Mr. Shen Has Had a Crush on Me for a Long Time

Chapter 18: Deceiving All Classes and Misdemeanor

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Hearing this, Mu Qingyu couldn’t help but frown. What did Peach mean by giving her more? Excluding the commission fee of the shop, the rest of the money should be the embroiderer’s remuneration.

From what Peach remarked, she didn’t intend to give Mu Qingyu the full remuneration?! Mu Qingyu couldn’t figure it out, so she didn’t beat around the bush and directly inquired.

Before Peach could say anything, the shop assistant beside her sneered and said, “Why don’t you know the rules? Didn’t anyone tell you when you signed the contract? You’ll split the profits at a 30:70 ratio with Sister Peach. If it weren’t for Sister Peach overseeing this shop, do you think you’d be able to get the order on your own?”

What kind of logic was this? Peach didn’t even need to put in any effort, yet she took away 70% of the profits for no reason. She even shamelessly embroidered her name on the work. As it turned out, she earned her reputation and money through this means. Was this how the embroiderers in Yan City were oppressed? Peach was too shameless!

It had been a long time since Mu Qingyu had been furious. She never thought that the branch in Yan City would be completely different from the main branch’s operating system.

This Peach Blossom not only deceived the upper and lower classes, but the branch also negligently managed the latter!

Su embroidery was a national non-material cultural heritage. Every embroideress took months to stitch up a piece of design that belonged to them. How could they be humiliated by such a person?

When Peach saw the collapsing expression of the young woman, she grasped the situation. However, it didn’t matter to her. Which newcomer didn’t have a little temper when they first arrived? In the end, didn’t they all obediently listen? Her sister’s family owned 40% of the shares of the branch in Yan City. Aside from the person in charge of the Su family’s embroidery workshop, her sister was the largest shareholder.

That was why Peach, an ordinary embroideress, was able to become the general manager.

Peach was a little puzzled, but she didn’t think too much about it and reached out to take the product.

Mu Qingyu took back the embroidery, causing Peach’s hand to miss her target. She then looked at Peach with inexplicable displeasure.

“What do you mean by this? Hand it over!” Peach was getting a little impatient.

“Why should I give it to you? Once I do, you will shamelessly embroider your own name in my work. How dare you?”

“Say that again!” Although every employee in the branch of Yan City knew about this, no one had ever been as direct as Mu Qingyu.

For a moment, Peach was both angry and embarrassed. “I think you don’t want to earn money anymore, right?”

Mu Qingyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. She took out her phone and called the person in charge of the Jingchuan branch.

The other end picked up without missing a beat. “Hello, Little President Mu, what’s the matter?”

“Yueyue, what’s going on at the Yan City branch? Didn’t our embroidery workshop set a rule that all commission fees shouldn’t exceed 10%? Why can’t I participate in the operation?”

‘Little President Mu… Mu Qingyu…’

Suddenly, Peach recalled what her niece, Zhang Jiajia, had told her.

“Brother Shen is going to marry someone else! They say it’s Mu Qingyu from Jingchuan! What right does she have?”

Mu Qingyu from Jingchuan…

The head of the main store was from the Mu family! Therefore, the girl in front of him, who seemed to be inexperienced, was actually Shen Jingmo’s wife, who recently got married, and the real person in charge of the Su embroidery workshop!

Peach told herself not to panic. While Mu Qingyu was still negotiating with the head of the main store, Peach hurriedly ran to the bathroom and called Zhang Jiajia.

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It was getting late at the Shen Family Group’s headquarters, but the entire building was still brightly lit. It didn’t feel like it was night at all.

In the spacious president’s office, the secretary pushed the door open. “President Shen, this is Miss Mu’s entire schedule for today.”

The man’s hand was enormous, and his knuckles bent slightly on the paper. “Tell me.”