Chapter 121 Mrs. Wang Likes Cheongsam

Since Liu Lili resigned, Lin Jianyan had no choice but to recruit new staff. Just in case, he should go home and let Qin Wu help him find one.

After all, the people you come into contact with are at different levels. If you hire someone with insufficient business capabilities and something goes wrong, making those dignitaries unhappy, then his reputation will be low.

Nobles of status are all difficult to serve, so you really can't be careless. It's better to have a shortage than to have too much. If he really can't do it, he can't just find someone to take the front desk.

With Qin Wu's help, he would not make any mistakes. After all, with Qin Wu's ability and status, the people he found must be elites, and ordinary people would not dare to deceive him.

After making the decision, Lin Jianyan stopped worrying about it. He handed the matter over to Qin Wu and then patted his butt and became the manager.

Qin Wu acted quickly and recruited all the staff within two days. Lin Jianyan also hired two cleaners. Now the studio was fully staffed and on the right track.

There were a few incidents in the process. Because the renovation was so grand and the final result was so amazing, and Lin Jianyan didn't hang any sign at the door, people who didn't know the truth thought that a rich man had come to the area. Several families nearby who were relatively wealthy even brought gifts to visit, hoping to socialize.

When I found out that this was just a private clothing design studio, I looked at the decoration style that looked like a small castle, and I was surprised and a little surprised.

I was even more shocked when I learned from the front desk that a deposit of NT$50,000 was required to order custom-made clothes, and that I still couldn't get a reservation even though it was already five months later.

They are just a well-off family, and 50,000 yuan is equivalent to their income for two or three months. Here, it is just a deposit for a piece of clothing. They dare not even think about the balance payment. Maybe they can't even afford a piece of clothing after working hard for a whole year.

The gifts were not given away, and they kept looking back as they left, with a variety of complex emotions running through their hearts, including envy, shock, and admiration.

After hearing what the receptionist said, Lin Jianyan just smiled and passed it off.

Two days later, Zhao Dalong was also discharged from the hospital. Qin Wu directly arranged for someone to take them to the two-story small western-style house that was given to them, and also sent professional maids, nurses and cooks to take care of them.

At first, Qin Wu wanted to give Zhao Dalong and his family a large villa, which frightened their family and almost made them unable to stand. Later, Zhao Dalong resolutely refused. Among the rows of luxurious villas, he chose Qin as the second best option. The "little house" in Wu's words.

Everyone present at the time looked at the two-story small western-style building on the template, and then heard Qin Wu say "small house", and their mouths twitched.

Haha, the "little house" covers an area of ​​500 square meters and is a two-story "little house" with a back garden. I have never seen anyone give them a "little house" as a gift.

It is said that everyone in the sales office looked at Zhao Dalong with envy and hatred, which frightened Zhao Dalong so much that he quickly pulled Song Ruonan away, as he was afraid that he would suffer secondary harm if he stayed any longer.

When Lin Jianyan came to visit, he looked around their new home and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's quite nice, and the decoration is simple and elegant. It's suitable for you to live together after you get married. It will also be lively if you have children in the future."

Song Ruonan poured him a cup of tea and smiled awkwardly when she heard what he said, "Mr. Lin is joking again. There is nothing to be seen yet."

Zhao Dalong held her hand and smiled happily, "It will be very soon. After we get married, I believe we will have our own baby soon."

"I want a daughter, preferably one who looks like you." Zhao Dalong looked at Song Ruonan tenderly, his eyes full of longing.

Song Ruonan's face turned slightly red, and she patted his arm in a reproachful manner, "Jing only knows how to say nice things. It doesn't matter if they are boys or girls, I just want them to be healthy."

Lin Jianyan looked at the loving couple, took a sip from the teacup, and said jokingly with a smile: "You two are so sweet that I can hardly bear it. It seems that I, a big light bulb, should not be here."

Zhao Dalong shook his head in embarrassment, "Brother, I made you laugh."

Lin Jianyan smiled and waved her hands, "No, no, I just think you two have a good relationship, and I feel happy just by looking at you."

Zhao Dalong and Song Ruonan smiled at each other. They also felt that they were very happy, and they had to thank the people in front of them for all this. They kept the kindness in their hearts and would never forget it in their lives.

Lin Jianyan didn't stay long. He left after talking for a while. The two wanted to keep him for dinner, but he refused. He was waiting to go home and have dinner with Qin Wu. He didn't want to continue being a third wheel here.

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The days passed neither fast nor slow. After each of them got busy with their own things, Lin Jianyan and Qin Wu's interactions became a good morning kiss in the morning and a good night kiss in the evening.

If Qin Wu hadn't had endless energy every day and wanted to have sex with him every night, the two of them would have lived like an old married couple.

Just before everyone was about to finish collecting the clothes, Lin Jianyan took out the numbers he had written down at the banquet and called the first three people.

The dial tone sounded for a while before the call was finally answered. The voice coming through the receiver was a little distorted, but the woman's puzzled voice could be heard clearly, "Hello, who is this?"

Lin Jianyan said politely, "Hello, Mrs. Wang. I'm Lin Jianyan. I don't know if you still remember that you asked me to design clothes for you at the banquet. I wonder if you have time to come over tomorrow so I can ask someone to measure your size?"

Mrs. Wang, who was sitting opposite, was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and said in surprise, "Oh, you're finally open! I almost forgot about it after so long."

"Tomorrow, right? I have time tomorrow! How about 10 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Lin Jianyan said in a soothing voice, "Okay, then please remember the address, it's at 128 Ping'an Road in the main city area. We'll be waiting for you to drive tomorrow."

Mrs. Wang quickly asked the servant beside her to write down the address, and replied to Lin Jianyan: "Okay, I will be there on time tomorrow morning!"

Mrs. Wang hung up the phone, full of expectations for tomorrow. When she first saw Mrs. Li's cheongsam at the banquet, she was captivated at first sight. After she came back, she thought about it for a long time and even complained that Lin Jianyan hadn't opened a studio yet, but she was already obsessed with her.

As time went by, she kept it deep in her heart. But when the phone call came today, it aroused the itch and anticipation that she had suppressed for some time.

She hummed a song as she went upstairs to do a skin care treatment for herself, hoping to be in the best condition tomorrow so that Lin Jianyan could design the most beautiful outfit for her.