Wanjin Lady

Chapter 42
Wen Wan comforted Zhao Heng for a while and then returned late.

Seeing that Old Man Wen's face was as red as the bottom of a pot, Wen Wan knew the principle of treating everyone equally and praised Old Man Wen again: "Dad, you are now in good health. It seems that your illness has improved a lot. Tomorrow, I will ask Doctor Yan to come to your house to check your pulse again."

Old Man Wen hummed, glanced at her again, and felt sour in his heart.

Ugh.

Wen Wan had dismissed both concubines, leaving Wen Weiming's bedside desolate. Seeing the affection between Wen Wan and Zhao Heng, and remembering the love he had shared with his first wife, Wen Weiming felt even more desolate.

But this emotion was fleeting.

Where do we have time to learn from young people to be sad about the passing of time?

It was only after Wen Wan's hint just now that Wen Weiming vaguely realized that there seemed to be a net in the dark attacking the Wen family.

The carriage started slowly.

It was rare for both father and daughter to remain silent.

Old Man Wen thought about it for a long time but couldn't find a solution, and finally said those words that he said so frequently.

"I'm not mean to him!"

Old Man Wen said the same thing to my aunt, to Shi Jinquan, and to Manager Zhu.

The summer evening breeze blew gently, lifting a strand of hair on the young lady's forehead.

The light from the lanterns hanging high on the long street made her face seem to have a faint golden glow.

The young lady spoke calmly, "Father, a big tree attracts the wind, and too much wealth brings disaster."

Wen Weiming knew this truth, but the constant betrayal by those around him had left the fifty-year-old man exhausted.

"Moreover, the person behind the scenes may not be Shopkeeper Zhu."

Looking at his daughter's bright eyes, Wen Weiming's originally restless heart gradually calmed down. He leaned forward slightly, "What do you mean?"

"My daughter has no evidence. It's just a hunch." Wen Wan smiled. "Manager Zhu is indeed a suspect, but if he really had this ability and scheming, his grain stores would have been spread all over the country long ago."

Wen Weiming's expression changed slightly. He remained silent for a long time, lowering his eyes in thought.

He was really confused and angry.

He has been dealing with the dead pig for more than ten years. Others may not know how much is in the dead pig's stomach, but how could he not know?
Can Manager Zhu pry Shi Jinquan under his control and then collude with others to short-sell his Wen family?

Haha. If Lao Zhu really had that ability, he would eat the soles of his shoes!

This time, Wen Weiming saw the bright moon through the mist. "Do you think there's someone behind Old Zhu?"

"It's hard to say." Wen Wan shook her head, "We can only wait and see."

Old Man Wen was very pleased to see his daughter, who remained calm and composed. She looked so composed that she resembled him in her youth.

Father Wen lifted the car curtain and asked, "Where are we going to intercept them now?"

Wen Wan looked at him and said, "Dad, you don't know which restaurant Manager Zhu likes to eat at?"

The father and daughter looked at each other.

Well, neither of them knew the location, so they just ran out.

"No problem, there are only a few restaurants in Ping County, we'll just go look for them one by one." Finding the pig was not difficult.

As a prominent figure in Ping County, Manager Zhu attracts attention wherever he goes.

The Yuxian Tower was crowded with people.

When the father and daughter heard from the waiter that Manager Zhu was entertaining guests on the second floor, their eyes widened.

Even when Wen Wan was imagining catching her ex-boyfriend cheating, she had never run so fast.

The father and daughter came uninvited and broke into the private room.

As soon as Old Man Wen entered the house, he bowed to Shopkeeper Zhu with a beaming smile on his face. It was hard to tell that half a minute ago, Old Man Wen had warmly greeted Shopkeeper Zhu's entire family and eight generations of ancestors in the carriage.

Greeting the whole family is an essential skill that every cow and horse learns without any instruction.

"Oh, what a coincidence! How come I meet Shopkeeper Zhu here?" Wen Weiming instinctively glanced around the room and saw two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, but no distinguished guest. "Oh, I've come at a bad time. Is Shopkeeper Zhu hosting a banquet?"

Shopkeeper Zhu quickly and cordially pulled Old Man Wen to sit down, and then asked Wen Wan to sit down, "What kind of guest? A relative from my hometown, who wanted to buy grain from me at a low price. Look, the deal didn't go through! He left without even eating."

Wen Wan quickly and shamelessly agreed, "It seems my father and I have come at the right time. It's just the right time for us to take advantage of Shopkeeper Zhu's kindness and try some of Yuxianlou's new dishes."

It's a free meal. Not bad.

After saying that, Wen Wan ordered the waiter to bring two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and the father and daughter sat down with Manager Zhu between them, one on each side.

Shopkeeper Zhu didn't hesitate and ordered two or three more dishes. Old Man Wen and Shopkeeper Zhu were arm in arm, acting like good brothers. "Brother Zhu, are you really out of corn? We've been doing business for so many years. You know what kind of person I am, Wen Weiming. Or are you afraid that I, Wen Er, will owe you money?"

"Oh, Brother Wen, what are you saying? You know, there was a famine in Bingzhou this year, and tens of thousands of people died of starvation. As a result, grain prices in Tianshui Prefecture skyrocketed. We've been collecting grain one after another, and we have no worries about sales! Besides, my grain store originally reserved a share for you this year, but you've been seriously ill, and the grain market is so good this year... Well... we're all businessmen. Even if we're brothers, you can't hinder my prosperity, right?"

The pig's words sounded impeccable.

Even Old Man Wen couldn't detect the flaw.

Almost subconsciously, Wen Weiming looked at his daughter.

"Is it really fate that our Wen family is doomed?" Wen Wan's face showed a trace of misery. "To be honest with Uncle Zhu, my father and I were originally planning to make a comeback this time. We don't have money, so we have to borrow or buy on credit. We have to get the corn in first so that the winery can have business in the second half of the year."

Wen Wan took out her handkerchief and began to wipe her tears. "But now... I'm afraid the winery is hopeless. I might as well sell the house and the winery and return home. There are still dozens of acres of good farmland in the countryside, which should be enough for me to take care of my father in his old age."

When Shopkeeper Zhu heard this, his eyes lit up. "Niece, I, your uncle Zhu, can't help you with the corn issue, but if you really want to sell the winery, I might be able to help you."

Wenwan put down her chopsticks and looked over.

Wen Weiming's hand holding the teacup also tightened.

Shopkeeper Zhu was completely oblivious to this and spoke with great joy, "I have a distant relative whose family is in the calligraphy business. He's been looking for a suitable workshop for the past six months. Brother Wen, if you really want to return to the countryside to retire, why don't I introduce this person to you? My relative is a kind person, and I'll talk to him. Given our friendship, are you still worried that the winery won't sell for a good price?"

Old Man Wen's face turned pale. When he thought that Shi Jinquan might be in collusion with his distant cousin, Manager Zhu, he wished he could tear the man in front of him into pieces.

Let’s settle old and new grudges together!

Wen Wan quickly distracted Shopkeeper Zhu's gaze, "Uncle Zhu, they say waiting for a day is worse than waiting for a day. Since we've mentioned your distant relative, why not ask him to come over and have a chat now?"

Shopkeeper Zhu showed hesitation on his face. "Unfortunately, he's not from here. How about I write to him tomorrow and ask him to come over to discuss it in detail? But, that winery is your hard work, Brother Wen. Are you really willing to give it up?"

(End of this chapter)