The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

The director's wife looked at her again and sneered, "She has been in the limelight for so many years. She thinks she has everything under her belt. She orders people around and has a group of people following her. After so many years of good life, it's time for it to end."

"Mrs. Huo, I heard that you had a pretty good relationship with her before. How did you offend her and get treated like this by her?"

Ling Zhao heard some voice-over and wrote: [Mrs. Xu is bullying me? ]

The director's wife smiled and said, "Otherwise, where do you think this black pot that fell from the sky came from?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and said nothing.

The director's wife took another sip of tea and said, "It's a good thing that Mrs. Huo severed her relationship with Mrs. Xu in time. If a real disaster comes, you will be able to avoid it. But some of those wives will cry."

The director's wife was watching a show. After putting down her teacup, she picked up her bag and stood up.

She was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something, paused, and said, "Among the ladies in our circle, the only one who is pure and clean is Madam Li. She is very prudent and never forms cliques."

"Mrs. Huo, after this incident, the Huo family's position in South City will be more stable. By then, many ladies will come to you to make friends with you. You must remain a mute."

The director’s wife is gone.

Ling Zhao looked at the empty teacup and touched his throat.

Is being mute a blessing?

Come to think of it, maybe.

Because she was mute, she was looked down upon and despised by the circle of noble ladies.

Those who were of lower status than the Huo family wanted to make friends with her, but they found it difficult to talk to a mute, so they would rather spend more time and money to "impress" others.

Ling Zhao has suffered a lot so far, but looking back, it seems that they are all good days.

After a while, Ling Zhao discovered that more and more wealthy ladies came to Lingji to customize their clothes.

She had met some of the ladies who were with Mrs. Xu.

These ladies drank tea and chatted, intentionally or unintentionally distancing themselves from Mrs. Xu.

If the director's wife hadn't leaked the information, Ling Zhao would have thought that these ladies had taken the wrong medicine. Holding the thigh, how dare you say that the thigh is not strong.

I think these ladies also realized the change in the situation and quickly distanced themselves from her, hoping that the fire would not burn them.

But can we tell whether there is a relationship or not just by doing something on the surface?

Ling Zhao also noticed that these ladies found the thighs they were hugging not stable enough and thought of her, the mute wife.

At least he was able to get away with it after experiencing several incidents. He must be capable and have a strong backer.

Ling Zhao pretended not to see through their little thoughts.

Want custom clothing?

Then take the order.

But the deposit amount has been raised to 80% of the price of the clothing.

"What's the difference between this and paying the full amount?" The ladies who used to look down on Ling Zhao wanted to get close to her, but their inherent arrogance could not be changed in a short time, so their expressions changed all of a sudden.

Ling Zhao smiled and wrote on the blackboard: "In fact, the deposit is only for white-collar workers. Are you ladies short of this little money?"

If a white-collar worker wants to buy a piece of luxury goods to decorate his appearance, but cannot bear to pay in full, he can use a credit card to pay in installments.

These ladies buy luxury goods without blinking an eye, can it be the same?

Ling Zhao also knew that some wives looked wealthy but were actually very stingy and were greedy for even the smallest gains. It didn't matter before, but now the situation has changed.

She didn't know which ones had nothing to do with Mrs. Xu. What if she was investigated and her property was confiscated? Who would she ask for the balance she owed?

The materials used by the ladies are the best, and the cost is high. Add to that the labor costs, rent, etc., and the 80% deposit basically covers all the above.

Then even if something happens to them, Ling Zhao will only lose part of the profits and will not lose money.

In addition, the clothes and other items produced by Lingji have collection value. What if these ladies are afraid of accidents and come to order eight or ten pieces and wait for money in the future? Isn't it just sucking her blood to enrich themselves?

Ling Zhao became more and more savvy and took precautions in advance.

Ling Zhao's explanation made those ladies unable to lose their temper.

They were already trying to smooth things over and avoid the storm as much as possible, and the money they spent wasted like water, and they couldn't be as generous as before. But Ling Zhao did this.

They were so angry that they couldn't vent their anger. They were even more afraid that others would see that something was going to happen at home. They could only grit their teeth and force a smile: "Mrs. Huo is right. Since you want to increase the deposit, then let's follow the new regulations."

After seeing the ladies off, Ling Zhao sat behind the counter, crossed his legs and looked through today's revenue.

With this batch of orders, Lingji’s rent and employee salaries are secured.

"Zhao Zhao is acting more and more like a boss lady." Mrs. Xu walked in with her bag.

She came alone today, without any attendant.

Her face was gloomy, without her previous cheerful smile, and her hair seemed to have not been well maintained and looked dry and yellow.

Ling Zhao put the notebook back into the safe and walked out to the counter to greet her.

[Long time no see, Madam Xu, are you here to get your clothes? ]

More than two months ago, Mr. Xu customized a Tang suit in her shop. After Lingji "closed down", Ling Zhao made Mr. Xu's suit herself.

All are hand-sewn, the fabrics are precious, and the tailoring is ingenious.

It can be said that anyone wearing this clothes, standing in a circle full of big guys, will definitely not be regarded as a small follower by anyone.

But... I'm afraid I won't have the chance to wear it, and it might even become confiscated property.

Ling Zhao collected his thoughts and asked someone to fetch the clothes.

Madam Xu looked at her coldly and said, "Ling Zhao, you are lucky. This store is open safely, and you are safe too."

When Xiao Jia heard what Mrs. Xu said, he opened his lips and wanted to say something, but was suppressed by Ling Zhao's look.

Ling Zhao invited Mrs. Xu to the VIP room on the second floor.

She calmly made the tea, this time without the snacks.

The teacup was placed in front of Mrs. Xu.

Mrs. Xu looked around coldly.

Although the VIP room had been cleaned, it was still obvious that someone had stayed here, and there were quite a few people.

Madam Xu put her finger under her nose and sniffed gently, then said with a sneer, "The tea and snacks have been cleared away, and the tables and chairs have been put back in place. It's just that the perfume in the air is a little strong and mixed, and it doesn't smell very comfortable."

She got up and opened the window, and the wind blew in, dispelling the smell in the room.

Ling Zhao looked at Madam Xu who was standing by the window.

Mrs. Xu was also looking at her.

"Am I not worthy of a plate of dessert?" She walked back to the table and sat down, slowly circling her fingers on the teacup.

Ling Zhao didn't go to get the snacks, but sat down opposite her.

Madam Xu looked at her with a half-smile. The two looked at each other for a while. Madam Xu sneered: "I think you already know."

She served the tea and drank the water: "There are no snacks, but the quality of the tea is not low. Does Zhao Zhao still remember that I can't get used to low-quality tea, or has the quality of Lingji improved, and the worst tea is this kind?"

Ling Zhao gestured with his fingers: [From now on, the worst tea I buy in the store will be this kind of tea. ]

After all, the deposit has been increased, so we have to get some "bang for the buck" back.

Mrs. Xu muttered, "You are so honest." She put down the cup, "Are you happy? Are you proud?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips: [Why did you frame me? ]

Madam Xu sneered: "You don't want to be my follower, but you have established a relationship with the Li family, which makes me lose face. I am not a tolerant person."

In this circle, flattering the powerful and bullying the weak is the norm.

Being kind and good-hearted cannot make you a top figure in a circle.

"The Li family is close to you, so where will the Xu family stand in the future?"

"Huo Yixiu's control over Junhai is getting stronger and stronger. Mr. Xu only has shares in Junhai but cannot make any claims. So what's the point of holding these shares?"

"Ling Zhao, if you don't understand, then don't ask questions knowing the answer."

Mrs. Xu gave her a haughty look and turned to look out the window.

The window was open, but no light fell on her. She sat in the shadows and watched the dust particles dancing in the light.

Ling Zhao was illuminated by the sunlight, his skin was fair and bright, and his eyes were bright.

Mrs. Xu looked even more desolate. She said, "They come to your shop not to do business with you, but to use the custom-made clothes to build a relationship with you and put money in your pocket."

"You said your clothes are valuable. But if you are just a dressmaker, even if you have the title of inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, do you think those ladies will honor you? Besides, you are not."

She sneered and turned back, her cold eyes fell on Ling Zhao's face, her eyes were mean and vicious: "You are just lucky, you are Huo Yixiu's wife, you are worth getting to know."

Ling Zhao curled his lips and smiled calmly. Is being Huo Yixiu's wife her greatest luck and highest value?

That's what they think, so be it.

Ling Zhao said: [Mrs. Xu is also lucky. She and Mr. Xu are married and have lived a life of wealth and glory for half their lives.]