Reborn Troops

Wanwan patted Qianqian's shoulder excitedly, "You are so smart! I will try it now!"

She immediately ran to the workbench and began to look for materials. Qianqian leaned on the counter, watching her busy back, with a slight smile on her face.

"By the way," Qianqian suddenly asked, "Have you heard about the new jewelry store at the end of the street recently?"

Wanwan paused for a moment and looked up. "A new store? When did it happen?"

"Just a few days ago," Qianqian said, "I heard that the boss is a man, and he has a very important background."

Wanwan frowned, "A man? Opening a jewelry store?"

"Yeah," Qianqian shrugged. "I heard that he studied design abroad before, and opened this store when he came back. Business is pretty good."

Wanwan suddenly felt uneasy. She put down the materials in her hand and walked to Qianqian, "Do you think...will he steal my business?"

Qian Qian glanced at her and smiled, "Why, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid!" Wanwan said unconvincedly, "I'm just... a little worried."

Qianqian patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you have your characteristics and he has his style, so let's just do our own thing."

Wanwan nodded, but the uneasiness in her heart did not completely dissipate. She returned to the workbench and

He began to try to seal the salt particles with resin. Qianqian sat on a chair nearby, flipping through a magazine in the store.

As time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Wanwan's forehead.

She tried several times, but the resin could not completely seal the salt particles. It either leaked out or became turbid after solidification. She scratched her hair in annoyance and sighed.

"It still doesn't work..." She muttered softly.

Qianqian raised her head and glanced at her, "What's wrong?"

"The resin can't seal the salt particles," Wanwan said frustratedly, "and they always leak out."

Qianqian put down the magazine, walked over to her, and looked at her operation carefully. "Did you adjust the resin ratio incorrectly?"

"Proportion?" Wanwan was stunned for a moment, "What proportion?"

Qianqian sighed, "The ratio of resin to hardener. Didn't you read the instructions?"

Wanwan smiled awkwardly, "I...I forgot."

Qianqian shook her head helplessly, "You are so careless."

She picked up the resin bottle, read the instructions carefully, and began to mix the proportions.

Wanwan stood aside, watching her skillful movements, and suddenly a complex emotion surged in her heart.

"Qianqian," she suddenly said, "How...how do you know so much?"

Qianqian paused for a moment, then continued to mix the resin, "I learned a little bit of handicraft before, so I know a little bit."

Wanwan nodded and said nothing more. She watched Qianqian pour the resin on the salt grains and then gently adjust the position of the salt grains with tweezers.

The resin gradually solidified, and the salt particles were perfectly sealed inside, crystal clear, like a frozen rainbow.

Zhou Wanwan was immersed in the joy of resin sealing salt when the shop door was suddenly pushed open and a gust of cold wind blew in.

She looked up and saw Zhang Jia standing at the door with a sarcastic smile on his face.

He was wearing a dark grey suit and carrying an exquisite black leather bag, looking totally out of place in this dress.

"Hey, Wanwan, what new things are you tinkering with?" Zhang Jia walked into the store slowly, his eyes sweeping over the coarse salt and resin on the counter, and the smile on the corners of his mouth deepened.