A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

"Xiao Nan, bring Grandma another one of your notebooks."

Li Yanyu's voice rang out from the study.

"Okay!"

Sunzi Xiaonan readily agreed and turned to run to rummage through his schoolbag.

A brand new grid exercise book was handed to me.

Xiao Nan glanced down at the table and saw a scene that left him speechless.

Li Yanyu's pen fell on the paper, and line after line of words were neatly laid out.

The handwriting was beautiful and elegant; on the rough grid paper, every stroke exuded composure.

The strokes are straight and the lines are well-proportioned, as if they were copied from a calligraphy model.

Even the cheap notebook seemed more expensive thanks to the elegant handwriting.

"Milk! Did you write this?"

Li Yanyu adjusted her reading glasses and looked at her grandson from above the glasses.

"What's wrong? Are you looking bad?"

"no.."

Xiao Nan leaned closer to look, and looked again, her eyes wide with surprise.

"I've never seen such beautiful handwriting! Grandma, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

He looked down at the crooked pencil marks on his notebook, then at his grandmother's writing, and couldn't help but mutter:

"Compared to yours, my handwriting looks like a cockroach crawling."

Li Yanyu adjusted her glasses again, a barely suppressed smile playing on her lips.

"Your grandmother's handwriting was learned from my father."

"You could say I studied under a master."

"It's just that I haven't written anything for many years..."

"It's not as good as it used to be."

Li Yanyu's voice was a little hoarse, deep, and carried the vicissitudes of time.

"So why did you decide to start writing now?"

Li Hui entered the small room, carrying a cup of hot water, and placed it on the corner of the table.

"Your grandma is going to be a teacher!"

"what?"

Xiao Nan's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, and she stood there stunned in shock.

"It's just teaching people how to make clothes."

Li Yanyu lowered her head, wrote two more strokes, and spoke casually.

"You're amazing, Grandma! You're over seventy, and people still want you to be their teacher?"

The voice just fell.

"Snapped!"

Li Hui slapped him on the back of the head.

"You brat, who are you talking to?"

Li Yanyu wasn't angry. Instead, she took off her reading glasses and pulled her grandson over.

"I don't believe it either. But people believe me."

Xiao Nan stared blankly at Li Yanyu, her eyes filled with seriousness:

"Grandma, I had no idea you were so amazing."

Li Yanyu didn't say anything. She just smiled, put her reading glasses back on, and waved her hand, signaling the father and son to leave.

The door closed gently, and the room became quiet again.

Li Yanyu, who picked up her pen again, was seen once more.

The first person to see her was her grandson, Xiao Nan.

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The next morning, Ye Wenxi submitted the drafted centralized procurement application report.

Zhang Yunxia said she would ask Chen Yuanchuan to put in a good word and expedite the approval process.

Ye Wenxi wasn't idle either. Considering that there was a high probability that this matter could be resolved, he simply started preparing the list and the money.

One telephone, five sewing machines, four full-length mirrors...

Add in all sorts of miscellaneous office supplies, and it will cost at least two thousand yuan.

Fortunately, Ye Wenxi always asks for an extra fabric sample whenever she buys fabric, so she can keep it as a backup.

He then asked Section Chief Chen for a favor and obtained the phone numbers of the manufacturers, shopping malls, and sales offices.

Because of the special nature of Ye Wenxi's company, her procurement needs can be met through the procurement channels of military families and military regions, without the need for cloth ration coupons, and she can also get additional discounts.

Ye Wenxi can make any request for ingredients and quantities with a single phone call, and they will prepare everything in advance.

Someone here has accepted an errand-running task, so you can go and pick it up directly.

She went to the mutual aid community and posted several requests for help in one go:

Helping with errands to pick up fabric: four yuan for a trip to the county town, seven yuan for a trip to Harbin, with transportation and meal allowances provided.

Custom-made fitting rooms, a combination of wood and mirrors, with no ceiling, two in total.

The interior space needs to be spacious enough to fit a chair.

They also posted a job advertisement for helpers.

The mutual aid society wrote down each of these matters several times on large red paper and neatly posted them on the promotional notice.

The mutual aid society currently has many service positions, and the tasks have been listed.

But she was the only one who actually sought help and was willing to spend money to hire someone.

However, neither Ye Wenxi nor the leaders of the military region committee were in a hurry.

This requires a process.

Afterwards, Ye Wenxi went to the business department of Harbin Department Store to call and inquire about posting commercial advertisements.

The initial news was bad.

In this day and age, the appearance and posting of commercial advertisements are absolutely prohibited. Policies haven't kept up, awareness is insufficient, and the higher-ups simply won't allow it.

Fortunately, Ye Wenxi was quick-witted.

She decided to guide the leaders there in the direction of "supporting the military and facilitating the people"—not a business move, but a notice to support the military and facilitate the people.

"Boss, think about it, we only accept custom-made garment orders, not direct sales of finished garments."

"Wouldn't this be considered a convenient processing service? People need clothes made, and we have the skills to take on the work; it's just a bridge between us."

"Moreover, we are a military-civilian joint venture. If you support us, this act can be considered supporting the military."

"What? Military-civilian cooperation?" came the voice on the other end of the phone, sounding incredulous.

"Yes, our business premises are located in the 39th Military Region."

"Oh..."

A cold laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Snap—"

The call was disconnected.

Ye Wenxi held the receiver, listening to the dial tone coming from the microphone, and stood there stunned.

"???"

"-_-||...."

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He Wenxun, a clerk in the business department of the department store, chuckled after hanging up the phone.

"Pfft, that's bullshit."

"A military-civilian cooperation enterprise? I'm a central government-affiliated enterprise, you idiot!"

"What's wrong, Xiao He?" Zhang Weimin, the head of the business department, looked up and stopped writing with his pen.

He Wenxun slammed the telephone receiver back onto the landline, looking utterly dejected.

"There's some bored swindler who claims they're a military-civilian joint venture."

Section Chief Zhang Weimin's brow twitched, and his tone became wary: "What company?"

"A tailor!" Ho Man-hsun leaned back in his chair.

"When she wanted to post GG here, I initially disagreed, but she brought up some pretext, saying it was a military-civilian cooperation enterprise, and that my support for her counts as supporting the military."

"Isn't that ridiculous?"

He spread his hands, looking speechless.

"How long has this policy been in effect? ​​How many people dare to do business now? And how many can still do business within the military region?"

"Isn't that just utter nonsense?"

Zhang Weimin was initially a little wary, but after hearing He Wenxun's words, he also felt it was nonsense.

The two of them didn't take it seriously.

About five minutes later...

Ring ring ring—!

The phone rang again in the department store's business department.

"Feed?"

He Wenxun answered the phone, his tone still carrying the impatience from before; he assumed it was the same woman.

"Hey? I'm Old Chen from the Logistics Section of the 39th Military Region."

He Wenxun was taken aback and sat up straight in his chair.

"Oh, Section Chief Chen! It's been so long since I heard you call. Is there anything you need?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Weimin immediately perked up his ears. He dropped his pen, ran over in two steps, and snatched the phone from his hand.

"Please wait a moment, I'll have our Section Chief Zhang speak to you." He Wenxun obediently handed over the phone.

"Section Chief Chen, this is Zhang Weimin. Please, please speak!"

A few words were spoken on the other end of the phone.

"what?"

Zhang Weimin's expression changed.

"Yes, someone just called and said..."

His voice was stammering.

"Is it true?"

The next second, Zhang Weimin slapped himself on the forehead, his eyes turning black and black again.

He nodded repeatedly, apologized to Section Chief Chen, and hurriedly jotted down a phone number.

After hanging up the phone, he sighed deeply, turned around, and glared fiercely at He Wenxun.

He Wenxun covered his face; anyone with a brain could guess what that phone call meant.

Zhang Weimin took a deep breath and dialed the number.

After a few rings.

"Feed? Oh, Comrade Ye, I'm so sorry, it's a misunderstanding!"