Chapter 1133: Always Looking for Opportunities to Cause Trouble

Wan Qing's triumphant expression had barely faded when she saw them coming back up: "Why have you returned?"

Zhang Aiguo and Qian Silin did not answer her; after all, anyone with a normal face could see the schadenfreude on hers.

Old Zhou, walking behind, said, "She left a note at the front desk and went to visit relatives while she had time."

Wan Qing did not expect this result; a flash of disappointment crossed her face.

She thought she had concealed it well, but Old Zhou happened to look up and saw it straight on, making his impression of Wan Qing even worse.

So he said nothing more, went upstairs, and went straight into the room he was staying in.

As soon as he entered, he heard Qian Silin say, "This Wan Qing's character is truly unacceptable; if we go on business trips again, I don't want to be paired with someone like that."

Zhang Aiguo, fearing Wan Qing outside might hear, said, "Keep your voice down; don't look for trouble. She has backing; be careful she doesn't give you a hard time behind your back."

Qian Silin let out a long, angry breath, flopped onto the bed, and pulled the quilt over himself: "If it weren't for Liu Chuxue this time, how could we have signed so many orders? Yet that Wan Qing not only feels no gratitude, she's always looking for opportunities to cause trouble. What the hell gives her the nerve?"

As he spoke, he slapped the bed hard with his palm.

Just then, Old Zhou, who had entered and remained silent, spoke up: "Enough. That Wan Qing is close to Qin Ruoyun, and the person behind Qin Ruoyun has an unusually good relationship with Factory Director Yang. You still need to hold your ground in the factory; there's no need to offend her."

"Liu Chuxue's contribution this time is irreplaceable. Moreover, given Liu Chuxue's nature, if Wan Qing really dances in front of her, dealing with her will take mere minutes. If she truly cannot see the situation, I'm afraid she won't last long in the factory. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

Wan Qing watched the door close; she could faintly hear them talking inside. Though she couldn't make out what they were saying, her intuition told her it was definitely not good words about her.

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with unwillingness, and stormed angrily into her own room.

Once inside, even Liu Chuxue's bed looked displeasing to her. She went straight over, threw Liu Chuxue's quilt onto the floor, and stomped on it several times before finally feeling somewhat relieved.

Afterwards, she stared at Liu Chuxue's luggage for a long while, unzipped it and rummaged through the contents, but ultimately dared not throw anything out, so she zipped it back up.

Meanwhile, after eating, Liu Chuxue said she wanted to go to the seaside to feel the sea breeze.

The Jiao family understood her mood; after all, it was her first time at the seaside, so it was bound to be novel.

Aunt Jiao told her not to go far, just to stroll around the beach area where they had disembarked earlier; she would go out to meet her once she finished cleaning up.

After all, during the meal, she had told Liu Chuxue that in early summer, the weather is warm and the tides follow a pattern favorable for night-time beach foraging; the tide recedes around eight or nine at night, and at that time many villagers go beach foraging.

The village has a rule: eighty percent of the catch must be turned over to the village, which converts the amount turned in into work points; the remaining twenty percent can be taken home. Of course, if some people haven't picked up much to begin with, some will turn over everything just to earn more work points.

When Liu Chuxue got up, Aunt Jiao handed her a kerosene lamp: "Carry this; it will light your way."

Liu Chuxue smiled and said, "Auntie, I have a flashlight in my bag; I'll take that one."

Hearing that Liu Chuxue had a flashlight, she smiled and said, "Alright then; a flashlight is more convenient than this. That way, Auntie will find you more easily later."

In the village, few households even had flashlights; her family was one of them, but she rarely let anyone use hers. When her family went beach foraging at night, they were still accustomed to carrying kerosene lamps.