Volume 1 Chapter 780 The Beauty of Cheongsam
"yes."
Sheng Wanyan did not hide it. When Chen Zuhua thought about how Sheng Wanyan used to be a military wife in Bingcheng, he knew that this man was probably from the army.
"Don't worry, I will be there to pick you up and hand over the work at hand as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll raise your salary when you go to Country M. Prices are high there, so there's no reason for you to pay for it."
"Thank you, boss."
Chen Zuhua didn't expect Sheng Wanyan to think so much about him. After all, he... had never paid much attention to his salary.
Sheng Wanyan nodded, and Chen Zuhua reported some work problems to her before leaving to let Sheng Wanyan rest.
As soon as Chen Zuhua opened the door, he saw Brother Gu guarding the door. Brother Gu’s stern face looked exactly like Gu Tingxiao.
Chen Zuhua seemed to know why he was waiting here. This was probably instructed by someone... Perhaps the Gu family was protecting him as well.
Chen Zuhua nodded to him, and Brother Gu also nodded. After the two of them understood each other tacitly, Chen Zuhua left. Brother Gu watched Chen Zuhua leave without saying a word.
But his complexion looked much better, and he silently thought to himself that he had finally completed the task assigned to him by someone.
Sheng Wanyan had no idea of someone's little thoughts. After seeing Chen Zuhua off, she went to her room to rest. When she left, there was no sign of Brother Gu outside the door.
The next day, when Sheng Wanyan and others appeared on TV unharmed, the leader of a certain country was so angry that he smashed the teacup and looked at the people on TV with an angry face.
One...none of them died! ! !
When did the Chinese nation become so powerful militarily? So many people were sent out, but not one of them came back alive.
It would be fine if the people were gone, but it turns out that all the diplomats from China are alive and well, and are continuing their interview journey with the leaders of the two countries! ! !
"Baka!!!"
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The leaders and their wives were proud of our diplomats when they saw that they participated in this year's interviews safely and on time.
Our diplomats should be so proud and confident!
The lady looked gently at the diplomats behind her, her eyes obviously more easy-going and gentle than yesterday, and with a hint of respect.
"Madam, this is the cheongsam shop in Hai City."
The two ladies were very interested in Haishi's cheongsams. When they saw the cheongsam shop, they were very interested.
"The cheongsams here are made by a master craftsman who is said to have been making them for 50 years."
The lady reached out and touched the fabric in front of her. She felt the silk was very smooth and she instantly became interested.
Mrs. Reagan was also curious about why the silk fabric was so smooth, so she pulled Sheng Wanyan aside and asked her to introduce the beauty of Chinese tradition to her.
"Shall I make a cheongsam for the two ladies?"
When the old master saw the two ladies coming to his shop, his 70-year-old body instantly regained strength and he immediately estimated the sizes of the two ladies with his glasses.
"May I trouble you, Master?"
The lady talked to the master craftsman with a smile. The master craftsman was very excited but did not show it. Instead, he smiled and picked up the ruler on the table.
"Madam, you are joking. The arrival of the two ladies has made our shop shine!"
The lady smiled more gently when she heard the master's words, and spoke to him as if he were a junior: "Thank you for your help, master."
"It's no trouble, it's my pleasure!"
The old master measured the sizes of the two ladies, and the clerk at the side wrote down the sizes. The old master went to the room and took out the fabric that he had treasured.
"These fabrics are worthy of the two ladies."
"No, it's too expensive. We just want these fabrics."
The lady pointed at the cloth hanging in the shop, and the cloth the master took out was obviously from the master's own collection.
"We can't take away what you like so much."
The lady rejected the cloth from the master, and the master smiled and shook his head: "Good cloth can only be used when it meets the right owner."
The old master insisted on using the best fabrics to make clothes for the two ladies. He treasured these fabrics because no one was willing to let him give them out.
But the wives are different. They are the leaders’ wives, their wives. This best fabric can only play its best value when worn by the two wives.
"Master, absolutely not."
The lady insisted on her bottom line of not taking a single penny from the people. It was okay for small items, but she could not do so for such an expensive thing even if she was the tie lady.
"Madam, please consider it as fulfilling the wish of an old man like me. It's rare for this piece of cloth to meet the right person. I want it to be made into a finished product."
After hearing what the master said, the lady agreed. She would then ask someone to select two pieces of the best cloth and give them to the master.
"Excuse me, Master."
When the old master heard that she was willing to accept it, he smiled, the wrinkles on his face were all smoothed out, and he stamped his feet and hurried to make clothes for the two ladies.
While the old craftsman was making clothes, he saw Sheng Wanyan behind Mrs. Reagan out of the corner of his eye. This girl's temperament was perfect for wearing a cheongsam!
The master craftsman was the first to complete the cheongsams for the two ladies. The two ladies could also watch the cheongsam-making process while waiting impatiently.
Although the master's eyesight is not good, his craftsmanship is superb. My wife also learned that the master's ancestor was a cheongsam maker and had been engaged in this work since the Republic of China.
The master craftsman's father used to make cheongsams for wives of officials. Gradually, the skills were passed down to the master craftsman, who also made cheongsams for many wives of officials.
Later, during a special period, she hid her craft. Now that the country is open to the outside world, she continues to work in this field and promotes her family's cheongsam craft.
The master also accepted many students and taught them the craft of cheongsam, so that the younger generations can carry forward the beauty of China.
The lady knows the master's intentions and respects him even more. Every generation is doing their bit for the country. She admires the millions of people who contribute silently.
The master craftsman made the cheongsam and asked the two ladies to try it on. If there was anything inappropriate, he would adjust it on the spot.
The lady's cheongsam was dark green, while Mrs. Reagan's cheongsam was white. The cheongsam actually suited Mrs. Reagan very well.
Needless to say, the lady, with her Chinese ancestry and the temperament she wore, paired with the traditional cheongsam, made her look even more elegant and gentle. The old master's hands trembled slightly with excitement.
That's how it should be, this fabric should be worn on the right person to show its beauty.
"Ma'am, it suits you very well. You can wear it more often in the future."
The old master suggested that the lady’s clothing carries the beauty of traditional Chinese culture, but she usually wears western suits, and cheongsam is rarely worn because it is not very convenient.
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