Chapter 43 What kind of low-class person is worthy of my acquaintance?
Song Yao's face was full of violence, his eyebrows were gloomy, and he didn't want to say anything more.
"Okay, let's not talk about this, but you..."
Just as she was about to persuade Jiang Anning to say, "Don't go astray and be arrogant..." she heard an annoying voice behind her.
"Hey, are you busy? Seeing that business is a little deserted, it shouldn't be that you are too lucky to handle it and have crushed yourself, right? It can't be? It can't be!"
Sheng Yuewen looked like a villain and walked in swaggeringly, as if inspecting his own property, looking here and there, nodding his head from time to time, showing a very satisfied look.
For those who didn't know, they thought he was the boss behind the scenes who came to inspect his property.
Song Yao said with a gloomy face: "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here, get out of here!"
Her unwelcome attitude was firm.
Piansheng Yuewen looked blank as if he couldn't understand, and found a seat to sit on his own, as if he had returned to his own home: "You said, why are you still so impatient? No wonder my uncle always thinks you are useless in person. , It’s impossible to bear.”
Song Yao's face turned even darker, and he firmly grasped the tea lid with his fingers, ready to throw it at anyone's face at any time.
Sheng Yue heard that he was still unaware. He took the attitude of being the master of the house and preached to others: "When you open the door to do business, you will come to the door for customers. How can there be any reason to drive the customers away? Who would dare to turn around? Come to your place, are you not afraid of being kicked out?”
"none of your business!
Song Yao's scolding voice was stuck in half because Sheng Yue heard Youzai's proud words.
"I found the embroiderer who will help you embroider the Buddha pictures."
Sheng Yuewen lazily tilted her body: "She also promised me that she would enter the Yuewen Embroidery Workshop and teach the embroidery ladies under her, learning double-sided embroidery..."
His triumphant voice continued to buzz, and Song Yao seemed to be unable to hear it. He stared blankly at Jiang Anning, his mouth slightly open, unable to speak.
The meaning in his eyes is very clear: You are outside, is there another dog?
She even started to conspire. Could it be that Jiang Anning did it on purpose just now?
Deliberately provoking conflicts, he wanted to use Mrs. An's hand to build a ring team and make a name for himself, and then at the critical moment, he jumped to Yuewen Embroidery Workshop...
Song Yao's eyes deepened, and he felt fear that the truth was revealed.
She really couldn't imagine how someone who looked like a white rabbit and was so innocent and quick to speak and do things could have such deep scheming intentions. Even she was blinded by it.
Jiang Anning blinked.
She was confused too!
Yuewen Embroidery Shop’s boss, it was her first time meeting her today...
How could this man open his eyes and tell lies?
Song Yao looked at the confused look and felt a little unsure.
She turned her head and looked at Sheng Yuewen: "I don't understand what you are talking about. There is no embroiderer who can help me embroider pictures of Buddha. It's just a coincidence that I received such a divine work."
Song Yao pretended to be relaxed and lowered his head to drink water, but out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help but look in Jiang Anning's direction.
"It's already come to this point, and you're still so stubborn..." Sheng Yuewen snorted lowly, and put on a tolerant attitude that would allow someone to tell a lie: "Okay, okay, just as you said, there is no embroiderer to help you, right?" You’re lucky, you got this masterpiece from nowhere, right?”
That's it!
Song Yao felt his head hurt just listening to him talking.
She closed her eyes, hiding the urge to roll her eyes.
"But, do you think it was a coincidence or not?"
Sheng Yuewen said: "I went to a village in Ruian Town yesterday to collect silk, and I met a girl who taught people how to embroider double-sided embroidery."
"This girl is also unlucky. Because she broke off the engagement, she was teased, ostracized and isolated. Fortunately, she has some skills, otherwise her life would be very difficult."
Hearing that Ruian Zhen and the engagement were cancelled, Song Yao couldn't help but turn his head and look at Jiang Anning again.
Jiang Anning was even more confused. Even she couldn't help but wonder if she had ever seen the person in front of her but lost her memory.
Sheng Yuewen closed his hands and put them in his sleeves: "I heard that Mrs. An is looking for an embroiderer recently..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a long lingering tone, and he chuckled in a low voice full of provocation, as if to show off: Now you must not be able to stop me from poaching you, ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Song Yao was speechless and the whites of his eyes almost rolled up to the sky.
Now she really wanted to pry open her father's coffin board, pull him up and ask him what he thought back then, to get this thing done and come back as his heir.
It was obvious that Sheng Yuewen had been raised by his father for some time back then. No matter how he spoke or acted, he still had a petty air, like a villain who had succeeded in his success.
"You said it so powerfully, where is the embroiderer now?"
Song Yao became more rational and calm. She looked back and forth between Sheng Yuewen and Jiang Anning several times, but she didn't see the slightest sign that the two knew each other.
Sheng Yuewen Dunsheng was on guard: "You want to poach me?"
But soon, he became relaxed and proud again: "I advise you to save your energy. Now, you have become a full-time embroiderer of my Yuewen Embroidery Workshop."
Before he came, he had asked the shopkeeper to take the deed to the Yamen and have it sealed.
Ten taels of silver a month... Hey, she's making a fortune!
Sheng Yuewen burst out laughing unexpectedly, causing Song Yao and Jiang Anning to look at each other.
Did you go to work at his house?
I don't have it!
Both of them were a little confused. Jiang Anning whispered into Song Yao's ear uncertainly: "Could he be suffering from some kind of hysteria?"
What nonsense are you talking about?
Sheng Yuewen didn't realize it but felt proud of himself. He stood up and pretended to straighten his clothes: "Okay, I won't waste time talking to you anymore. There are still a lot of things to do."
He glanced at Song Yao with disdain and snorted: "I've been in your shop for so long and you don't even know how to serve tea. I really don't know how you kept the shop open for so long without even caring about the guests. I don’t know the way.”
"No wonder my uncle refuses to leave his family property to you. Women just don't get into trouble!"
After Sheng Yue heard what he said, he stared at Song Yao specifically, eager to see the person go crazy after being poked in a painful spot.
He knew what Song Yao cared about most.
He also knows what to say to make people angry and lose their minds.
Um?
He waited and waited with pride in his eyes, but he didn't wait until Song Yao became as hysterical as usual, screaming at him to get out, and his expression gradually became unsustainable.
What's going on?
Could this woman be stupid today?
Song Yao seemed to have just come back to his senses, and asked again uncertainly: "You mean, you found the embroiderer who embroidered Buddhist pictures, and hired her into your embroidery workshop?"< br>
After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but look at Jiang Anning.
Why does it feel like Sheng Yuewen is talking nonsense?
He kept saying that he had found peace and invited people to the embroidery workshop, but look at... why didn't he seem to recognize the person at all?
"That's right!"
Sheng Yuewen raised his chin proudly.
Song Yao looked at him and was speechless.
She opened her mouth again and again, and for a while she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and pulled Jiang Anning over and asked, "Then you don't know her?"
Sheng Yuewen seemed to have just noticed such a person at this time. He focused on the person and frowned in displeasure, as if to say: What kind of unknown person is worthy of my acquaintance?
Looking at Jiang Anning's dress, he classified her as a lower class person.
Believe me, I really tried my best
(End of chapter)