【New Red Mansion】Perfect World

Shui Rong smiled with a hint of interest:

"It's possible. Go back and ask her."

"In this way, besides you and I, Wu Qing and Xiang Yun were also reborn. Do you think there are many potential reborn people lurking around?"

"Well, maybe Baoyu was also reborn." Shui Rong said in a cold voice.

"Don't think too much, I just treat him as my brother."

"I know, you just said it. Your wish is to stop liking him. Keqing will definitely do as you wish." Shui Rong still had a bit of sarcasm in his voice when he spoke.

"Why do I feel like you're overthinking it?" Pin'er asked tentatively.

"I didn't think much about it. I was confident in myself."

*

Back in the room, Xiangyun was busy doing her chemistry experiments: she made all kinds of white paste-like things and smeared them on her face. Pin'er looked at her face covered with paste and laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist:

"What are you applying? It looks like a kitten."

"Facial mask, can I put some on you too?" Xiangyun gestured with a small bowl in hand.

"No." Pin'er turned around and found home clothes to change into.

Then I sat at the computer desk and called her:

"Yun'er, come here. I want to interrogate you."

Xiangyun couldn't believe her ears, and asked her with her lips pursed and expressionless:

"Are you crazy? Why are you interrogating me?"

But Pin'er lowered her voice and asked:

"You said today that you wanted to write poetry with me in the new courtyard? When have we ever written poetry together?"

Xiangyun's mind worked very quickly and she quickly found an excuse for herself:

"Qushui Liushang Pavilion was originally used for writing poetry. Are you here to drink?"

Pin'er thought to herself: Am I just being too sensitive and suspicious today? This reason is indeed reasonable. She was speechless for a moment.

"Go wash your face quickly. I'll make a facial mask for you. After you use this mask, your skin will be as smooth as a peeled egg." Xiangyun squeezed out a long sentence from between her lips, not daring to move too much.

Pin'er had no choice but to take a shower first. As for asking her questions, she could only wait. If she was not reborn, her questions would be very abrupt.

*

Several girls were sitting around the workbench in the studio: Wu Qing, Xiang Yun, Pin Er and several apprentices.

Pin'er and Xiangyun were busy rolling buttons. They didn't know how to do it originally, but they all knew how to do needlework and weaving, so it wasn't difficult to learn this.

Wu Qing was embroidering a screen for appreciation, which was the first business in their shop. After meeting Jia's mother that day, she found a pattern from somewhere and wanted Wu Qing to embroider a lotus pattern for her as a screen. The price was high, and the old lady was so happy that she gave a high price of 188,888.

Pin'er quietly listened to English with headphones on, and her hands gradually became more proficient.

Wu Qing and Xiang Yun were chatting casually:

"If you can help me design the costumes for my performance tomorrow, I will be your spokesperson."

"That would be great!" Wu Qing said happily.

"Just don't just make cheongsams, make some dresses too. Evening dresses with some embroidery on them are also very beautiful."

"I have also made dresses, you just need to give me the pattern."

Xiangyun finished making a pomegranate flower buckle and handed it to Wu Qing for inspection:

"How is it? Can it be sold?"

"Very good, you are so skillful. Better than what Boss Pin does." Wu Qing nodded towards Pin'er jokingly. The two of them whispered a word or two and then laughed so hard that they fell over.

Pin'er looked down unaware, struggling seriously with the buttonhole in her hands.

Shui Rong went to guitar lessons today, and after class he rushed to pick up Pin'er to take home. After the elevator opened, he ran straight to the store entrance, entered the password and opened the glass door. The furniture had already been arranged, and it looked like the shop had been cleaned.

The bright reception room is a full circle. On the left is a semicircular black custom sofa, and on the coffee table is a flower arranged by Jianshan, which is simple and graceful.

In the semicircular space opposite, there is a set of small tables and four armchairs, all in a bean paste green color with gold edges.

I walked through the reception room in two or three steps. The largest room was used to display clothing. The shelves around it were basically empty. Four antique clothes were already placed in the display cabinet in the middle of the room, and the jewelry cabinet was filled with antique jewelry.

Shui Rong took a quick look and didn't stop. He walked further inside and gently pushed the door open. Several girls were sitting around the operating table doing something. The one with her back to him was Pin'er.

He tiptoed over, gently took off the earphone from her right ear, and put it in his own ear.

"What are you listening to?" Shui Rong heard it was an English story, which seemed to be about: The Gingerbread Man.

Pin'er was startled, and then said delicately:

"You clearly listened to my headphones, why are you asking me?" Then he continued to struggle with the buttons in his hand, and took another look at the blueprint. He didn't know where he had made a mistake, but it was just not right.

"Did you miss me?" Shui Rong asked softly, in a very low voice. But Pin'er still blushed.

"Just sit there for a while and don't bother me. I have to do a good job today."

Wu Qing had no choice but to walk over to look at the button in her hand, then pointed at the drawing and said:

"Just take it apart in four steps and then re-arrange it."

Pin'er did as she was told, and ten minutes later she finally finished a seemingly imperfect knot:

"I can't do it anymore. It may be because I haven't touched a needle and thread for a long time. This is my limit. No matter how good it is, I can't do it anymore. You can keep some of it as a sample."

"Boss Pin, excessive modesty equals pride. Yours is very good. I promise that I can match it with cheongsam and sell it within a month." Wu Qing promised.

Shui Rong came over quickly and said, "Let me see." It turned out to be a purple-colored button with the word "longevity" on it. Shui Rong turned it over and over and looked at it again and again.

"I think it's great. Otherwise, keep it for me. I'm going to order a cheongsam for my grandmother, and it will be perfect with this."

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for taking care of our business." Wu Qing reacted very quickly, as if she was afraid that if she answered slowly, Shui Rong would go back on his word.

Shui Rong then said to Pin'er, "The painted clothes that grandma mentioned last time, are they the ones on display outside?"

"Well, I left a few pieces undisplayed, thinking I'd change them after a while so I wouldn't get tired of them." Pin'er was tired, so she turned her neck and stood up to stretch herself.

"Then try it on for me tomorrow night after closing. I'll go back and finish drawing it so I can hand it in to my grandmother."

"Well, it's too late today. Let's go back!"

Seeing that it was about time, Pin'er called a few apprentices to take out the sample clothes that had been ironed and hung in front and hang them on the shelves.

We plan to have a trial operation tomorrow, which means we can open the door to the public first, and the official opening will be on October 1st.

Although the new store was only ready for less than a month, Wu Qing had samples of clothes that she had designed for several years, and each piece was exquisite. It was just that no one appreciated her before, and few of her friends wore cheongsam.

Now Wu Qing has found the right track. The orders from the Jia and Li families alone are enough for her to support her ideals, and Pin'er and Shui Rong can also make a profit.

After one last check everywhere, they locked the door and left.