Chapter 69
"Yes, it won't have any impact on our family." Although Pei Ze said this, his expression seemed thoughtful.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Wife, wait until I'm more stable. Let Erwa bring some salesmen out to do business all over the country. I'll contact them and see if there are any reliable logistics companies. When the business grows, you never know when you might offend someone. This time, it really gave me a wake-up call."
"Well, what you mean is to cast a wide net, and make money here and there."
"Yes, Liang Nuo's family has no power anymore and can't touch me. Besides, she wouldn't dare to make up rumors about me on TV. After all, our factory is involved in key support projects and is a key enterprise for attracting investment. If her family really dares to have any bad intentions, I dare to confront them to the end. By then, I'm afraid Liang Nuo's decent job and the reputation of their Liang family will be over."
"Well, the Liang family doesn't care, but a big tree attracts the wind, so it's better to keep a low profile."
"Haha, my wife is really smart. If possible, I would like to open a branch in another place. I can't put all my eggs in one basket."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Wife, aren't you jealous?"
"What's there to be jealous about? Didn't you just ignore her?"
"Someone is thinking about your man, and you don't even react at all."
"Didn't you say there wasn't even a female mosquito?"
"What should I do if that female mosquito is circling around me?"
"If you really get bitten, well, let me think about it. Now that my family is rich, I can get a lot of money in a divorce, so it's not a loss."
"If you dare to talk about divorce again, I will block your mouth." Pei Ze took action and blocked his wife's mouth with his own.
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In mid-October, Zhong Ming's clothing factory finally had a TV commercial. This commercial was much more detailed than Pei Ze's, mainly because the product was different. These days, no one knows what a down jacket is, so if you want people to understand it through advertising, you have to explain it clearly.
The advertisement begins with fine white fluff, showing and introducing what down is. After that, it shows the waterproof fabric, warmth retention, and light weight. Finally, there is a picture of a tall and beautiful female model wearing a down jacket and saying the advertising slogan.
Down jackets quickly entered the market, and clothing dealers from various cities in the north called to inquire, and many wanted to visit the factory on-site. A down jacket contains a lot of business opportunities.
Winter in the north is tough. Even though it is not so cold in coastal cities, the temperature can still reach minus 10 to 20 degrees Celsius. It is even colder further north, where minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius is common, and in some areas it can even reach minus 40 degrees Celsius.
Cotton-padded clothes are made of cotton layer by layer. If you want to keep warm, they have to be thicker. The weight is so heavy that it is tiring to wear.
Cashmere and wool coats are expensive and are luxury goods that would be too much for a wallet that costs hundreds or thousands of dollars.
At this time, a lightweight, warm and novel down jacket suddenly appeared, and it was priced neither too high nor too low. Although it was not cheap, it was not too luxurious either. It was bound to have a market.
Zhong Miao's creation also came to an end at this time. She will be participating in the art exhibition at the end of the month. More than three months, four paintings, and she also has to attend classes to study. Although she is tired, she is also enjoying it.
If Li Hongmei is looking for self-worth in her work, then Zhong Miao is embodying her self-worth in her creation.
The Academy of Fine Arts is Zhong Miao’s comfort zone and the fertile soil for her growth. In this environment, she feels at home and free.
"Zhong Miao, tell me, should I try to break through myself? I think XX's style is pretty good, but I just can't find the key."
In the morning, their second grade of engineering was taking a professional course and was drawing when the classmate next to Zhong Miao suddenly said this.
"Now we are in the basics class. I don't know your oil painting style yet, but I can tell from your sketches. Can you tell me about your specialty?"
This classmate talked about his ideas for painting and his preference for colors. Zhong Miao listened and thought, "That's good. He has some ideas."
"So what do you like about that master?"
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"Let me put it this way. Painting sometimes requires innovation through transformation. It takes courage to make changes, but change isn't easy. Try to maintain your mindset. Other people's work is good, but what you discover on your own is the most valuable. I'm just offering a suggestion: learn from others and make it your own best, but try not to abandon your own style in the process."
Zhong Miao believes that this feeling is just like when she was watching self-media in her previous life. There was a period of time when they told you to break out of your comfort zone. She particularly dislikes such remarks.
People are already living a good life with an income of 18,000 yuan a month, but you force them to suffer and make them lose the simplest happiness. Isn't this pure deception?
The same is true for painting. The original and one's own things are the most precious. Imitating masters is only to enrich knowledge and experience, which is a kind of learning and aesthetic improvement. The truly good works still depend on oneself.
"Well, I'll think about it. I'll treat you to a soda at noon."
The two chatted for more than half an hour, wasting Zhong Miao's time. The classmate felt a little embarrassed. They had known each other for more than two months, and it was no secret that Zhong Miao loved drinking soda.
"Okay." Zhong Miao was not polite.
After lunch, Zhong Miao drove around for a stroll. This was the moment when her mind was most relaxed. She liked the state of people in this era, who were always energetic and smiling. However, when they encountered sad things, they would have a big quarrel and cry.
Zhong Miao admires these emotional people very much. They can cry on the street without hiding their emotions or deliberately keeping social distance from people around them.
When nothing is going on, everyone might not know each other, but once something happens, everyone can quickly get to know each other even if they don’t know each other.
Often when something like this happens, people passing by will stop and inquire about the sad person's story, being cautious in their words and trying to comfort them. They may even come together to judge the situation and seek justice. They are a group of people who don't know each other, but they will still help when they see injustice.
Zhong Miao sat in the car, looking at the group of people going away, her eyes and brows gentle, her next creative inspiration had come.
She rolled up the car window; the weather was really getting colder.
Zhong Miao felt uncomfortable when he thought about the coming winter. It would be really cold. Even in the coastal city of Qingzhou, the temperature difference between the coldest and hottest time of the year could be more than 50 degrees.
Most of the current heating mechanisms are self-burning stoves. Only a few buildings, based on communities or regions, have dedicated boiler rooms. Once the boiler is burning, the heating in several buildings will be hot.
She doesn't like winter, but she is looking forward to its arrival. By then, her father's down jacket will surely sell well.
After finishing the afternoon class, Zhong Miao went straight home, said hello to her mother-in-law, and went to pick up An An.
When An An saw that it was his mother who came to pick him up, he immediately became excited.
Since he got on the car, his little mouth has never stopped talking, talking about how much he missed his mother and what happened at school, like a little loudspeaker.
Zhong Miao would occasionally respond, but otherwise he was happy to just be a listener.
She explored the child's inner world through An An's language. It turned out that it was usually her mother-in-law who picked up the child. She and Pei Ze always came home late. Occasionally, she came early and came to pick up the child in person. For An An, it was as happy as New Year's Day.
"Come on, Mom will take you to buy some food." Zhong Miao was already very familiar with the role of mother. When she heard the word "mother", she no longer thought of her own miserable childhood, but of An An's innocent and lovely little face, and her mother-in-law's loving and gentle eyes.
Unknowingly, they healed her.
"Yeah, I want some beef pie too."
"Haha, okay." She and An An could never get enough of this beef pie.
"Mom, don't let grandma and dad know. Grandma said that stuff is too oily and she only buys it for me once every few days."
"Okay, let's eat secretly."
Ten minutes later, Zhong Miao and An An each held a beef pie in their hands. The mother and son opened half of the paper packaging, held it in their hands, and ate it bite by bite.
If someone sees this scene, they will find that the mother and son's actions of unpacking are surprisingly consistent.
After finishing the meal, Zhong Miao wiped An An's mouth and opened the car window to let the smell out. Afraid that the strong wind would blow An An away, she drove home at a snail's pace.
No one expected that Pei Ze would come back.
"Why are you back?"
"Come back whenever you want. Aren't you busy today?"
Pei Ze also wanted to pick up An An, but when he got home, Zhong Miao had already left, so he just waited at home.
"Well, I'm done with the painting. I can take a break."
"Dad." He was very happy when his mother picked him up. His father was also at home. An An was doubly happy and opened his two little hands for a hug.
As Pei Ze picked up An An, he smelled the aroma of oil, "An An, did you eat the beef pie?"
An An didn't dare to say a word. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes, pretending to be a quail.
"Haha, you also stole food?" Pei Ze looked at Zhong Miao.
Zhong Miao followed An An's lead and covered her mouth, her eyes darting back and forth between her mother-in-law and Pei Ze.
"Haha, you two are really something. You can't even hide your cheating."
The little actions of her daughter-in-law and grandson made Zhang Weilan laugh so hard that she couldn't stop smiling.
"Okay, if you two can't finish your dinner, you'll be punished." Pei Ze raised his sharp eyebrows, and his whole body exuded a nonsensical temperament.
"An An, let's work harder and eat more for dinner, but don't overeat. Do what you can."
The little guy covered his mouth and nodded vigorously.
In the evening, Pei Ze threw his changed clothes and pants into the washing machine. Zhong Miao saw him take out a handful of business cards from his trouser pocket and looked through them curiously.
"Pfft, hehe." Zhong Miao couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at? What's so funny about business cards?"
The names printed on that bunch of business cards were General Manager XX, Mr. Liu from XXX Company, and Mr. X from XXX Store.
"Just imagine, if a plaque falls, nine out of ten people it hits will be generals. If a flower pot falls from the building, every person it hits will definitely be a general."
"Haha, how many are there?"
"In a few years, when the economy improves, there will be this and that everywhere. Do you believe it?"
"Xin, let's go inside and watch TV." Pei Ze admired her train of thought.
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In Qingmei's exhibition hall, the works exhibited from all over the country were carefully placed. With the help of her classmates and Li Qiumo, Zhong Miao sent over several of the exhibited works.
In the huge exhibition hall, there are works of various styles, placed one by one against the wall according to category, but they have not been hung on the wall yet.
Zhong Miao looked at the pictures one by one and appreciated them in advance. The predecessors were indeed very strong. Even the few less outstanding works had good meanings. There were also some other works that were particularly in line with the themes of this era.
After looking at the paintings, Li Qiumo suggested going to a bookstore not far away. Zhong Miao told Li Qiumo that she wanted to stay in school to be a teacher. Li Qiumo agreed with both hands and offered to help Zhong Miao find some books to read so that she could learn more theoretical knowledge.
Zhong Miao asked several classmates who were doing voluntary labor around him if they wanted to go together, and got a negative answer.
The teacher and student walked out of the exhibition hall.
"Yeah, let's drive there. I've been lazy lately and don't even like to walk."
"You're really good. It's less than ten minutes' walk."
Li Qiumo discovered that his disciple worked very hard when he was creating, but once he had some free time, he became extremely lazy.
"Let's go instead of standing if we can sit down."
Zhong Miao parked the car in front of the bookstore and got out with Li Qiumo.
Who would have thought that when she turned around, she saw the surprised faces of Song Xing and Wang Yingying. Song Xing was holding a few newly bought review materials in his hand.
Qingmei lived not far from Song Xing's workplace, and the bookstore was also close to the family building where they lived, so she thought of asking Song Xing to help her pick out some review materials during lunch break.
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