struggle in a small town

Chapter 77
Wang Mengyun walked away with the wine glass.

Zhang Xuejiao rolled her eyes, thinking that she must make Lin Zhiyuan kneel on the keyboard when she got home, so as to cure his blindness.

Hiss, no, no, wouldn't you scold yourself by saying that?
Just thinking about it, a woman at the same table moved to her side: "Hi, I bought clothes from your group, but I didn't expect you to be Lin Zhiyuan's wife."

The customer is God!
Zhang Xuejiao quickly put on a professional smile: "It's all fate. How about the clothes? As long as they are not washed, I will take care of them."

The woman took the initiative to extend her right hand: "Let me introduce formally, my name is Hai Lan, the sea of ​​the sea, the orchid of the orchid."

"Nice to meet you." Zhang Xuejiao shook hands with her, and couldn't help boasting, "Your name sounds really nice."

"Thank you, add a WeChat? I want to cooperate with you more in the future."

Zhang Xuejiao readily took out her mobile phone: "Okay, okay."

After the addition, Hailan started to talk about the business: "I opened a personal photography studio. If you are interested, you can send me the photos of the try-on. I guarantee that the effect will be better than your current one."

"Are there any samples?"

"Go back and send it to you." Hailan picked up the teacup: "I look forward to working with you."

"Me too."

Hailan turned to look at the other table: "Wang Mengyun disgusts you so much, aren't you angry?"

"I can't do it for this kind of person."

Zhang Xuejiao also looked over, good guy, Wang Mengyun tried every means to stick on Lin Zhiyuan's body, poor Lin Zhiyuan kept avoiding her around the table, and almost stood on the table.

Zhang Xuejiao laughed out loud at such a fun scene.

Seeing her smile, Hailan didn't quite understand: "Lin Zhiyuan is your husband."

"It's mine, so I can't run away. It's not mine, so I can't force it." Zhang Xuejiao turned her head and stopped looking at them: "Three-legged toads are hard to find, and men are everywhere on the street."

Hailan found the quantifier that she had deliberately ignored, and leaned back in her chair and couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Xuejiao winked at her mischievously.

Hailan cleverly changed the subject: "Is this dress new on you? I want one too."

"I bought it the year before last. It's very cost-effective!" Zhang Xuejiao pinched her cuffs: "There is also this coat, which costs less than 200 yuan. I picked it up from the pile of clothes."

"You have a good eye. The clothes I bought from you are versatile and easy to clean up."

The two women chatted from clothes to cosmetics, and talked about the difficulty of finding good employees, and finally turned back to Hailan's photography studio.

Every walk has its own difficulties.

The difficulty for Hailan is that her studio is too small to compare with those big photo studios, and she can only shoot personal portraits and the like.

The price is naturally not high.

3 sets of costumes, 80 retouched negatives, plus 16-inch Lamina set, only 288 yuan.

If such a package is placed in a large studio, it will not be impossible to get it without three thousand.

As Hailan spoke, she turned on her phone and asked Zhang Xuejiao to watch her previous works.

It has to be said that Hailan has her unique understanding of photography.

There is no strong photo studio style, and the girls in each photo can show their own beauty.

Zhang Xuejiao was fascinated when she saw it, and she didn't get enough of it until she looked through the whole photo album: "It's a really good shot."

"Thank you."

Zhang Xuejiao said modestly: "Although my own career is not very good, I have some experience in these years. May I ask, have you thought about the future development direction?"

Hailan hesitated to speak.

Zhang Xuejiao picked up the cup to hide her embarrassment: "I was reckless."

Hailan shook her head and lowered her voice: "I used to be a full-time wife at home, and I was out of touch with society for several years, and then my ex-husband."

Hailan didn't go on.

Zhang Xuejiao patted her arm distressedly: "It's all over."

Hailan looked at her gratefully, with mist in her eyes: "After the divorce, I have to take care of my daughter, so I can only do some free time work, so..."

"It will be fine."

Zhang Xuejiao comforted her, but she was thinking in her heart that human beings are such strange animals, they talk deep when they obviously have shallow friendship.

Hailan sniffed and squeezed out a smile: "The money I earn is just enough for our mother and daughter to live on. I want to give our children better things."

"Well, it's the same for mothers."

"Let you see a joke."

Zhang Xuejiao felt sorry for her more and more, but she didn't continue to ask: "No wonder you want to remind me about Wang Mengyun."

"You should pay more attention." Hailan said and looked over: "Wang Mengyun was not a fuel-efficient lamp when he was in school."

"Well, I'll pay attention."

Zhang Xuejiao didn't bother to look.

She knew in her heart that if Lin Zhiyuan really wavered and couldn't hold on anymore, even if she stood by, it would be useless.

It's better to let him decide for himself.

Besides, she has a lot of confidence and self-confidence, what kind of thing is Wang Mengyun?
Just a rat in the gutter.

Hailan reached for the white wine on the table and poured himself a glass: "I'm so happy today, I want to drink two glasses."

"Give me some too."

She drank it all down, and Zhang Xuejiao put down her glass: "It suddenly occurred to me that with your style, you can actually expand your customer base and take pictures of your children. You need the kind of fresh and unaffected photos, each with a real expression."

"I thought about it too, but children are hard to control."

"Look for some little girls to play with." Zhang Xuejiao made a face: "Like this."

Hyland laughed.

Zhang Xuejiao rubbed her fingers: "It's over, the foundation is rubbed off."

"It doesn't matter, even if a beauty is unkempt, she is still a beauty."

"That's my favorite thing to hear." Zhang Xuejiao held up her glass and said, "Come on, let's go one more time!"

Alcohol rushed up, and Zhang Xuejiao began to imagine wildly: "I want to wear a miniskirt wedding dress, hold a sniper gun model, stand with Lin Zhiyuan in the weedy base, and take a set of wedding photos of my own."

Hailan thinks this idea is really good: "The idea is very good, but where can I find such a place?"

"There are ready-made ones!"

Zhang Xuejiao turned on the phone with a smile: "Look, Lin Zhiyuan has set up an outdoor development center, and real CS is one of the projects. It will open when the equipment arrives."

Hailan flipped through the photos, and the more she looked at them, the happier she became: "Lin Zhiyuan is quite capable."

"Hey, the three of us can cooperate in an all-round way!" Zhang Xuejiao directly decided for Lin Zhiyuan: "You can use the expansion center as an outdoor photography base for your studio, providing services for young people who pursue individuality."

Hailan raised her head: "I'm so glad I just talked to you, you saved my life."

"Exaggeration is dead." Zhang Xuejiao raised her wine glass: "Come on, let's touch one, and wish us to become bigger and stronger as soon as possible!"

When Lin Zhiyuan came back from the entertainment, the two women drank up a bottle of white wine, talked and laughed together, and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

"Honey, have you been drinking?"

Zhang Xuejiao turned to look at him: "Have you finished chatting with your old friend?"

"I'm wronged!"

Hailan got up with a smile: "Xiaoxue, we have an agreement, I will call you tomorrow."

Lin Zhiyuan was surprised when he heard the word "Xiaoxue".

This is a name that only family members can call.

He smiled and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Help you get business."

Just as Lin Zhiyuan wanted to ask more specific questions, the squad leader shouted from behind: "Hurry up, I want a luxury bag, and I only reserve half an hour."

Lin Zhiyuan stretched out his hand: "Let's go, they are going to sing."

"Huh?" Zhang Xuejiao didn't want to go at all: "I ask for money to listen to my singing!"

　Thanks to "Chop Acha" for the reward, three more updates every day for three days.

　　No matter how many, we have to wait until school starts.

　　At present, my younger sister is at home with her niece, and the two young ones are making noise all day long, jumping out of two pits on the mattress.I have to cook, clean the house, and take the two little ones out to play every now and then.

　　If there is a next life, I don't want to be an older sister.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)