Shen Qing glanced at the small room with the door tightly closed.
These rooms are typically used by VIPs in banquet halls to discuss confidential matters. The rooms are small and have only one door; if that door is compromised, escape is impossible.
Moreover, she felt a little dizzy, probably from the aftereffects of that strong liquor she had just drunk.
If she goes into that small room with Clark and he tries to force himself on her, she might not be able to resist.
We cannot put ourselves in such danger just to do business.
Shen Qing shook her head, trying to open her eyes and stay awake.
She said to Clark, “Mr. Clark, if you don’t mind, we can talk on the deck. It’s windy and cold on the deck, but that’s precisely why you’ll appreciate the beauty of my fabric even more.”
These words enlightened Clark.
He really wanted to test whether this warm vest would still be effective in keeping warm in extremely cold weather.
As for sleeping with this Eastern woman, we can find another opportunity later. After all, we'll be on this ship for more than a month, so there will be plenty of opportunities.
With that in mind, Clark readily agreed, "Sure! Let's go up to the deck!"
Shen Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief and followed Clark toward the banquet hall entrance.
Seeing Cheng Zhiwen walking towards her, she pretended not to see him and brushed past him.
We arrived on the deck.
Shen Qing specially brought Clark to the bow of the ship where the wind was strongest.
It was late at night, and the sea breeze was biting, blowing against my body and face like slicing knives, making my face sting.
Shen Qing was wearing three layers of clothing, but she was still shivering from the cold.
She rubbed her arms and looked at Clark.
Clark had just taken off his cashmere suit and was now wearing only a white shirt, a waistcoat, and a down jacket.
Shen Qing looked at his thinly clothed arm and asked, "Mr. Clark, does your arm feel cold?"
Clark smiled, her face flushed, and she stood as steady as an old dog, unlike her who was shivering from the cold.
Instead of answering the question, he asked, "What material are you making this garment from?"
Shen Qing's head was spinning even more, and she almost blurted out, "This dress is made of duck down."
She raised her hand and patted her cheeks, forcing herself to stay awake.
“Mr. Clark, I cannot tell you all the ingredients, but I can tell you the composition of two of them, which were originally used as traditional Chinese medicine.”
Clark became interested.
In the eyes of Westerners, traditional Chinese medicine is an ancient and magical medicine with very few side effects.
He spotted another business opportunity and exclaimed, "Tell me quickly!"
"One of the ingredients, which has been stored in nature for thousands of years, has accumulated the essence of nature over thousands of years and has the effects of calming the mind and promoting sleep, nourishing blood and strengthening the body, and prolonging life."
Clark listened intently and asked urgently, "What about the other material? Tell me quickly!"
Shen Qing was getting increasingly dizzy. With her hands gripping the railing, she slowly spoke with the last vestige of her sanity:
"The other ingredient has the effect of cooling the blood and detoxifying the body, and can help eliminate toxins from the body..."
Clark nodded repeatedly, exclaiming, "No wonder I felt so much more clear-headed and calm as soon as I put on this outfit!"
Shen Qing chuckled inwardly.
With the sea breeze blowing like that, how could one not be sober?
But she was getting more and more dizzy, and could barely stand up.
No, I need to get back to my room right away.
But before going back, he had to take the sample Clark was wearing back with him, otherwise he would find out later that it was filled with duck down when he cut it open.
Before the order is signed, he cannot know what's inside.
Once these people realize how warm and inexpensive down is, down garments will soon appear in Europe as well.
Just like rayon in the past.
So we have to secure the order before Clark can take the samples away.
In fact, Shen Qing also knew that once the down vest was sold to Europe, the fabric merchants and garment merchants there would immediately cut it open to see what was inside.
They will improve upon the original design to create products that surpass down jackets.
By then, her down jackets will most likely be less competitive.
Therefore, she must sign for as many items as possible in the first order to extend the delivery time!
The deposit she received was enough for her to pay off the money she owed Master Zhao, and enough to keep the Gao family running normally for several years!
She will also do other businesses and try to make money from other places!
Thinking of this, Shen Qing immediately said, "Mr. Clark, if you are interested in this garment, shall we discuss it in more detail tomorrow during the day?"
Clark looked at her with a smile, his eyes becoming unrestrained again: "Mr. Shen, why don't we talk in my room?"
After saying that, he reached out to help her up before she could speak.
The business deal is done; now we can talk about other things.
Clark was a typical white man with golden hair on the back of his hands. The moment his hand touched Shen Qing's shoulder, she could no longer suppress her impulse and vomited with a "whoosh".
She had coffee and cake with Cheng Zhiwen in the evening, and then vomited up a beige paste that covered Clark's chest.
Enraged, he shoved her away, hastily ripped off his down vest, threw it on the ground, and yelled at the crew members standing some distance away to come over.
Shen Qing quickly picked up the down vest, held onto the railing with one hand, and slowly walked towards the first-class cabin.
Behind him, Clark wiped the small amount of vomit off his shirt with a towel. Looking at Shen Qing's back, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he ran straight to her, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"Hehe, come on, let's go to my room and continue our business!"
Shen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and with her last bit of strength, she pushed him away: "I'm sorry, Mr. Clark, I'm not feeling well right now. Let's talk again tomorrow."
But the effects of the alcohol were getting stronger and stronger; she felt dizzy and weak all over.
If Clark forcibly drags her into the room, she may not have the strength to resist.
Fear brought her to her senses slightly, and just as she was about to push Clark away with more force, Clark's face was already close to hers.
Shen Qing's head instinctively tilted back, and as Clark approached, her upper body almost went over the railing.
Through her blurred vision, she seemed to see Cheng Zhiwen come over and take Clark away, and then a young man helped her toward the cabin.
She looked at the young man's profile in a daze, and a picture suddenly flashed through her mind.
In springtime in Jiangzhou, next to a large, lush banyan tree, the man disappeared into the tree.
There were short stubbles at the temples that were exposed outside the melon-shaped hat, just like Cheng Zhiwen, who had grown sideburns after cutting his hair short.
Qi Zhenheng's voice rang in my ears: "They might be revolutionaries. Madam, be careful of these people..."
Revolutionary Party...
Shen Qing opened her eyes in surprise.
In the dim light, Cheng Zhiwen's face loomed large before her eyes.
He closed his eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead.
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