Qing Dynasty Transmigration: After one transmigration, a top modern fashion designer unexpectedly becomes a poor little bride in the Yongzheng era of the Qing Dynasty? The family is penniless, cred...
-----Yunxiang Pavilion in the Capital----
For the past two weeks, Manager Chen and Accountant Zhang have been working diligently with their staff to renovate the new shop.
The sounds of hammers striking wooden boards and saws tearing wood echoed throughout the shop.
Manager Chen stood on the ladder, directing his employees to hang the newly made plaque. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe them away.
He squinted and carefully adjusted the position of the plaque until it was perfectly level before nodding in satisfaction.
Accountant Zhang squatted on the ground, carefully checking the delivered delivery slips.
He flipped through the pages rapidly, muttering to himself, and occasionally glancing up at the workers carrying materials.
After confirming everything was correct, he picked up a brush and drew a heavy circle on the list, then shouted, "This batch of mahogany cabinets is all ready! Quickly move them to the private room on the second floor!"
The workers responded immediately, working in pairs to carry the heavy wooden cabinet upstairs.
Their footsteps thudded on the brand-new stairs.
A young man accidentally got some wet paint on his hands and stomped his feet in frustration.
Seeing this, Accountant Zhang quickly handed over a damp cloth: "Wipe carefully, don't scratch the paint!"
In the backyard, several craftsmen were assembling shelves.
Amidst the flying wood shavings, the fresh scent of wood filled the air.
They deftly assembled the wooden strips into a frame and then carefully sanded the edges.
Shopkeeper Chen walked over, touched the shelf surface with his hand, and nodded in satisfaction: "The workmanship is good; it would be even better with a coat of clear varnish."
At the shop's main entrance, two employees were installing a carved screen.
They carefully inserted the screen into the groove and secured it with wooden wedges.
Sunlight filtered through the openwork patterns of the screen, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Accountant Zhang walked over, reached out to test the sturdiness of the screen, and instructed, "This was specially chosen by Miss, so make sure it's securely installed."
By noon, the shop had quieted down for a while.
Manager Chen and Accountant Zhang stood at the door, gazing at the newly renovated shop.
The aroma of paint mixed with the smell of sawdust wafted over them, and the two smiled at each other, both seeing anticipation in each other's eyes.
This shop in the capital city is finally taking shape.