The bloodstain was located at the artery, in the same spot as the bullet hole in the neck of the Japanese man who was shot.
This is because someone taught Cheng Zhiwen a lesson because of the death of that Japanese man, so even the location of the bleeding point is the same.
He must have just experienced a very dangerous moment!
Shen Qing stared at the bloodstain with lingering fear, her voice trembling slightly: "Did someone stab your neck with a knife?"
He turned his head to the side, subtly avoiding her gaze: "No, it's probably a mosquito bite."
Shen Qing isn't stupid.
Mosquitoes only bite engorgement sacs, not create a small blood spot like this.
That was clearly a small wound left by someone holding a knife to his neck but failing to stab him.
He ultimately offended the Japanese because he saved her.
If this incident ruins his future and makes it impossible for him to make a living in Shanghai, then she will be held responsible.
But she was a widow with no power or influence, so how could she take responsibility and make compensation?
After much thought, Shen Qing felt that the only way to compensate him was to work hard in business and earn more money.
The work on producing silk fibers needs to be accelerated!
The fabric still needs to undergo chemical treatment, so we can't waste any more time!
Thinking of this, she asked Cheng Zhiwen, "The blood on your neck... should we put some medicine on the mosquito bites?"
"It's alright, no need to apply medicine."
Upon hearing this, she immediately took the cloak from the hanger and put it on, saying decisively, "We're going to the Astor House Hotel now. I want to pull out the silk fibers as soon as possible, otherwise the sizing will solidify by tomorrow."
Chunju happened to come out of the room and heard this. She said anxiously, "Young Madam, are you still going back to that restaurant? I'll go with you!"
"Take good care of Sulan here!"
"But I'm afraid the Japanese will seek revenge on you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qing sternly interrupted him: "If the Japanese really seek revenge on me, what can you do? Stay here and take good care of Su Lan! Don't go anywhere!"
She had never spoken to Chunju so harshly before. Chunju was stunned, and tears welled up in her eyes.
...
The carriage slowly came to a stop at the back door of the Astor House Hotel.
Cheng Zhiwen lifted the carriage curtain to peek outside, and only after confirming that there was no one suspicious did he jump off the carriage.
He offered his hand to Shen Qing, so she could use it to get out of the car.
Shen Qing looked at the man's palms, which were covered in calluses and blisters, and then at her own hands, which were wrapped in gauze.
I'm in a bit of a dilemma.
If this hand tries to borrow force from his hand, it will inevitably aggravate the affected area.
But the carriage was so high that without any leverage, jumping straight down would be too much for my feet.
Old Xu noticed and hurriedly said, "I'll take the floor mats off, Mr. Shen, please wait a moment..."
Before she could finish speaking, Cheng Zhiwen had already placed her hands under Shen Qing's armpits and lifted her down like a child.
With her bandaged hands unsure of what to do, and then Cheng Zhiwen suddenly lifted her up, she was so startled that she lost her balance and bumped into him, causing him to stumble back two steps.
He stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly.
Shen Qing smelled the familiar pine scent from his arms.
He helped her to her feet, then glanced around warily to make sure it was safe before taking her arm and quickly leading her inside.
The wire drawing machine was placed in an unused small room in the restaurant's back kitchen. It was late at night, and the kitchen workers had already finished work, so no one noticed them coming in.
The door opens, the light is switched on, and the door closes.
Cheng Zhiwen yanked off the cloth covering the wire drawing machine and then turned on the power.
The machine roared to life, and he quickly poured a quarter of the liquid from the bucket into it.
The nylon fibers, drawn into filaments, fell into the tray at the bottom. When it was almost full, he turned off the power, took out the entire tray of fibers, set it aside to cool, turned the power back on, and poured in the slurry...
If the steps are repeated several times, dozens of spools of silk fibers will be cooling.
The machine lost power, and everything returned to calm.
Shen Qing found a place to sit down in the corner and waved to Cheng Zhiwen: "Sit and wait, it won't cool down that quickly."
Cheng Zhiwen opened the door, glanced outside to make sure there was no one suspicious, then went back inside and turned off the lights.
The surroundings were instantly plunged into darkness.
Shen Qing heard the man's steady footsteps slowly approaching her, and the familiar scent of pine grew closer.
Cheng Zhiwen sat down next to her.
At first, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was silent.
But Shen Qingque felt very at ease.
Even knowing that this was the rather dangerous Astor House Hotel, where Japanese people could seek revenge at any moment, she felt no fear at all with Cheng Zhiwen by her side.
This sense of security was built up by him saving her from danger time and time again.
"Once the silk fibers have cooled down, they will be immediately put into the spinning machine, and the fabric can be made before dawn."
Shen Qing nodded: "This day has finally come."
Do you think this time it will be successful?
Shen Qing gave a bitter smile: "I don't know. I've failed too many times. I dare not be so optimistic anymore."
He didn't say anything, but adjusted his posture, turned his body to the side, and gently moved her head with his hand.
She was startled, and let him press her head down to rest on his shoulder.
"You should get some sleep; you didn't sleep much last night either."
"good."
Shen Qing was later awakened by the sound of the machine operating. When she opened her eyes, she saw Cheng Zhiwen standing in front of an unfamiliar machine, putting bundles of cooled silk fibers into it.
Shen Qing quickly got up and went over.
"Is this the electric spinning machine you borrowed? It looks similar to the manual spinning machine!"
Cheng Zhiwen turned her head to look at her: "Awake?"
Looking back at his hand movements, as he arranged the silk fibers and placed them into the channel, he said, "The electric spinning machine rotates faster than the manual spinning machine, and can weave the density you need to the maximum extent."
Shen Qing watched his hands move with delight and nodded, saying, "That makes sense. Handmade can't compare to electricity. I consulted a silk weaving expert before, and the old gentleman said that he could only weave two or three bolts of this density of fabric a year. If machines can weave it now, that would be wonderful!"
Let's wait and see!
Cheng Zhiwen arranged all the silk fibers, closed the lid, and placed her hand on the switch.
Instead of immediately pressing the switch, he took Shen Qing's hand and gently placed it on the back of his own hand.
“Originally, you should have been the one to start the machine first, but since your hand is injured, I will press it for you. And since your hand is on the back of my hand, it is as if you personally pressed the first start button.”
Shen Qing smiled: "I didn't expect you to be so particular about rituals."
As I spoke, images of candy and chocolate in his palm flashed through my mind... and this wasn't the only time he had ever done something so ritualistic.
Cheng Zhiwen pressed down hard on the switch of the spinning machine, and Shen Qing's hand followed suit, gently falling down as well.
When the switch is pressed all the way down, the spinning machine starts moving, spreading and pressing the silk fibers very quickly, one stroke at a time.
Shen Qing watched, holding her breath.
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