account books.

The girl from the Wu family was originally a farm girl. I remember that when I first saw her and her daughter, she was still wearing patched clothes. How did she learn to read the account books?

There are so many things about her that are hard to figure out, but I have to keep them to myself and never tell them even if I die.