Juliet Tower

The temperature in the studio is constant at 25°C throughout the year. Qiao Yumian took the packaging bag handed over by Su Ruike, got into the shower room, and took a hot shower.

The clothes prepared for him have always been minimalist, and most of them are refreshing solid-color basic models, which fully meet all of Qiao Yumian's requirements for daily clothing, so he occasionally keeps them for his own use, saving him the trouble of choosing clothes on weekdays.

At the beginning, the girl firmly rejected the stylist's request, and reached out to tear off the inexplicable metal ornaments: "Don't bring him these messy ornaments, tacky. Don't put on makeup, just plain makeup, just blow-dry your hair casually. His plain makeup is enough. It looks good, and it’s not like people playing with flowers and plants on the big screen, the cleaner the better, the better.”

Facts have proved that Su Ruike can indeed be a great leader, and the response of the series of Vlogs is not so good.

Therefore, as a qualified tool person, Qiao Yumian never raised any objections, and let them toss and wear what they gave.

Today is a salmon pink T-shirt paired with cinnamon-colored trousers of the same color, bringing a warm and soft winter atmosphere.

The two little girls who worked overtime on Saturday put down their mice and mobile phones one after another, and sat in a corner to watch the live broadcast. After a less intense discussion, Qiao Yumian heard their conclusion: He looks like my limited-edition blush palette today.

"No way, Qiao Yumian... Isn't this color very picky..." The photographer raised his head from behind the set up SLR camera, "Did you go to fake Africa for half a month? Why didn't you get tanned at all?"

Qiao Yumian couldn't get tanned naturally. He took off the apron from the wall, put it around his neck with a soft leather sling, and tied the strap on his back with his backhand. He turned around and looked at his colleague who was holding a Gopro to take close-up shots of him. , covered the lens with his hand: "Started?"

"No, the live broadcast is scheduled for five o'clock, and there is still an hour left. I'll take some shots first and then cut the material for the Vlog. Don't worry about me if you're busy." The girl pushed his hand away, "Don't block it."

What's so good about wearing an apron... He lowered his hands and sorted out the materials that were placed in the bucket.

Each barrel is pasted with a logo round sign, a rose with white patterns on a black background, and two handwritten Chinese characters in the middle: Confession.

"Confession" is a high-end flower art studio under their company, which was established less than two years ago.

At the beginning of its establishment, Qiao Yumian was dragged over by the planning department and asked him to record a Vlog of hand-made bouquets every week.

"Why don't you find a professional florist?" He asked Su Ruike.

Although the other party is much higher level than him, the two have known each other for a long time, and they have always been straightforward, and they don't need to beat around the bush with workplace communication skills.

"Professional florists are not enough to build a brand image." The newly appointed person in charge held up the makeup mirror and finished a round of lipstick in an instant, pursed his lips and smiled at him, "It means that they are not handsome enough to attract people to see. In this era, everything needs traffic, and it’s no longer enough to be dull and reckless. With so many suppliers, we must first find a way to let others see us.”

"...then find an internet celebrity or celebrity to start a live broadcast, so they can bring traffic..." Qiao Yumian didn't want to leave the country, he was just an ordinary employee of the supply chain management department.

"It's just testing the waters. Do you know how much it costs to invite celebrities? And we are rose suppliers, and the sales targets are not fans, but hundreds of thousands of flower shops and companies in the flower-related industry in China. What's more, how can those celebrities have Learn to make a bouquet..." Su Ruike folded her arms and raised her chin, "You have so many problems with the company's arrangements, just cooperate."

It's not difficult for him to make bouquets. He just recalled the dark history of a set of wedding photos taken for a photo studio in order to make money in his sophomore year, and he still wants to destroy them.

But it didn't take long for the official Weibo account of "Confession" to rely on his two Vlogs to grow hundreds of thousands of followers.The previous hundreds of popular science profiles of imported roses had not received a fraction of the clicks of his video.The company's senior executives decided to broadcast him a live broadcast every week, using the varieties that the company wanted to promote to make handmade bouquets.Qiao Yumian has lived up to expectations, and the number of flower shops and e-commerce companies that have established cooperation with them has increased visibly.

He used a generous bonus to change his mother to a room with a better orientation. When feeding her, he joked: "Mom, what you said before was wrong. Boys are good-looking and can be eaten."

It's a pity that the other party could no longer argue, and just looked at him dully.

"Damn, it's snowing again." The photographer complained and quickly turned the camera to the gray sky outside the window.

"You are really more accurate than the weather forecast." Su Ruike chatted with Qiao Yumian while taking pictures of Qiao Yumian picking flowers.

"Hmm." He ticked the little finger of his left hand unconsciously, and picked out from a row of buckets with logos on it the main flower material that was transported back from Kenya with him earlier today. A tender traditional cup rose.

"Cappuccino?"

"Yeah." Qiao Yumian nodded. This is one of the varieties with the largest planting area in their flower farm. In recent years, it has become popular with the explosion of Morandi color. "It's cold, pack a bunch of warm colors."

He glanced at the direction of the backyard. In winter, the chrysanthemum bears small white spherical fruits, which fall among the green leaves like snow that will not melt.He put on his clothes and pushed the door out, using garden scissors, snapped a few snaps to cut a few strips of paper.

"Are you about to start?" Su Ruike looked at the time, raised her head and asked him, "How are you getting ready?"

Qiao Yumian nodded, and the idlers left the screen.

Adhering to his usual style, he ignored the camera lens, and like an ordinary florist, he spread out the flowers on the table one by one, concentrated on removing the excess branches and leaves and rose thorns, and picked off all the leaves of the chrysanthemum Only the white fruit on brown twigs remains.

The main flower is 9 cappuccino roses. The flower heads grown in the fertile volcanic soil in Kenya are full enough, and each half-bloomed flower is as big as a girl's palm.He took off the outer thick protective petals, and manually unfolded the outermost petals for the rose that just woke up.

The leaves are imported autumn eucalyptus. After bleaching and dyeing, the naturally generated heart-shaped leaves turn light orange-red or brown-yellow, and are interspersed into the well-proportioned main flowers together with the chrysanthemum fruit. , to fill the vacancies, increase levels and lines.

Finally add two Austin garden roses in the corner.

"Joe, a fan asked what kind of flower this white one is." The colleague staring at the screen asked in a low voice.

Qiao Yumian seldom spoke during the live broadcast, basically only answering questions, cherishing words like gold.

He paused, stroked the creamy white flowers gently, and stretched out his hand towards the camera: "Pure. A type of Austin cut rose. It's only half-opened now, and it will open even bigger if you put it in a bottle and drink enough water."

A closer look reveals a creamy white center dotted with a hint of apricot.

A layer of creamy cocoa-colored vellum paper, followed by a layer of dusty pink matte paper, wraps the bouquet in layers and is tied with a coffee-coloured threaded ribbon.

The moderately sized bouquet is retro and chic, holding it in front of the chest is like a cup of warm milk tea in winter, and the two "pure" flowers floating in the corner are like soft and mellow milk caps.

The background is the back garden with snow falling outside the floor-to-ceiling glass. Beside the florist are large and small potted plants and cut flowers. It takes three to 10 minutes for a medium-sized bouquet from pruning to shaping, like a spiritual journey. At the end Howls are everywhere in the live broadcast room.

"We will still pick a lucky fan to give away this bouquet of flowers." Su Ruike reassured everyone as usual, "You can also ask the little brother florist to write you a card."

"I'm going back first..." After writing the card, Qiao Yumian looked at the time, and she hadn't had a proper sleep for more than 20 hours.

"I'll see you off, Brother Qiao. After you're done, you have to send flowers to the lucky audience." Xiao Mao found out a fashion magazine from nowhere, and nestled in the corner of the hall to look through it.He unfolded a page of advertisement and sent it in front of Qiao Yumian, "Look, there is also an advertisement for that watch here. I just checked it, and it cost more than 17 yuan! It's a robbery. Also, I just saw this Ann... Jiayu In an exclusive interview with you, he is an alumnus of you! He said that the violin in the ad is an old violin from 300 years old, worth tens of millions! The violin from more than [-] years ago..." The boy pointed at the face of the spokesperson in the advertising industry, Qiao Yumian saw a line of small characters beside the portrait:

Young violinist An Jiayu

"Can he be called home at such a young age?" Xiao Mao was a little surprised.

Su Ruike came over and took a look: "Yes, it's rare. He's not just a violinist."

At only 25 years old, he is the only Chinese performer who has won the grand slams of the four major international violin competitions including Queen Elizabeth, Tchaikovsky, Paganini and Sibelius.

It looks like the ad was filmed before the album was released in late autumn last year. At that time, An Jiayu hadn't cut her hair yet, and her slightly curly side ponytail hung below her collarbone.Qiao Yumian glanced at his smooth side neck, the photo had been photo-edited, there should have been a light red piano kiss there.

Xiao Mao closed the thick magazine with a snap, "Will anyone buy a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars..."

"Yes. A watch worth more than [-] yuan is not expensive. There are hundreds of thousands or even millions." Qiao Yumian took off her apron, put on a sweater and an extended down jacket, and calmly took the magazine in the opponent's hand, curling it up and holding it.

"I didn't know until I arrived in your big city that the gap between people is so outrageous." The young boy was a little frustrated.

"Xiao Mao, have you heard of the theory of six degrees of separation?" Su Ruike stared playfully at the billboard not far from the window, "It is the relationship between any two strangers in this world, at most five people apart. Thinking about it this way, you are not far behind those people."

"You mean me and this An...Jiayu?" The boy raised his eyebrows, "Five people? How is that possible."

"Maybe we don't need five people. Don't you think so, Brother Qiao?" The girl laughed.

"That's right, it says that he is a graduate of Experimental High School! My Brother Qiao and he are alumni! It's true! It makes sense!" Xiaomao's eyes lit up, excited about the new discovery, "Brother Qiao , is he your senior? Seems to be a year older than you?"

"Nine months."

"what?"

"It's only nine months old." Qiao Yumian sighed, and pushed the boy's shoulders towards the parking lot, "I'm really sleepy."

The author says:

Yes, our little Joe is a boy who plays with flowers and plants.

Don't worry, see you in the next chapter