In the long, narrow shop, one side was piled high with dirty clothes, and the other side had a laundry sink and an ironing table.

It emits a nauseating odor.

A thin, small woman was washing dirty clothes by hand, while a man, drenched in sweat, held a kettle and ironed a white shirt.

They were so focused on their work that they didn't hear their son's cries.

Shen Qing held her breath and walked to the counter: "Hello, boss."

Perhaps it was this respectful and sincere shout that made the man turn around.

Here, the British will only call them "chink," not "boss."

Upon seeing Shen Qing, who shared the same skin and hair color as him, the man immediately put down the kettle, wiped his hands on his apron, and walked over.

“Madam, hello,” he said, accustomed to humility, “how can I help you?”

Shen Qing smiled and said, "I didn't come here to do laundry. I'm staying at the hotel across the street. I saw your child playing on the street, so I brought him back."

The man immediately thanked him and invited Shen Qing to sit inside the shop.

Shen Qing really didn't want to go back and face Cheng Zhiwen too soon, so he went into the shop.

The man was making tea beside her. She looked at the mountain of dirty clothes and asked, "Running a laundry shop must be very hard work."

The man smiled shyly: "It's tough, but there's no other way."

He placed the teacup on the patina-covered counter and sat down opposite Shen Qing.

Looking at the dirty clothes in the shop, he sighed, "I have to work almost twenty hours a day. No matter how dirty the clothes are, I have to wash them clean, iron them, and pack them up as soon as possible, and then hand them over to the customers the next day. Nobody wants to do this kind of work, but Chinese people have no choice but to do it to make a living."

Shen Qing didn't know how to comfort him, so she just drank her tea without saying a word.

In this era, having yellow skin and black hair seems to be a natural limitation in Western countries.

Chinese immigrants overseas cannot find clean and easy jobs and are forced to do the hardest and dirtiest work.

For her, having a Chinese face and wanting to do business with the British was already extremely difficult.

On the ship, Clark was willing to do business with her, partly because he knew she was a first-class passenger, and partly because he was attracted to her beauty.

She managed to get the sales opportunity through some kind of opportunistic trickery, but ultimately failed.

Stepping onto London soil, she lost her status symbol of first class and, with a face marked by discrimination, what capital did she have to convince British merchants to accept her goods?

It seemed difficult just thinking about it, but Shen Qing wouldn't give up. She would try out for every clothing brand she had booked.

As darkness fell and the wind howled outside, Shen Qing got up to leave.

Seeing the little boy shivering from the cold in his thin cotton coat, she kindly reminded him, "The temperature difference between day and night is large here, you should dress the child more warmly, otherwise he will easily get sick."

The man nodded awkwardly, his face flushed red.

Shen Qing took another look at the store's interior.

Aside from the pile of dirty clothes, there were no other children's clothes.

This family probably doesn't have the money to buy warm clothes for their child, rather than not knowing how to provide them with more clothing.

Shen Qing felt a little powerless.

She returned to the restaurant across the street.

Upon entering the gate, the stench of sweat and body odor in my nostrils completely disappeared, replaced by a fresh fragrance.

This is a pleasant fragrance emanating from the hotel's aromatherapy equipment.

Opposite the bright and clean hotel lobby is a dark, dirty, and damp alley.

A street separates two worlds.

Shen Qing returned to her room, but Cheng Zhiwen was not there.

She was so tired that she collapsed onto the sofa.

Recalling everything that happened on this sofa last night, her heart suddenly raced, and a strange sense of anticipation welled up from the bottom of her heart, like a feather gently scratching at her heart...

The next day, Shen Qing didn't come out of the room until noon again.

Seeing that the pillows and blankets on the sofa hadn't been moved at all, she knew that Cheng Zhiwen hadn't come back last night.

I'm a little worried.

The person who wanted to assassinate Cheng Zhiwen may have also disembarked and ambushed nearby.

Why would he go out in this situation? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the restaurant?

Shen Qing was both worried and puzzled. On her way to meet the clothing merchant, she asked Jiang Shen, "Mr. Cheng didn't come home last night. Where did he go? Is he safe?"

Jiang Shen said, "Mr. Cheng went to see Miss Zhu with his entourage, so he should be safe."

Miss Zhu?

Shen Qing paused for a moment, then after a few seconds of thought, he remembered the girl standing at the entrance of the Shanghai Foreign Firm, arm in arm with Cheng Zhiwen.

She was Cheng Zhiwen's classmate when she studied abroad, and later moved to England.

So Cheng Zhiwen came to England to see this Miss Zhu?

Even knowing that someone was lying in wait to assassinate him, he still risked his life to see Miss Zhu.

It's true love.

If you care so much about Miss Zhu, why did you kiss her and try to have something happen with her the night before last?

Ha, men!

Shen Qing smiled sarcastically and continued walking forward.

We arrived at the second clothing company we had booked.

This time, it was a lady who met with Shen Qing.

She acknowledged the warmth and affordability of the down vest and did not threaten Shen Qing into disclosing the ingredients first, but ultimately failed to secure the order.

Because the garments were to be sold in the UK, a quality inspection certificate was required, which Shen Qing could not provide.

She assured, “My garments are made of natural mulberry silk from China for the outermost layer, and the inner lining is extracted from plants. It is not only non-toxic but also beneficial to the human body. The filling is also sterilized twice.”

The other party apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

Shen Qing returned home disappointed.

The next morning, I took several samples to a local testing center in London to inquire about the conditions for issuing a quality inspection report.

They were told that the ingredients needed to be disclosed first, and then the garments would be disassembled to test whether the ingredients were accurate and safe.

This is the most difficult hurdle for Shen Qing to overcome.

Once the ingredients are revealed, counterfeit products will quickly follow. With the advanced textile industry in Europe, she simply cannot compete.

Once the ingredients are revealed, it means this down jacket business is doomed to fail again.

Like rayon, it was a flash in the pan, and after that, a large number of substitutes entered the market, and it was gradually forgotten.

Shen Qing returned to the hotel dejectedly.

While sorting through the samples, they discovered that there were only nine pieces, one was missing, so they quickly took Jiang Shen to the testing center to look for it.

I couldn't find it.

Shen Qing panicked. If the sample was left at the testing center and picked up by a colleague, they could cut it open and find out it was filled with duck down. The truth about the superior warmth of duck down would then become known throughout the industry…

After the storm came another storm. After losing a sample, Shen Qing's subsequent meetings with several other clothing companies also went quite poorly.

Either you want only her ingredients, or you need the test report.

The local clothing companies in London were almost out of luck, and just when Shen Qing was at her wit's end, Cheng Zhiwen returned.