Qian Lai never thought about starting a business and making big money in this world.
In her original world, she lived a life of plenty, never needing to use a single brain cell to earn money from birth.
But after spending a few simple hours with Wu Mei about finding good things to do in the space, she experienced for the first time the joy of making money through her intelligence.
Although the money she earned was nothing compared to the Qian Group of later generations, the sense of accomplishment she felt was something she had never experienced before.
The good things in the space are indeed inexhaustible. However, they can easily arouse suspicion from those around them.
If one could also have the identity of a "distributor" here, then even if one were to shuffle items within the space in the future, no one would suspect anything.
Thinking of this, Qian Lai clapped his hands and said, "Great! I'll bring you some samples next time."
The two hit it off immediately. Amidst their conversation, Zhang Man walked over to Xiao Li carrying a washbasin: "Comrade Li, it's hot, why don't you wipe yourself down and cool off?"
A blush rose to Xiao Li's cheeks.
There's something going on between them!
Qian Lai and Sister Mi exchanged a smile.
Soon, Xiao Li finished loading the car.
Qian Lai told him to first take the goods back to Gu Hanchuan's home in the military compound, while he himself had to rush back to the city to prepare for the dance party that evening.
She first arrived near the consulate, and taking advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention, she slipped into the space.
She didn't know what kind of dresses people wore to balls in this era.
At least, what she already has in her wardrobe wouldn't be acceptable here. They're all high-slit, low-backed, and often have deep V-necks.
Oh! That's right!
How could she forget that she had a prized possession—the evening gown her mother wore at her wedding?
She carefully removed the pure white, floor-length evening gown inlaid with sparkling rhinestones; it seemed to still retain her mother's scent.
She missed her mother so much, the mother who unconditionally supported her and always found excuses for her even when she made mistakes.
She should have given her mother a proper hug, knowing that going out that day might have been her last.
I wonder how she is now after losing her mother?
Thinking of the past, Qian Lai couldn't help but feel sad.
It took a long time for me to regain my composure. I took a hot shower and put on a face mask to hide my red and swollen eyes.
With everything prepared, she put on her mother's evening gown. Before the mirror, a stunningly beautiful woman appeared—sexy, alluring, yet also possessing an air of sophistication.
The fabric, shimmering with a subtle yet luxurious jewel-like sheen, is set against a backdrop of pure white, layered silk threads, like a finishing touch that exudes mystery and elegance.
The small stand-up collar gently enveloped her long, slender neck.
The tight-fitting design of the upper body is not something everyone can pull off, but it is precisely because of her full figure paired with her slender frame that the designer's ingenuity is fully displayed.
Her lower body swayed back, the long hem trailing on the ground; from behind, she exuded a gentle and elegant aristocratic air.
The front of the skirt ends just above the knee, perfectly revealing her straight and slender legs and showcasing the playful and energetic side of a young woman.
The deep V-neckline subtly revealed the girl's fair chest, perfectly enveloping the rising and falling cushions. Sexy yet dignified.
Coupled with her light makeup today, she looked like a goddess in a temple: dreamy, eccentric, sexy, and sweet...
I don't know how accepting people are these days. Anyway, this is the most conservative of all her evening gowns.
When she appeared before Hua Rui like this, the other party was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped!
"Teacher Xiaoran, is this really you? I knew you were beautiful, but I never imagined you were beautiful in so many ways."
Hua Rui was actually dressed exceptionally well today. Her light green Chinese-style silk cheongsam complemented her porcelain-white, chubby face perfectly.
Although she wasn't particularly slender, this Chinese-style cheongsam perfectly complemented her figure, highlighting her strengths and adding a touch of the charm of a woman from southern China.
When the two of them appeared hand in hand at the entrance of the banquet hall, they immediately became an alluring sight at the banquet.
"Xiao, you look absolutely stunning today."
That day at the International Club, Thomas, who had sent her the invitation, was the first to greet them, followed by Jiang Junchi, who was smiling broadly at them.
"Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I think we'll have a very pleasant evening. Thank you for the invitation."
Hua Rui was amazed by her fluent English!
"My dear teacher Xiaoran, how many more skills do you have that I don't know about? You're practically an all-rounder."
"What, haven't your dance partners arrived yet?" Jiang Junchi, who was usually serious and reserved at work, appeared unusually kind and approachable.
Qian Lai: Yeah, I still haven't seen Qiao Muting. What if he's not coming?
Hua Rui: My brother, when are you finally arriving? I can't keep an eye on him any longer.
Just as the two were eagerly waiting, Hua Rui spotted Hua Cheng, who was dressed up, at the entrance.
"Brother, over here."
Hua Cheng really went to great lengths to dress up for today's event!
To ensure he could win this game, his younger sister spared no expense, inviting a famous hairstylist from Hong Kong to Xinshi.
Under Tony's skillful hands, Hua Cheng's usual refined and elegant demeanor was as if edged with gold, making him look like a true Hong Kong nobleman.
In addition, the well-tailored white suit made him look even more dashing.
"Cheng-ge? You look so handsome today." Qian Lai gave him a thumbs up.
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