Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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From this point of view alone, it is undoubtedly a very outstanding university.

"That's pretty good. With such an excellent educational background, finding a job shouldn't be a problem, right? How come you can't even find a suitable position?" He Yuzhu asked curiously.

"Oh dear, don't mention this! My precious daughter is just too beautiful. She finally managed to get a job at a foreign firm, but all the people there are eyeing her and have ulterior motives."

If we let her continue working there, wouldn't that be like sending a lamb to the slaughter?

Upon hearing her father's words, Huang Zhiru couldn't help but show a hint of reproach on her face, and said coquettishly, "Daddy, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Seeing this, Mr. Huang chuckled dryly twice and wisely stopped pursuing the topic.

Then, he changed the subject and began to talk enthusiastically with everyone about the ins and outs of business.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu, standing to the side, was also feeling uneasy, worried that the other party might mistake him for some kind of gangster.

So he quickly took over the conversation and began to talk at length about his experiences running a training school and operating a machinery factory.

"I know about the training school you run. I heard it specializes in teaching students how to operate lathes. All those idle hooligans in the neighborhood are now obediently going there to work. You've really done a great thing; you deserve to be called a paragon of virtue!" Boss Huang clearly appreciated He Yuzhu's actions.

He Yuzhu waved his hand modestly and explained:

"Actually, I was forced into it at first. Someone was always bullying me, and I couldn't just take the beatings without fighting back."

Later, I thought that instead of fighting and bullying them, I should find a legitimate way to make a living. That's when I came up with the idea of ​​starting a training school and a machinery factory.

Mr. Huang nodded slightly in agreement, and then turned the conversation to the machinery factory.

The two then engaged in a lively conversation, and time slipped by unnoticed.

During this time, He Yuzhu picked up his teacup, took a sip, rested for a while, then got up to say goodbye and returned to the room next door.

After He Yuzhu left, Boss Huang hurriedly called his beloved daughter Huang Zhirou into the inner room and asked softly:

"Daughter, what do you think of this Mr. He?"

Huang Zhirou blinked her big eyes, her face full of doubt, and asked in return:

"Father, what do you mean by this? What do you mean by 'how'?"

Mr. Huang quickly explained:

"It just means you need to evaluate him as a person and share your opinion."

Huang Zhirou raised an eyebrow and said coquettishly:

"Oh dear, Father, you wouldn't be thinking of introducing me to a boyfriend, would you?"

Mr. Huang waved his hands repeatedly in denial:

"No, no, no, daughter, don't misunderstand. I heard you say before that you were always being harassed when you went to work, so I thought I'd introduce you to He Yuzhu's machinery factory."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhirou's eyes widened in disbelief, and she said:

"What? You actually want me to work in that tiny, run-down factory? Father, you know I'm a top student who studied in London!"

Mr. Huang retorted dismissively:

"So what if you study abroad? Look at yourself now, you're still just a waiter at home."

Huang Zhirou stomped her feet in anger and cried out coquettishly:

"Daddy!"

Seeing his daughter so angry, Mr. Huang stopped teasing her and asked again with a serious expression, "Alright, alright, my dear daughter, Daddy will just ask you what your impression of him is?"

Huang Zhirou calmed herself down a bit, thought carefully for a moment, and then answered:

"Hmm... to be honest, this guy looks quite old, and I wonder if he has a wife?"

Mr. Huang stroked his chin thoughtfully and replied:

"Well... as far as I know, he should have one, but his wife is currently in Beijing."

"But his factory is just too small, the scale is not what I expected at all! My major is international trade."

Huang Zhirou frowned, her tone revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Chapter 457 What ulterior motives do you have towards him?

The father, standing nearby, quickly advised:

“Oh dear, girl, as a young woman, having a job to support yourself is enough. Why do you have to go to those foreign-owned companies and suffer? Besides, white people don’t treat us Chinese very well these days; they’re always suppressing us.”

Especially the inspection department—their exploitation of ordinary people is simply outrageous! So, in my opinion, you'd be better off working in one of our own Chinese factories!

After listening, Huang Zhirou remained silent for a moment, then slowly replied:

"Dad, what you said makes sense, but this is related to my future development, so I still need to think about it carefully."

Seeing her hesitation, her father said somewhat anxiously:

"What are you still thinking about! I'll talk to Boss He and have you start working right away. If you're not happy at work, you can just quit. It's not like you'll lose anything."

Huang Zhirou nodded helplessly and replied:

"Okay, Dad, I know you mean well. Actually, I don't want to stay at home all day doing nothing, like a waiter serving tea and water to people."

"It would be good to work for another company, at least I could still get a salary every month, and that way I could achieve financial freedom in no time."

Night fell and the streetlights came on. He Yuzhu strolled through the streets as usual, his mind wandering to various trivial matters.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared not far ahead—it was Pan Qun.

He Yuzhu strode forward and exchanged a smile with Pan Qun. Pan Qun then took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to He Yuzhu.

"Brother Zhu, we've been sending out a lot of messages lately, but Jimmy has a really tough guy under him, and two of our men have already gotten injured."

Pan Qun said with a frown.

He Yuzhu took the letter, stared sharply at Pan Qun, and asked, "So, you want me to help you get rid of this person?"

Pan Qun nodded quickly, looking at He Yuzhu expectantly and saying, "If you could help, that would be wonderful!"

He Yuzhu smiled slightly and answered confidently:

"No problem, leave it to me!" He Yuzhu had been quite bored lately, and this was a good opportunity to stretch his muscles.

Then, Pan Qun added, "However, we shouldn't rush into this matter. It's best to disguise it as an ordinary dispute to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

He Yuzhu nodded thoughtfully after hearing this and agreed, "Okay, I know what to do."

After the two finished their conversation and confirmed that all the details had been explained, He Yuzhu turned and left.

Back at his lodgings, he eagerly tore open the thick envelope.

Sure enough, there was more than one letter inside!

Several of the letters were written to him by Xu Huizhen and a few other women. The letters were filled with their deep longing and concern for him, and they told him that everything was fine at home and that he didn't need to worry.

In addition, there was a letter from a high-ranking leader. In the letter, the leader assured him that he would take good care of his family, asked him to rest assured, and hoped that he could work and live in Hong Kong with peace of mind.

Finally, the senior leader mentioned that he hoped He Yuzhu could return on time for the Canton Fair in the fall, so that everyone could get together and exchange ideas.

After carefully placing the letter into the mysterious space and storing it properly, He Yuzhu quietly left the house.

The night was already deep, and the clock had quietly struck past ten o'clock, the most bustling and lively time of the city's nightlife.

The streets were brightly lit, and people were everywhere.

The Huang family was sitting around a small stool by the door, leisurely enjoying a delicious late-night snack.

Upon seeing He Yuzhu come out, Boss Huang greeted him warmly:

"Hey, Mr. He, you finally figured it out! Come on over and have a bowl of sweet soup with me!"

He Yuzhu quickly waved his hand to politely decline:

"No, no, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Huang, but I have other things to do."

However, Mr. Huang refused to give up and said with a smile:

"Oh dear, why are you being so formal with us when we're already so close? It's just a bowl of sweet soup, come on, don't dawdle!"

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled He Yuzhu to sit down on the stool without saying a word.

Huang Zhiru, who was standing to the side, was very quick and efficient. In the blink of an eye, she had filled a bowl with sweet and delicious syrup and placed it steadily in front of He Yuzhu.

She smiled slightly and said softly, "Mr. He, please enjoy your meal."

Faced with the Huang family's warm hospitality, He Yuzhu found it difficult to refuse and could only nod and express his gratitude.

"Thank you very much."

So he picked up the bowl, took a small sip of the warm, sweet syrup, and felt a warm current instantly spread throughout his body.

Just then, Boss Huang and Huang Zhiru naturally started talking about Huang Zhiru's work.

Although the overall economic situation has improved, it is not easy for girls with yellow skin like Huang Zhirou to find a satisfactory job.

In particular, racial discrimination remains quite serious in those foreign-owned businesses.

Even if Chinese people were lucky enough to get jobs there, they often ended up at the bottom, doing simple but arduous manual labor.

If Huang Zhiru only had an ordinary appearance, she might find it relatively easier to find a job that would satisfy her.

However, she was simply too beautiful and charming.