Cao Shigan stretched out a slender jade-like hand and tapped Song Wenyin on the head. Then, his eyes turned to Huang Wanzhen on Song Wenyin's left, "What's your name, Miss?"

Huang Wanzhen stretched out her hand. "My last name is Huang Wanzhen, and Wen Yin and I were high school classmates."

Huang Wanzhen didn't need to prove that she was a student of Beiman Girls' Middle School. As soon as she spoke in Beijing dialect, Cao Shigan knew that he had misunderstood. The best sister of his cousin in front of him was obviously from Beijing.

"Cousin! Why did you hit me on the head? I just did my hair this morning. If you mess it up, you have to pay me two dollars!"

Cao Shigan laughed and raised his hand, rubbing Song Wenyin's head vigorously twice until she jumped up and down, then he let her go. "Okay, cousin, I'm wrong. I'll take you to the warehouse to pick out fabrics and give you a 20% discount, okay?"

Song Wenyin pouted, "No, 30% off!"

Cao Shi laughed dryly, "Okay, you have the final say."

What Cao Shigan miscalculated again was that Huang Wanzhen picked out a whole cart of materials in one go, all of which were expensive. Cao Shigan poked Song Wenyin in the waist and, while Huang Wanzhen wasn't paying attention, asked quietly, "You're not big, but you run a big business. What's your background?"

Song Wenyin glared at Cao Shigan fiercely, gritting her teeth and saying, "Don't you dare set your sights on my sisters." This cousin was only in his early twenties, and he already had a wife and a concubine. Although it was a new society now, and concubines had been replaced by concubines, it was still the same old thing! Oh! She was wrong. There was a difference, and that was that concubines had a higher status than concubines, and they didn't take the mistress seriously!

"What are you thinking? I'm just asking about your background. You're from Beijing, so your family isn't in the government, right?"

Song Wenyin immediately put away her fierce look, her eyes rolled around, and she said, "That's right, how can I befriend a sister from an ordinary family?! She must be an official."

Cao Shigan smiled and said, "My cousin is not an ordinary person. The friends she makes must be extraordinary."

"Well, from now on, my sister will buy from you. Please give me more discounts!"

Cao Shigan nodded immediately, "Don't worry, I will make sure everything is done. Even if I'm not around, I will still give you sisters a discount."

Song Wenyin raised her chin slightly and said "hmm", but her expression was extremely proud.

Although it is a bit hotter to decorate in the summer, it is true that the floor and walls dry out easily. After Huang Wanzhen finished dealing with the fabrics, she arranged for Song Wenyin to draw the design drawings and make the patterns. Although the shop has not opened yet, Song Wenyin drives to No. 37 Ruijin Road to report to work every day.

Huang Wanzhen went to the second-hand market and bought container tables and chairs. In order to make them look new, she asked an old carpenter to paint them with tung oil.

Another thing is to decorate the walls. Huang Wanzhen was more stingy this time. She directly bought a drawing board and paints, painted a few oil paintings herself, and hung them up. At first, Song Wenyin complained that she had poor aesthetic taste, but after she decorated it, she seemed to have special taste.

"Oh my! It's really nice, but it doesn't match this room full of second-hand wooden furniture. It would look more upscale with a cowhide sofa. How did you put it?" Song Wenyin clapped her hands, "Yes! Very classy!"

Huang Wanzhen nodded. "Well, I also want to buy a set of sofas and a glass coffee table for the western-style building I rented. Let's ask a foreign sofa shop tomorrow."

"Oh! Some people would rather go far away than find what is already there. They would go out of their way to look for it like flies." Song Wenyin raised her slender white fingers and kept looking at the manicure on them.

Huang Wanzhen smiled and held her hand. "Don't look at it anymore. I'll make you a new one. I'll leave the sofa to Miss Song!"

"Humph!" Song Wenyin proudly shook off Huang Wanzhen's hand and lifted her bangs. "Have you forgotten what I told you about He Chaoli?"

Huang Wanzhen thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "The one from Gonghe Foreign Trade Company?"

Song Wenyin nodded. "That's him. He studied architecture at the University of Pennsylvania and currently works as an architectural designer at Gonghe Yangxing. Gonghe Yangxing mainly deals in architecture-related businesses, but also sells sofas. Tomorrow I'll take you to the Bund to find him and ask him to help us make the contact. Maybe we can even get an internal price."

A few rays of morning sunlight slanted through the tall treetops and shone on the hair and shoulders of the man waiting by the roadside. His handsome eyebrows, high nose bridge, and deep eyes looked straight at her. Huang Wanzhen finally understood why Song Wenyin said that He Chaoli was a man she liked after only meeting him twice. It turned out that Song Wenyin was a face control!

He Chaoli invited the two of them into the cafe next to Gonghe Foreign Trade. The waiter brought coffee, and He Chaoli took it attentively and handed it to Song Wenyin. Huang Wanzhen had seen this kind of scene many times, so she took the coffee and listened to He Chaoli say, "After you called me yesterday, I contacted a furniture salesman. He said that if you buy in my name, you can get a 15% discount, and there will be two free home maintenance visits later."

Song Wenyin took a sip of coffee, smiled reservedly, put down the coffee cup, and said, "Excuse me, Mr. He. If it's convenient, let's go pick out a sofa first. After all, you still have work to do, and it wouldn't be good to delay you for too long."

"It's okay, it's okay. My last project just finished a few days ago, so I'm not busy recently." As He Chaoli said this, he waved to the clerk to pay the bill.

Huang Wanzhen took the lead and took out two dollars and handed them over. "I've already troubled Mr. He enough. How can I have the nerve to ask you to pay the bill?"

He Chaoli smiled and said, "Ms. Huang, you're welcome. Since you are Ms. Song's friend, you are also my friend. I should pay the bill."

Song Wenyin stood up with her handbag and said, "Let's go, it's getting late."

There are relatively few colors of sofas now, only black, white and turmeric. The salesperson said that if you want other colors, you can customize them. Huang Wanzhen didn't want to go through the trouble again, so she directly chose two sets of turmeric. They are not only dirt-resistant but also not dull, and they are acceptable.

After paying and leaving the delivery address, Huang Wanzhen was about to leave when she heard He Chaoli say, "It's almost lunchtime. There's a good Western restaurant next door. Let's go try it together."

Huang Wanzhen deliberately took out her pocket watch and looked at it. "Sorry, I have an appointment with someone at noon. You guys go eat."

He Chaoli's original intention was to invite Song Wenyin to dinner. After hearing what Huang Wanzhen said, he naturally set his sights on Song Wenyin. "Miss Song, let's go together. Don't you like shrimp? The cheese baked shrimp there tastes very good."

Song Wenyin nodded reservedly and said to Huang Wanzhen, "Have the driver take you to the date and come back to pick me up."

Huang Wanzhen waved her hand and said, "I understand. Go eat and leave me alone."

Huang Wanzhen didn't really have an appointment; it was just an excuse to not be a third wheel. She asked the Cao family's driver to take her back to 37 Ruijin Road. As soon as she entered the door, she heard Mrs. Huang muttering, "Hey! I've been here for so long, and there's still no news from her second uncle's family. My heart is pounding with anxiety all day long."