Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 22 Go out to play mahjong

Moreover, why is she so enthusiastic about Wang Guanxi?

Isn't Wang Guanxi just a poor guy applying for a delivery job?

Lin Yanya was filled with questions. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Yanfen's arm, and asked with a puzzled look, "Yanfen, wait a minute! Who is he? How come you two are so familiar with him?"

Zhang Yanfen was pulled back, and the enthusiasm on her face faded a bit. Pretending to have just noticed her, she smiled and said:

"Oh, Lin Yanya, what are you doing here?"

"You mean Edison Chen? He's my husband's childhood friend."

Before Lin Yanya could ask any more questions, Zhang Yanfen pulled her arm back and waved her hand, saying, "I'm not talking to you anymore. You know, my husband and I have been so busy taking over this inn that we don't have time to play mahjong with you. Go find someone else to play with."

Lin Yanya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Oh, so he's Wang Defa's childhood friend!

No wonder he came to the post station; he must be having trouble making a living in Shanghai and begged Wang Defa to arrange a delivery job for him!

She secretly felt smug, thankful that she hadn't gone too far, otherwise it would have been difficult to deal with Wang Defa in the future.

But I also felt a little sour inside, because Wang Defa was actually the stationmaster of this post station.

But the next second, Wang Defa, who was not far ahead, said something to Wang Guanxi with a smile that struck Lin Yanya like a thunderbolt, leaving her frozen in place.

"Guanxi, don't worry, I'll manage the inn well and live up to your expectations!"

You want me to manage it?!

Lin Yanya was completely stunned, her mind buzzing as she pondered those words over and over.

Does this mean that this rest stop belongs to Wang Guanxi?

Lin Yanya's brain began to work at lightning speed.

Wang Defa's sudden transformation from a deliveryman to a station manager was something she found strange.

The answer is now clear: it wasn't that Wang Defa got a promotion, but that someone bought the post station and put him in charge.

That person is Edison Wang!

Lin Yanya stood at the door, completely motionless, as if she had been paralyzed by acupuncture.

But wasn't Wang Guanxi a penniless guy who was laid off in Shanghai?

Where did he get the money to buy the post station?

How much does a courier station cost?

The transfer fee plus all other expenses must be at least several hundred thousand yuan, right?

How can someone who has been laid off come up with hundreds of thousands of dollars?

Wait!

If he had hundreds of thousands of yuan, he wouldn't be "unable to make a living" in Shanghai at all.

Then why did he come back?

Lin Yanya became increasingly distraught as she thought about it, her face burning with embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

The clown was herself!

She was just acting all generous, saying she'd introduce Wang Guanxi to work as a deliveryman here, but turns out he's the real boss behind this place?

She was so embarrassed she could practically dig a three-bedroom apartment out of her toes, and her face was as red as a mahjong parrot's butt.

She watched helplessly as Wang Guanxi was enthusiastically led into the inn by Wang Defa and his wife, chatting and laughing, without even giving her a glance.

Lin Yanya stood there, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, and felt extremely uncomfortable. In the end, she could only turn around and sneak away.

in the office.

Wang Guanxi took a bite of the watermelon, and it was indeed quite sweet.

He glanced at the doorway; Lin Yanya was no longer there.

Meanwhile, Wang Defa reported on his work: "Guanxi, you've come at the right time. Let me tell you about what happened this morning..."

He reported to Wang Guanxi in detail about the handover of the post station, the staffing, and the number of packages delivered that day.

Wang Guanxi listened, nodding occasionally.

He didn't really know much about the express delivery industry, but he could tell that Wang Defa had gotten into the swing of things.

The transition from delivering packages to managing a delivery station is not easy.

But Wang Defa did a good job.

"Okay," Wang Guanxi put down his teacup, "Go ahead and do it. Just let me know if you need anything."

Wang Defa smiled, picked up his teacup, and clinked it against Wang Guanxi's.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

. . . . . .

Night falls.

When Lin Yanya got home from get off work, she recalled the events of the day and felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

She recalled that Wang Guanxi had pursued her when she was in junior high school.

At that time, she thought he was "too honest," so she accepted his earring and then rejected him.

Later, she married a guy whose family owned a restaurant. At that time, the guy's family was well-off, and she thought she had married the right person and would be able to live a life of luxury.

But who could have imagined that after only a few years of good times, the boy's family restaurant went bankrupt, and he became a fat deliveryman.

She herself went from being a pampered young lady to a saleswoman selling clothes in a shopping mall, having to read people's faces every day and earning a meager salary.

And Wang Guanxi, whom she had always looked down upon, has now become the behind-the-scenes boss of SF Express stations.

Recalling how Wang Guanxi knew she was the mastermind but said nothing today, and how her words must have seemed like those of a clown to him, Lin Yanya felt utterly humiliated.

She sat on the sofa, getting angrier and angrier, feeling more and more cheated.

If she had agreed to Wang Guanxi's proposal back then, she would be the stationmaster's wife now.

Why would anyone need to stand in a shopping mall every day selling clothes?

Why bother looking at Xiao Jiandong's greasy, fat face?

With a "bang," the door was pushed open.

Xiao Jiandong dragged his tired body in, threw his delivery uniform on the sofa, and slumped into the chair.

"I'm exhausted, I delivered over a hundred packages today."

Lin Yanya glanced at him, feeling even more annoyed.

Ugly, fat, and poor.

How could I have been so blind as to choose him?

Xiao Jiandong didn't notice his wife's gaze and said to himself, "I heard that the SF Express station in the development zone has a new owner."

Lin Yanya's lips twitched.

He knew that the post station was bought by Wang Guanxi.

But she didn't say anything; she just had a sour look on her face.

Xiao Jiandong continued, "I don't know which boss is so rich that he can just buy it like that. When will I ever be so lucky?"

"You?" Lin Yanya finally spoke, her tone full of impatience. "You won't have that kind of luck in your next life."

Xiao Jiandong was rebuffed, shrank back, and dared not say another word.

He was used to it; when his wife was in a bad mood, whatever she said was wrong.

At that moment, Lin Yanya's phone vibrated.

She picked it up and saw it was a WeChat message.

"Let's go out and play mahjong."

It was followed by a location.

Lin Yanya opened the location and narrowed her eyes.

That's not the address of the mahjong parlor.

It's a hotel.

The sender's contact name is "Wen Wubin".

Lin Yanya's finger paused on the screen for two seconds before she typed a reply: "Coming soon."

She stood up, picked up her bag, and said to Xiao Jiandong, "I'm going out to play mahjong."

Xiao Jiandong muttered to himself, "Why are you being so quiet now? I thought you were going to go get milk tea again."

Lin Yanya glared at him, ignored him, and walked out the door in her high heels.