Rebirth of the only favorite business queen

Chapter 23

On the other side of the city, Feng Qian led several female workers to modify the clothes and hang them neatly on the hangers. Looking at the rows of brand-new clothes, her mind was also spinning rapidly. Busy finally have enough stock, then the next step is about to start.

Bai Yi showed up in the factory with his lunch in hand, "Didn't I tell you not to come over? School is about to start, hurry up and get ready!" Feng Qian said displeased.

"Don't worry about me, don't worry! How is the goods?"

"Today is almost done, and tomorrow is just the weekend. I have found some people. If everything goes well, our good days will come soon!" Feng Qian said excitedly.

"I've gone to the store, it's too ordinary, it doesn't match the style of these clothes at all." Bai Yi frowned and disapproved.

"Then what good idea do you have?" Feng Qian knew Bai Yi's meaning as soon as she heard it.

"But I'm not sure if it's okay, why don't I ask her out?" Bai Yi asked casually, hiding the longing in his eyes.

Feng Qian stopped what she was doing, got up and walked outside, while Bai Yi followed behind.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Bai Yi asked puzzled.

Feng Qian looked at Bai Yi, sighed first, and then said sternly: "Do you still remember what you said just now? You don't need your mother to remind you, you should know why I asked you out!"

"Mom..." Bai Yi yelled a little uneasy, looking at his toes with guilty eyes.

"Xiao Yi, we are not the same kind of people as her. You can see that our life is better now than before, but don't forget that we signed a contract with her, and the boy who came here with him before , don't you think I've seen it somewhere?" Feng Qian was clearly reluctant, but she couldn't let Bai Yi have that impossible obsession, it would harm him.

"Mom, what are you telling me to do? I never wanted to do anything!" Bai Yi raised his head and said angrily, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was flushed. He didn't know whether he was overwhelmed or was extremely angry. .

"Mom is doing it for your own good. Mom is very grateful to her, but mother is only your son. I will never allow you to do anything. You can blame me or blame me now. I will explain to you today, that girl , mother will never accept it in this life, if you are a filial child, just listen to me once!"

"Mom, let me pretend that I haven't said anything today, and leave the affairs of the store to me. I won't let you down!" After speaking, Bai Yi strode away.

Feng Qian stood there looking at his thin back, covered her face, and began to cry silently.

God, did you send an angel to save us, or did you send a devil to pull us down... Bai Yi clenched his fist and slammed the table hard, splashing the ink on the table. What was he thinking?Who is he?

"Hehehe...I'm such a fool! I'm a fool!" Bai Yi laughed, two lines of tears quietly flowed down his face and into his collar, as if they had never appeared before.

"Since my fate is like this, well, I appoint, I appoint, okay?" He muttered to himself.

After a long time like this, he wiped his face vigorously, and suddenly strode out with a brush and ink.

As he walked, he ran wildly and coughed violently. He took out the key and opened the gate of a store. He looked at the white wall, a few fluorescent lamps on the roof, and several hangers beside the wall.

Bai Yi put the things in his hands on a table, pushed everything to one corner, looked at the huge and white wall, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then squeezed the paint on the On a board, I picked up the paintbrush and began to draw on the wall. The ink-colored lotus leaves seemed to be alive in the pond, and a few dragonflies were playing on the pink lotus flowers. Looking at a small boat, I saw the top of the bow fluttering, but I saw someone coming, but it was undoubtedly a woman, and she was also a beautiful woman...

I still remember that in the prosperous dream in the song, who cares about the fireworks by mistake, the Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, and the blue hair turns into white hair at the end of the road.

Fleeting years secretly exchanged with this love, remembering the post by the bridge, lowering eyebrows and whispering, the blue sky, the yellow spring, the world of mortals, it is hard to find. Looking back a hundred years ago, he dropped the brush in his hand to the ground, looking at the rare arrogant and wanton words on the wall, he I watched for a long time.

A few days later, Feng Qian replaced Feng Youran's plan according to Bai Yi's last insistence, and looked at the lavender tulle on the lavender roof decorated in waves, and a few exquisite palace lanterns hung on both sides. On the other hand, each light has its own characteristics, and each one makes people love it.The finished clothes are placed in front of the huge background wall, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is exuded from the faint incense burner...

"Mom, I don't care about the rest, I've done everything I can do!" Bai Yi said lightly, put away the tools at hand, his white fingers were wrapped with layers of adhesive tape, few of them could be seen.

"Okay, mom understands, you've been exhausted these days, go back and rest!" Feng Qian persuaded, feeling uncomfortable, many things can't be bought, especially those exquisite palace lanterns, in order to match this style, white Yi Gang didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights, he finished everything by himself stubbornly, and that hand made her feel distressed even more.

A few days later, on Sunday, Feng Qian specially invited a dance performance team to let those young and beautiful girls put on the clothes in the store, and put them on display in the busiest business district, where the economy is underdeveloped and the information In the age of no circulation, such distinctive and feminine clothes are like the oasis in the desert, standing out from the crowd of blue-gray clothes, looking at their sweet smiles, holding the leaflets in their hands, everyone began to bring With curiosity and deep love for beauty, I headed towards that shop.

Although Feng Qian had predicted today's situation, so many people came, and the 100-square-meter store was packed to the brim. Hao Hao, he stood calmly at the door and gave each customer a serial number, one coming out from the inside and one going in from the outside. The women who came out were all fashionable and beautiful, and there were more people queuing up, and the last customers who came to patronize were more than [-] meters away.

"Miss Boss, collect the money!"

The waiter shouted one after another, packing the clothes and urging to collect the money. Feng Qian was soft when she received the money. Looking at the thick stack of money, her smile became brighter.

"Hello, are you a clerk in this store?" A fashionable woman asked, holding a small notebook in her hand.

Bai Yi ignored her and was busy on his own.

"I'm a reporter from the Kyoto Daily. I saw such a long queue, and I hope to have a close interview. How about letting me go in and have a look?" the female reporter said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)