Jiang Zhihao had no intention of arguing with these low-level people and said: "Forget it, let them go."
Tan Junda said oh, then waved his hand to signal the rich second generation at the door to get out of the way.
Several decoration workers panicked and hurriedly turned around and ran out, not even daring to take the tools they had used before.
Jiang Zhihao didn't bother to remind them and sent the rich second generation to the door. He watched them get into the car and leave, waving goodbye.
In the eyes of many people, this scene proves that the owner of this new store is someone who is not easy to mess with.
On the road, there were people passing by the vehicles, and some people were looking at this picture curiously.
Among them was a middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat, who was one of Shao Hailan's neighbors. He knew Zhong Jiawei. Although he didn't know what was going on here, he still felt sad when he saw Zhong Jiawei standing at the door saying goodbye to a group of people driving luxury cars.
Quite surprising.
But because the car left too fast and he couldn't figure out the situation, he was very suspicious that he had mistakenly identified the person.
Didn't Zhong Jiawei marry a good-for-nothing man? And if I remember correctly, she should be working in an advertising agency. How could she be dealing with a group of rich second-generation people here?
At this time, Jiang Zhihao had already declined Tan Junda's invitation to have dinner together in the evening.
"Today my father-in-law asked me to go home to eat dumplings. It's really inconvenient. I'll arrange a party tomorrow so that we can all get together. It's a thank you for your help in supporting the scene today," Jiang Zhihao said.
Although he was rejected, Tan Junta was not unhappy. On the contrary, he was very happy because Jiang Zhihao wanted to treat him.
To him, it doesn't matter who treats him, since he doesn't lack the money anyway. But being able to have dinner with Jiang Zhihao is a good thing.
Afterwards, Tan Junda also left, and Jiang Zhihao looked at Zhong Jiawei and said, "Let's leave too. If we don't leave, we won't have time to buy groceries."
"But here..."
"The workers have all been driven away. Let's leave it alone for now. Didn't someone tell me to ask the home decoration company to come over and continue the work later?" Jiang Zhihao said.
"Ah? Are you really going to ask them to help? Not so good..." Zhong Jiawei said hesitantly. She was not used to receiving benefits from others for no reason.
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let their help go in vain."
Zhong Jiawei thought he said he would give her enough wages, but considering the bad attitude of the decoration workers just now, she might as well let her own people earn the money.
After closing the store door, Jiang Zhihao and Zhong Jiawei left the store under the watch of passers-by.
The two went to the vegetable market to buy groceries, then picked up Lingling from school before taking a taxi home.
At this time, Shao Hailan just got off work, and Zhong Wenxing specially asked her to go to the vegetable market to buy dumpling wrappers, saying that he would make dumplings for dinner at night.
He didn't say who was eating dumplings together, and Shao Hailan didn't doubt that, because on weekdays, her husband was as disgusted with his son-in-law Jiang Zhihao as he was.
She never imagined that Zhong Wenxing took the initiative to invite Jiang Zhihao to eat the dumplings today.
Coincidentally, the neighbor who passed by the store before happened to come back at this time.
Seeing Shao Hailan and Zhong Wenxing, he quickly asked his son to park the car, then pressed down the car window and shouted: "Old Zhong, Hailan, are you buying groceries?"
"Buy some dumpling wrappers and eat dumplings tonight." Zhong Wenxing gestured.