Anthony glanced at the black cloth bag on the table and realized that it contained clothes. He secretly opened a corner and saw a golden dragon. "Oh! God! It's so beautiful."

Shen Junyan also leaned over to take a peek, "This is embroidered with gold thread. The embroidery is amazing. Without decades of experience, you can't embroider to this level."

Anthony turned to look at him, "Really? I've almost worn it." Seeing Huang Wanzhen still trying to persuade Misbella with a painful look on her face, Anthony smiled, straightened up, and patted Huang Wanzhen on the shoulder. Huang Wanzhen said, "I'll send it over right away. There's no time to delay." while turning to look at Anthony.

Anthony spread out his hands and motioned Huang Wanzhen to give him the phone. Huang Wanzhen immediately understood and did so.

"Oh! Bella! I've seen the dress, it's beautiful. Give Miss Huang a chance. After all, she also gave us an opportunity to promote foot transplant surgery. Consider it a favor I owe you."

Not knowing what was said on the other side, Anthony smiled and nodded at Huang Wanzhen, "Hurry up, kid, to Dongtangzi Hutong."

When Huang Wanzhen arrived, Misbella was already dressed up and ready to go. When the Filipino and Indian maids helped to unfold the fabric, Misbella's eyes suddenly lit up and her breath stopped for a moment. "Oh! This is simply a work of art. Seriously, Miss Huang, you should go to the Paris Fashion Guild Awards show."

As soon as these words came out, Huang Wanzhen knew that she had succeeded!

She busied herself helping Misbella change her clothes and put on a set of jade jewelry. Then she smiled and praised, "Hey! Misbella, you are simply the love of my heart."

Misbella looked at herself in the mirror, turned around beautifully, and stroked the glass beads on her skirt. She said, "Oh! This skirt is so beautiful, and so expensive. I can't take advantage of you for nothing. How much is this skirt? I'll buy it."

Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "I have done my best to make this. It is in my heart and cannot be measured by money. I am happy to see it on you."

"Hmm..." Huang Wanzhen stroked her chin and pondered, "Such a beautiful dress, it would be great if our countrymen could see it, and let them know that we Chinese can also design such beautiful dresses. Are you free someday? Can I have someone come to your house and take some pictures of it? I can publish them in the Pictorial or the International News so that everyone can appreciate it."

Misbella agreed without even thinking. "Well, Miss Huang is too narrow-minded. Art knows no national boundaries. This dress is superb in both its creative design and craftsmanship. I happen to know a shareholder of the International Newspaper. He's a friend of my cousin's. His name is Henry. Ask him if he's free tomorrow to come over and take a look. If he's willing, I can have him write a story for you. That way, you don't have to hire someone to take photos."

Huang Wanzhen was overjoyed, fearing that Miss Bella would go back on her word, and nodded quickly.

Huang Wanzhen completed an important task in her mind, and her tense nerves relaxed. Even though the weather was so cold that it could freeze, she almost fell asleep in the rickshaw on the way home. She tripped and almost fell off the rickshaw. Huang Wanzhen knocked her head twice in annoyance, forced herself to go home, and fell asleep.

Mrs. Huang Dong knew that she had been busy for several days without sleep, so she tiptoed in, saw that she was sleeping soundly, covered her with a quilt, and then tiptoed out again.

Huang Wanzhen slept until the sun was at its highest point. When she woke up, she was a little dazed. She took out her pocket watch and looked at it. She was surprised to find that it was almost twelve o'clock. Then she got up to wash and eat.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours, no one's going to snatch it from you." Mrs. Huang Dong helped Huang Wanzhen serve the soup while advising her distressedly, "Don't go out this afternoon, rest well, you've been tired and thin these past few days."

Huang Wanzhen shook her head. "I'll file my complaint until Friday. I've already had half a day off today, and when I get to school, I still have to go to Miss Green's office to be criticized. Oh! What a fate I have!"

"What kind of fate? A life of toil! It must be that you didn't choose the right name. Find a fortune teller someday to help you look at your horoscope and ask him to give you a nickname to calm your mind."

In the past, Huang Wanzhen would have definitely objected, but now with her income rising, she'd become more open-minded. She could let her do whatever she wanted for something harmless. It was only fifty copper coins for a small fortune teller and eighty copper coins for a gown. Her family could afford it!

After dinner, when they arrived at school, Huang Wanzhen first went to Miss Green's office to explain. Miss Green nagged her for a few more words before letting her leave.

When Huang Wanzhen walked into the classroom, she found someone pointing at her and talking about her. Huang Wanzhen pretended nothing happened, sat down in her seat, opened her schoolbag, took out paper and pen, and when she looked up, she met Song Wenyin's worried gaze.

"The orders I accepted were canceled by them again, and Jixiangtang's business has also been affected. You've been so busy these past few days that you haven't had time to sleep. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd get anxious and angry." Song Wenyin sighed. "I asked my brother about it, and he said that the Huaming Daily is run by the Liu family. Their family had people working in the Cabinet Printing and Minting Bureau in the previous dynasty, and they still have people working in the current government printing and minting bureau. In Beijing, most people working in the media will give the Liu family face."

Huang Wanzhen straightened her back and nodded slightly to show that she understood.

"I told my brother to look for someone he knows who can act as a go-between. We can then invite the Liu family to dinner and ask them where we've offended them and whether there's any room for maneuver."

Huang Wanzhen strongly agreed with Song Wenyin's approach. Regardless of whether it worked or not, just go for it. What if it worked?!

"Okay, you can do whatever you want. If you need me to intervene, I will definitely cooperate."

Song Wenyin sighed deeply, "These are truly troubled times. Everything is a mess. I never thought running a business would be so difficult."

Huang Wanzhen held Song Wenyin's hand and encouraged her, "It's okay, our backing isn't strong enough, but we have strong backing. At worst, we can just sacrifice the car to save the king."

The next day was the day of Shen Junyan's salon party. Huang Wanzhen still remembered to give gifts, so she went to "Huamei Clothing" to choose two wool sweaters with different patterns, carefully packed them in brown paper bags, and took a rickshaw to Shen Junyan's apartment.

This time, it wasn't Mother Qian who opened the door. Instead, it was a fashionable woman in her twenties with a rather classical appearance, thin willow-shaped eyebrows, narrow, long, almond-shaped eyes, thin lips, and a small, delicate nose. When she heard that Huang Wanzhen was looking for Shen Junyan, she tentatively asked, "Is this Miss Shen?"

Huang Wanzhen explained, "We are cousins, and my last name is not Shen."

"Cousins?" The smile on the woman's face suddenly disappeared. Her eyes rolled around and she said shrewdly, "Cousins ​​can be even closer than that."