Starting from the tenth day of the first lunar month, employees of Liu Lan's company ended their vacations one after another and returned to the capital to work. They began to ship the backlog of orders accumulated during the Spring Festival in order of payment, and all work was on the right track.

In order to prevent any situation that Boss Wu brought a group of black men to cause trouble, which endangered personal safety and the interests of the company, Zhang Pei hired 12 professional bodyguards with a lot of money. The 12 were veterans, and they were agile. They worked in a prestigious professional security company in the capital. There were 12 people with four shifts and three people in one team, responsible for the safety of the entire factory. Of course, in addition to them, there were also ordinary security guards that Zhang Pei had originally hired, and their strength was relatively low and they mainly played a surveillance role. Besides, the warehouse workers were not easy to mess with. Even if Boss Wu came out of the detention center and learned the truth, he was not able to make trouble again.

With so many men guarding Zhang Pei feels safe and more confident.

What made Zhang Pei and Liu Lan even more gratified was that none of their employees were chewing around the Internet, probably because of the year-end bonus last year. They were very generous. Except for a group of new employees who entered at the end of last year, the other old employees received the least 40,000 and the maximum was 60,000. The amount was not much different, but they were still differentiated based on ability and performance.

You should know that small e-commerce companies like them are generally grateful for the year-end bonus. If you are better, it will be almost the same for a few thousand or tens of thousands of yuan. Only the management can get high. Liu Lan and her mother treat all employees equally. Their idea is very simple. Managers use their brainpower and workers use their physical strength. They are all dedicated to the company and should not be treated differently.

It is said that after the Spring Festival, there is a wave of resignations, but no one in Liu Lan's small company resigns.

The eleventh day of the first lunar month has almost arrived. Liu Lan and Zhang Pei held a meeting with all employees in the morning. The main content is to do a good job in the finalizing work of cooperation with Westland. Their contract with Westland expires at the end of the month. It is expected that after the contract expires, Westland will no longer ship the goods to them. If the headquarters cooperation agreement with Peter goes smoothly, the headquarters will ship the goods directly from New Zealand to them, but there will be a relatively long gap between them and the goods need to be stored in advance.

Zhang Pei has communicated with Huang Shiting. In the next 10 days, Xishilan Company will ship large quantities to them. On average, more than five trucks come here every day. The warehouse and logistics work will be very busy, and everyone must be on guard. Zhang Pei asked Mao Yuchen to post recruitment advertisements online again, but the company still lacks staff.

Peter also informed Liu Lan and his daughter through Huang Shiting that he would arrive in the capital on March 1.

After the first mobilization meeting after the festival, everyone immediately devoted themselves to the intense work, and Liu Lan was so busy that she regretted her clones being too tired.

At this moment, the inside phone in her office rang, and it was called by the security guard at the door, "Boss, there is a woman who wants to see you."

Liu Lan asked, "Are you a netizen?" Liu Lan's company's address is not a secret. It can be found on the yellow pages of the company. Someone has also exposed the address online. After a few days, fans came over to the end, but they couldn't get in. They only took a few photos at the door with the sign "Princess Qiman Co., Ltd." at the door. Even if you visit here, you can post on Moments and Weibo to show off. However, few fans will ask to meet Liu Lan.

"It seems no, she said she was Wang Chunhua's wife?" The security guard's tone was puzzled. He looked at the rustic woman in front of him. No matter whose wife she was, this woman seemed to have nothing to do with Liu Lan.

Wang Chunhua?

Liu Lan, who was so busy that she was very busy, didn't remember who this person was.

Until she heard the voice of the woman on the phone, "Tell her that Wang Chunhua was the courier who died in a car accident last year."

Liu Lan realized instantly, and she said to the security guard, "You let her come in,"

Although she had only seen her once, Liu Lan had a slight impression of Wang Chunhua's wife. She remembered her hatred eyes and her crying red eyes, but she couldn't remember what she looked like.

It was only a year later that Liu Lan saw her appearance clearly.

Medium-height and slightly fat, probably because she was overworked for survival. Her face looked very vicissitudes. Liu Lan vaguely remembered that Wang Chunhua was 29 years old when she died. His wife was probably around 30 years old this year. Compared with Chu Yu, who was also 30 years old, she was just underground and in the sky.

Her dress was also simple, and Liu Lan found a hole in her jeans with sharp eyes.

Liu Lan felt strange. Didn’t they give the Wang family 3 million?

3 million may not change their destiny, but at least they can make them eat well and wear warmly.

"Hello," Liu Lan asked her to sit on the sofa opposite her desk, and while making tea for her, she asked, "Sorry, I don't know what you call me."

"My name is Cao Chuanxiang."

Cao Chuanxiang was a little restrained and had a low voice. After she came in, she kept staring at Liu Lan, but she didn't hate her as much as she was when she first met. Her eyes looked at Liu Lan more like she was watching a person in the news, a little exploring and nervous.

Liu Lan put the disposable water cup in front of her and sat down opposite her, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Her gentle attitude caught Cao Chuanxiang off guard, "Thank you!"

Thank you, the monk Liu Lan was confused. What did you thank her? This cup of hot tea? Or 3 million? Cao Chuanxiang took the initiative to solve the problem, "Thank you for letting me in. I thought I would be turned away."

Liu Lan smiled, "I will never disappear if anyone has something to come to me, unless you are a boring netizen."

Hearing this, Cao Chuanxiang also had a smile on her face. She picked up the water cup and didn't drink it. She just held the warmer hands. Liu Lan noticed the cracked wound on her hand and did not speak.

Cao Chuanxiang seemed to be organizing language, and seemed a little hesitant. After a while, she said, "I'm here to remind you," she looked up at Liu Lan, "You are very famous now. My mother-in-law and brother-in-law both know that you have made a lot of money. They have been fiddling with you and wanting to borrow money from you."

Liu Lan had actually guessed something, but the situation was a little different from what she thought. She thought Cao Chuanxiang was coming to ask her for money, but she didn't expect that she came to inform her. What is her purpose?

Liu Lan's expression remained unchanged, and she was even a little kind of kind, "My mother and I have given you 3 million, to be precise, 3.1 million. That 100,000 is the condolence fee we gave you. My father's matter has been completely settled."

When Cao Chuanxiang heard "3.1 million", her face became even more ugly. She lowered her head, "That 3.1 million has been held in their hands all the time. It has nothing to do with me and my children."
Chapter completed!