Two generations of military wives compete for time

Qian Yizhen went south to return to school. It was the second semester of his senior year and graduation was approaching. His classmates were busy looking for connections and acquaintances to help them find a good job. His roommate Wang Min came from a wealthy family and was a native of the provincial capital. Her ideal was to take the postgraduate entrance examination, get a doctorate, and stay in school.

Qian Yizheng is self-aware and knows that the most important thing at the moment is to be self-reliant and earn money to support himself.

If she obeyed the government's assignment, she would be assigned to teach in a middle school in a remote area, earning a fixed salary from the government, standing on the podium day after day, speaking non-stop until retirement. This kind of life that can be seen at a glance is not what she wants, she wants to start her own business.

Qian Yizhen wrote a letter to seek Ming Yuanhui's opinion, and Ming Yuanhui strongly supported Qian Yizhen's idea.

Qian Yizheng submitted an application to the relevant departments, expressing his opposition to the state allocation and decisively gave up his iron rice bowl.

Her classmates all felt sorry for her. She had worked so hard to get into a prestigious university. If she had worked at the grassroots level for two years, she would have had great room for advancement. What a pity, it was such a pity.

Qian Yizhen was determined to do what she wanted and devoted herself to Minzhen Qizhi Company. She had a heart-to-heart talk with Wang Min, and she wanted to concentrate on making Minzhen Qizhi Company bigger and stronger, because making money was the bottom line. Wang Min said, "We are perfect partners. Go ahead and do it. I will support you unconditionally."

Qian Yizhen moved her luggage to the company's rented office. She went to work during the day, doing business, and worked overtime in the office at night to make plans. When she was hungry, she ate steamed buns and pickled vegetables, and when she was tired, she slept on the floor. She was like a fully powered engine, happy to receive a big order, and busy day and night to recruit and train new people. The company's operations were in an orderly manner, and the revenue continued to rise, and she felt happy.

Qian Yizhen got better and better at his job, so he struck while the iron was hot and registered a housekeeping service company, a real estate agency company, and a cleaning company. All of them have achieved the business goals of breaking even in the first year and making a profit in the second year.

At the foot of the office building of Minzhen Qizhi Company which had just been completed and put into use, Qian Yizhen got into the company's newly purchased Santana sedan and told the driver to pick someone up at the train station.

His younger sister Qian Yiyun lived up to expectations and was admitted to the Political Science and Law University in the provincial capital. As a parent, Qian Yizheng wanted to personally send his younger sister to the university.

After picking up his sister, he went to the post office to pick up a package from Ming Yuanhui, which was a handicraft made of bullet shells for Qian Yizhen. After returning to the company and opening the door of the general manager's office and dormitory, Qian Yizhen asked Qian Yiyun to go to the inner room to rest first.

Qian Yiyun sat down at her desk and started working. On the desk was a sailboat with the Chinese character "Smooth Sailing" made by Ming Yuanhui using bullet shells, and a sweet photo of the two of them was placed in a heart-shaped frame.

After finishing the work at hand, Qian Yizhen called Qian Yiyun and opened the package sent by Ming Yuanhui together. It was a clothes hanger carefully made of bullet shells. Looking at the glittering golden hanger, Qian Yiyun exclaimed: "My future brother-in-law has such skillful hands. It looks so beautiful. It's so beautiful." Qian Yizhen glanced at Yiyun proudly.

Since Ming Yuanhui met Qian Yizhen, they have been sincere to each other and have a close relationship. Ming Yuanhui has made many good suggestions and recommendations for the operation of Minzhen Company. Whenever the army has a holiday, Ming Yuanhui will go straight to Qian Yizhen. Their feelings are getting deeper and deeper, and friendship has turned into love.

Marriage was on the agenda. Ming Yuanhui had a clear goal: to change his career and follow his wife. He would go wherever Yizhen went. He took out all his savings and jointly invested with Qian Yizhen to buy a three-bedroom apartment in a prosperous area of ​​the provincial capital. Qian Yizhen's name was written on the property title.

Qian Yizhen suggested that they should not go through the engagement, betrothal gifts, betrothal gifts, and wedding ceremonies, but just get the marriage certificate and live together. Ming Yuanhui expressed his understanding and agreement. However, he wanted to tell his parents.

Beep, beep, the phone on the desk rang, and the company guard said, "Mr. Qian, two elderly people from the countryside want to see you." "Let them in, I'm in the office now," Qian Yizhen replied.

After a while, two elderly country folk stood outside Qian Yizhen's office. Qian Yizhen warmly invited them to come in and sit down. The secretary prepared some tea and placed it in front of the two elderly people.

Excuse me, what can I do for you, old lady? The old lady spoke first: "Are you the woman from Lijia Village, the Qian family, who made a scene at the Li family wedding? You shameless woman, a married shameless woman, don't even think about seducing my son. You married widow, second-hand goods, don't bother my son." Qian Yizhen was completely confused.

Qian Yizhen's mind was working quickly. When did I offend them? Why did they say such vicious words? Qian Yizhen suppressed his anger and calmed himself down. He asked, "What's your surname, sir?" "My surname is Ming, and Ming Yuanhui is my son." The old man said impatiently.

Qian Yizhen suddenly realized, stood up calmly, and said to the two elderly people: "Please don't say hurtful words. Marriage is free. I will neither succumb to arranged marriage nor separate from the person I love. You are not qualified to blame me, please go out." Qian Yizhen signaled his secretary to see the guests out.

Qian Yizhen fell into deep thought. She and her grandmother and father Qian from her mother's family had long since severed all ties, and today Ming Yuanhui's parents did this again. It seemed that her marriage with Ming Yuanhui was destined not to receive the support and blessings of both sets of parents.

Well, marriage is a matter between two people and has nothing to do with others. Just get a marriage certificate, don't hold a wedding, just manage your life well first.

Qian Yizhen sat at his desk, picked up his teacup, took a sip of Mingqian green tea, calmed himself, opened his folder, and continued to work. At this moment, in this situation, "making money, making money" was the only source of Qian Yizhen's happiness.