Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

The woman's voice was as cautious as ever, with a hint of uncertainty.

It was obviously like a soft feather, but when it fell on Fu Jincheng's heart, it was like a huge boulder smashed into the lake, instantly stirring up a storm and exposing all the secrets he had worked so hard to hide in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down and did not look at Shen Xiuwan. He just opened the car window and lit a cigarette with his face turned sideways in the cold wind.

The orange flame of the cigarette butt was extinguished brightly.

His face was trapped in the swirling smoke, and he was suddenly glad that he was in such dim light and shadow, so that Shen Xiuwan would not be able to capture the emotions on his face.

He didn't want Shen Xiuwan to see through his mind.

His hand holding the cigarette was a little unsteady, so that the ash fell on the blanket spread in the car, burning several small holes in the blanket.

He pretended to be calm on his face: "You think too much."

Shen Xiuwan smiled and raised her hand to touch her embarrassingly hot cheek.

Also.

She should have known how much Jincheng disliked her. The reason why she was like this these days was probably just because of the friendship between them as husband and wife.

He looked down upon an ordinary girl like her.

She asked: "In that case, can you let me get off the car?"

Fu Jincheng opened the car door.

He watched Shen Xiuwan walk towards Bai Yuanjing's bungalow without looking back.

Under the streetlight, the woman was carrying a handbag and a soft snow-white cashmere scarf around her neck. Her back was slim and fashionable in a cheongsam and coat. Her stockings and high-heeled boots made her ankles extra slender and slim.

He leaned in front of the car and stared, and suddenly felt that all the other women in Shanghai combined were not as charming and charming as the back of his ex-wife tonight.

The ash fell to the ground.

When Adjutant Fang came back, he saw Fu Jincheng alone in front of the car. He couldn't help but asked curiously and urgently: "Third Master, have you succeeded? Have you saved the heart of Third Young Mistress?!"

Fu Jincheng took a puff of cigarette and said in a muffled voice, "No."

"What?!" Adjutant Fang was shocked, "Didn't you tell him that you still have her in your heart?!"

Fu Jincheng was silent.

Not only did he not tell her what was on his mind, but he also mocked her for thinking too much.

He crushed the cigarette butt with his toes expressionlessly: "Go home."

After all, Wanwan and Bai Yuanjing are not married.

He still has a chance.

Adjutant Fang scratched his head, completely confused as to what his Third Master had just said to his Third Young Mistress. Why didn't he express his concerns at such a good opportunity tonight?

He looked at the motionless Fu Jincheng and sighed secretly.

This belongs entirely to the Emperor, who is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is.

Shen Xiuwan and Qian Liang signed the contract smoothly.

She returned to Suzhou with Qian Liang and the contract. The two factories had started working, and batches of high-quality cotton sweaters were produced. Even though Qian Liang was well-informed, he couldn't help but praise a few words about the good quality and new styles. . When visiting the factory, Qian Liang saw that the factory building was neat and clean, and the female workers were very energetic. He couldn't help but say, "Boss Shen's factory is different from other factories."

Shen Xiuwan smiled and asked, "What's the difference?"

"When I visited the Nanfeng factory, my dear, the factory was so dirty and messy! The machines were also very dirty. They hadn't been cleaned and maintained for I don't know how many days! Especially the female workers, even little girls of eleven or twelve years old. Yes, all of them are sallow, skinny, and dressed slovenly, and they don’t look like any other person!”

Shen Xiuwan couldn't help but feel a little sad when she recalled the times she visited other textile factories in the past two years.

She said honestly: "Female workers are the most pitiful. They have to support their families and take care of children, and they have to be squeezed and exploited by some evil bosses. As women, I naturally cannot treat them harshly. I provide food and accommodation here, and I allow them to bring their children. When I go to work, I am guaranteed to have meat every meal, and the salary is higher than what others pay. I am not short of money, and I have never thought about making a lot of money from them. If we all live well together, it will be good."

Qian Liang looked at her in surprise.

He has met many factory owners in his life, but this is the first time he has met Shen Xiuwan.

He is a businessman who chases fame and fortune after seeing money. He usually deals with cunning foxes and accountants who are good at accounting. Businessmen like Shen Xiuwan really opened his eyes.

He couldn't help but think of a poem by Du Gongbu - "There are tens of millions of mansions, and the great shelter will make all the poor people in the world happy."

But in such a chaotic world, can a businessman like Shen Xiuwan really survive?

He took on the airs of someone who had come before and advised: "You can't do this. You still have to earn the money you should earn. You can't live with anyone and you can't live with money. Look at Li Baochun, he only relies on exploiting workers to earn his income. Let Nan Fung Factory achieve higher profits than before, so that it can be recognized by other owners!"

Regarding Li Baochun, Shen Xiuwan was noncommittal.

She whispered: "I don't care what other people do, I just care about my own clear conscience."

The third day after she said this was the day when Qian Liang returned to Yanjing with the contract.

As a partner, Shen Xiuwan went to the train station to see Qian Liang off in person. Unexpectedly, the two of them were halfway through the rickshaw ride when a commotion suddenly broke out on the road ahead.

The noisy sounds came from a long distance away.

Shen Xiuwan looked around and saw countless female workers pouring onto the streets, holding high giant banners embroidered with "Down with the Unscrupulous and Black-hearted Factories". They all looked haggard and angry.

The two got off the rickshaw, and Shen Xiuwan heard the people next to them talking:

"I heard that the female workers from Nanfeng Factory took the lead and marched on the street together with female workers from several other factories in Shanghai to protest against the 16-hour work system!"

"Be good, sixteen hours?!"

"Hey, wasn't it suggested by the unscrupulous young boss of Nanfeng Factory?! He said he wanted to normalize the sixteen-hour working day. In the past, their factory used a twelve-hour working day, and workers had to pay overtime during the remaining working hours. Now, Well, if you work sixteen hours a day, you won’t even get overtime pay!”

"..."

Shen Xiuwan was stunned.

The female workers who came to the streets were dressed in simple and outdated clothes. In such a cold winter, even the knitted gloves were torn. Due to long-term lack of sleep, their skin was yellow and their faces were swollen. Their eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and their mouths were full of tears. of resentment.

They are all decent people, they just want to find a job to support their families.

Unexpectedly, when the boss saw that they were honest, he would squeeze and exploit them step by step, as if he wanted to lie on them and suck their flesh and blood dry.

They wore ripped scarves and shouted slogans as they walked through the market. Some women were prematurely aging due to overwork, and even the hair on their foreheads began to turn gray. The catkins were blown up by the cold wind and merged with the fine snow falling in the air. same color.

The parade moved forward slowly, and she saw the man in the middle of the parade being beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and he was unconscious, being carried by several women.

Qian Liang took a breath: "Isn't that Li Baochun?!"