At 2:30 p.m., Chen Xihua and Chen Chunhua went to the Lihua flagship store in the central district of Haikou.

On the second floor of the main store, there is also a small office set up separately.

At this time, there were several customers choosing clothes both downstairs and upstairs, but there were more downstairs.

Soon, Miao Huizhu arrived. She slowly walked up the stairs to the second floor and then came to the office door.

She was a little nervous and excited, having heard that Lihua's boss was a beautiful young woman.

But I really love the clothes that Lihua designed, so I really want to meet the owner in person.

Lihua's clothing, especially the newly released custom-made pieces, are all at the forefront of fashion, yet within people's acceptable range.

Unlike abstract paintings, some people simply can't appreciate them.

At the doorway, Chen Xihua, who hadn't yet entered the office, heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to look.

I had assumed that Miao Huizhu would be a very fashionable and trendy girl, after all, she was an artist who studied modern sketching and watercolor painting.

To Chen Xihua's surprise, Miao Huizhu was actually a classical lady who looked like she had stepped out of a painting of court ladies, with doe eyes, an oval face, and long, straight black hair that was half tied up.

Wearing a simple white, elegant, loose-fitting, long cotton-linen dress with a light green cloth belt around the waist, the skirt sways gently as she walks, creating a very graceful effect.

The first thing Chen Xihua remembered was some female internet celebrities she had seen in her previous life, dressed in ancient-style clothing and doing street photography.

She couldn't help but wonder if this Miao classmate was also a time traveler from ancient times to the present, or if she was going to be riddled with holes.

Miao Huizhu's style is somewhat out of place with the times, with her wearing brightly colored floral shirts and jeans, or leather jackets, suits, and formal wear.

"Hello, Miss Miao. I am Chen Xihua, you can call me Xiao Wu. This lady next to me is my older sister, Chen Chunhua."

"Hello, Boss Xiao Wu, hello, Miss Chen, I'm Miao Huizhu. Just call me Huizhu."

When speaking to Chen Xihua, she was very shy, speaking softly, nodding slightly, and placing her hands on her abdomen in a gesture of respect.

Miao Huizhu was thrilled; the young boss was so exquisite and beautiful.

"Okay, let's go in first." Chen Xihua was drawn in as well, and she nodded gently, her voice becoming much softer.

He stood upright with his chin slightly tucked in, paying more attention to etiquette than usual.

As the three of them gracefully entered the office, suddenly...

"Hahaha...."

However, Miao Huizhu finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. Her eyes crinkled, her voice was hearty, and she laughed so hard she bent over backward.

She stopped half a minute later. Seeing the expressions on the Chen sisters' faces, she felt a little embarrassed and hesitated to explain.

"Boss Wu, you were fooled by my appearance. I was a little rude just now. I was doing a graduation performance at school this morning, and this is an outfit I designed myself, which is why I'm dressed like this..."

Chen Xihua was truly shocked. Her eyes widened slightly, and her mouth opened slightly. She was genuinely on the verge of a breakdown.

Is Miao Huizhu still a goofball? But it's pretty much certain that she doesn't seem to have transmigrated from another world.

Chen Chunhua's face was also cracked, as if Miao Huizhu had two faces.

All three of them relaxed their expressions, and Chen Xihua, who had been maintaining a somewhat composed demeanor, immediately relaxed.

Miao Huizhu took the completed design from her schoolbag and handed it to Chen Xihua.

The drawings were all design drafts for Lihua's summer clothing. At the end, Chen Xihua also saw a landscape painting, but it wasn't a design draft; she probably just happened to see it without noticing.

"Sister Huizhu, did you paint this traditional Chinese painting too?" Chen Xihua asked with a hint of surprise as she picked up the painting.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I brought it along. It's not very well painted; I'm not skilled enough with a brush." ​​Miao Huizhu leaned over, wanting to take the traditional Chinese painting away.

She actually really likes traditional Chinese painting, feeling that it has a profound cultural foundation, but her major is watercolor and sketching.

"No, actually it's alright. The composition is quite interesting." Chen Xihua genuinely thought it was quite beautiful, only the use of ink was a bit lacking. Suddenly, a thought struck her. "You like traditional Chinese painting? Have you studied it with a teacher?"

"I like it... but I didn't have a traditional Chinese painting teacher, so I figured it out on my own," Miao Huizhu blurted out, then trailed off with a touch of modesty.

"Have you ever thought about finding a master of traditional Chinese painting to teach you?" Chen Xihua asked tentatively.

“Yes, I have, but I haven’t met the right one yet, and I’ve been busy with my studies. Actually, besides traditional Chinese painting, there are many other painting techniques that we have to learn in our major,” Miao Huizhu explained.

"Oh, I see. Then I'll keep looking. Maybe I'll run into you."

"Sister Huizhu, I really like your landscape painting. Could you leave it with me?" Chen Xihua wanted to help Old Man Qin find a student specializing in traditional Chinese painting.

She could sense that Old Man Qin still wanted to pass on the tradition of traditional Chinese painting, but she and her brother Xiao Liu lacked a certain understanding or patience regarding it.

Moreover, Sister Huizhu has this talent and this personality, so Old Man Qin should like her quite a bit. He won't be bored anymore.

The main thing is that if Old Man Qin takes on another student, he won't just be focusing on me alone.

“Of course,” Miao Huizhu readily agreed.

Over the next two hours, Chen Xihua and Miao Huizhu discussed and finalized the design styles and designs for Lihua Clothing for the second half of the year.

Chen Xihua's understanding of Miao Huizhu goes a step further; she has a keen sense of color and a strong sense of fashion.

Miao Huizhu was also shocked. Wasn't Boss Xiao Wu only in his second year of high school?

Her knowledge is truly extensive, not only in design but also in color, literature, and more. At one point, she felt as if she were having a conversation with her parents, who had studied abroad, as they could connect on any topic.

It was almost 5 p.m. when Chen Xihua and her two sisters walked out of the Lihua store. Miao Huizhu went straight back to school, while Chen Xihua and her sister headed to the train station.

...

That same afternoon, in the lobby of the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

As soon as Zhang Hai sat down, he saw two young men in casual clothes but with athletic builds walk in through the door.

The one leading the group was a handsome man nearly 1.9 meters tall, who exuded a sense of intimidation. The other man was relatively ordinary-looking, but still had regular features and a square face.

He straightened up immediately, and as the two approached the window, Zhang Hai could see even more clearly.

The person walking in front looks quite young, around twenty-something. He has strong, clean facial features, with sharp, defined eyebrows, a prominent brow ridge, and deep-set eyes; his gaze is likely very sharp.

But it seems like he deliberately restrained himself, giving people a gentle, refined, humble and polite feeling.

"Gentlemen, how can I help you?" Zhang Hai asked immediately, putting on a serious face.

"Hello, please help me buy these two stocks, 50 million each." The person next to him, presumably a subordinate, took out documents from his briefcase and handed them to Zhang Hai.

"Okay, just a moment."

After completing the formalities in half an hour, Zhang Hai was surprised to see the two walking out of the hall. What a coincidence!