After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Song Changzhou almost fainted after hearing what the black agent said. "No one is going to lower the price like you guys. I'll find someone else to buy it from! I'd rather give someone else a lower price than to use an agent like you again."

Song Changzhou hung up the phone and closed his eyes in despair.

He didn't dare to be depressed. He took a deep breath, started to register an account for buying and selling houses online, and put the house up for sale.

Then he checked the transportation route for the company he was going to tomorrow. Fortunately, he could take the high-speed train and the subway, so the total price would be much cheaper.

The next day, he put on a formal suit and set off early. He arrived at the other company at noon. When he asked at the front desk, he found out that the boss he had an appointment with was on a business trip for something urgent.

Song Changzhou had no choice but to call the other party, "Mr. Cai, this is Song Changzhou. I made an appointment with you yesterday. I will come to the company today to discuss equipment procurement."

[Oh! I'm busy here. How about you leave a copy of the information first? I'll check it out and contact you later.]

Song Changzhou wanted to communicate the details over the phone, but the other party had already hung up and there was a busy tone.

This fucking life!

Song Changzhou held the phone tightly, protesting silently.

His current mobile phone can only make and receive calls, and can intermittently make payments.

He looked at the broken screen. It was 3:27 in the afternoon. He had been sitting downstairs of the office building all afternoon. At this time, his stomach ached and he realized that he had not eaten since yesterday afternoon.

He found a small shop and ordered a bowl of noodles, purely to fill a hole in his stomach. He drank it all, including the soup. He spent a long time ordering and paying. After succeeding under the shop owner's disgusted look, he left with heavy steps.

He didn't know where to go now, and when he was in a daze, the phone rang.

It was the club manager's call. "Wendy, I've discovered you're really lucky! Being handsome is always an advantage."

After listening to the nonsense from the other side, Song Changzhou no longer had any mood to socialize. He was not working in the club now, so naturally he didn't have to look at the greasy manager's appearance anymore.

He bluntly said: "You act like a mama-san all day long. Why are you a manager? You can just debut directly."

Otherwise, how could someone be considered a club manager? Song Changzhou said such harsh words, but the other party didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed twice. "Don't get excited. Sister Wu just didn't see you today, so she asked. Isn't this just a show of concern as colleagues?"

Song Changzhou felt powerless, like hitting cotton balls. He felt out of tune with everyone in the venue.

[Wendy, come on, come on, how are you doing lately?]

"I'm short of money, can you lend me some?" Song Changzhou also risked his life.

The club manager finally started to feel a little uncomfortable. "Haha~ If you need help, I'm willing to help you without blinking an eye. But you have more ways to make money than me, so you don't care about my little money."

Song Changzhou smiled. The club manager was a real shrewd person. No matter what, his words weren't offensive. "What's up?"

[The jewelry you helped Sister Wu find last time was appraised and found to be fake.]

Song Changzhou was horrified when he heard the news. He had returned the lost jewelry to the owner, but she had given him a fake one. He quickly explained, "I didn't take the jewelry. If I had, why would I have given her a fake one? That doesn't make sense."

The club manager said calmly, "Don't panic. I didn't say there was anything wrong with you. Sister Wu noticed the jewelry was a little dirty, so she took it to a professional for cleaning. It turned out to be fake. You couldn't have tampered with it. It has the letters W&W on it. It was a gift from Sister Wu's lover."

This kind of gossip was a common occurrence at the club, and the club manager grew increasingly excited as he continued, "Sister Wu was supporting her lover, buying him cars and houses, and all sorts of expensive bags, clothes, and watches. Then he gave her a fake piece of jewelry, and she treated it like a treasure. Later, my sister angrily confronted her boyfriend, and upon arriving at the house she'd bought, she discovered he was having a blast, with two men and one woman. Tsk tsk."

The club manager curled his lips. "It turned out this little lover was a slut, no matter what. Sister Wu was devastated. She immediately took back all her belongings, kicked the scumbag out, and went to the hospital for a full checkup, but they found nothing serious."

The club manager gossiped for a while before finally getting to the point. "I feel like I've survived a disaster, and I'm thinking of you and want to express my gratitude. When are you free to come to the club?"

Only after the manager said that the fake jewelry had nothing to do with him did Song Changzhou feel like listening to gossip, which was quite exciting.

Song Changzhou was short of money right now, and he was very tempted by Sister Wu's thank-you gift.

After hanging up the phone, I returned.

"Wendy, you're here." The club manager walked towards him in a fancy way.

Song Changzhou felt that the job of brothel owner was really suitable for a club manager, as she was energetic and tireless.

"I came here from another place." He smiled slightly reservedly, implicitly not saying that he wanted money.

"Come with me! Sister Wu is in the box." Song Changzhou looked at himself quietly. He was dressed very formally to meet the client today. He had a tall and straight figure due to his many years of military service.

When we arrived at the private room, we saw Sister Wu, dressed in designer clothes and adorned with jewelry, sitting at the main seat with some friends sitting next to her, and everyone was having a great time drinking.

As soon as Song Changzhou came in, Sister Wu began to look at him.

In this club, those who are taller and stronger than him are not as imposing as him, and those who are more handsome than him are not as manly as him.

"Wendy, come and sit next to me." Sister Wu smiled and invited Song Changzhou to sit next to her.

The people next to him made way for him with laughter, and everyone around him had ambiguous expressions on their faces.

Song Changzhou felt a little uncomfortable being watched by everyone, "Sister, this is not appropriate! I'll just do it outside."

"If I say it's suitable, then it's suitable. I am the rule." Sister Wu reached out and pulled him to sit next to her, looking at Song Changzhou with a smile on her face.

Song Changzhou didn't hesitate and poured himself a glass of wine. He said to Sister Wu, "Sister, thank you for still thinking of me. It was just a small favor, but you specially called me over. I'll drink this glass first."

His generosity drew applause from everyone at the table.

Sister Wu, on the other hand, looked a little shy. Her over-maintained face had traces of cosmetic surgery, which made her look unnatural.

She thoughtfully picked up a piece of abalone for Song Changzhou and said, "Eat something quickly, why are you drinking so much?"

Sister Wu didn't look depressed at all due to a broken heart. Instead, her not-so-young face had the energy of a teenager. It was obvious that she was full of energy, plenty of strength, and strong desire.

The more she looked at Song Changzhou, the more she liked him. People around him kept toasting him, and Song Changzhou did not refuse, but drank with them.

Whether it was drinking or fighting, Song Changzhou was simply killing like crazy, and several of them were knocked down in a short while.

He also took this opportunity to order a plate of abalone rice, which he enjoyed with the precious ingredients on the table.

Until the last person fell, Song Changzhou remained conscious.

He asked the club staff to arrange for them to go home, and he was about to leave when the club manager chased him, half holding Sister Wu's body.

"Wendy, Sister Wu is drunk, please take her home."

"I'm also drunk and can't get myself in shape. How about you personally take Sister Wu home?" Song Changzhou patted the club manager's shoulder and gave him a look that showed he was seizing the opportunity. "The boss will definitely praise you for your excellent service to the club's super VIPs."

Just as he turned around to leave, he noticed Zhang Yuwan sitting in a wheelchair at the door, leaning on the armrest and looking at them with a playful expression.