Upon hearing this question, Meng Zhao looked directly at Wei Jinglan beside him. Wei Jinglan slowly said, "Durability is a great advantage in the eyes of ordinary people, but not in the eyes of noble families. I once saw a young lady from a noble family who would never wear her clothes again once they were seen by others. For them, they would probably replace them before the carvings even disappeared, so they wouldn't care how long they could last."
After hearing Wei Jinglan's words, Meng Jianqiu and He Jianxia both widened their eyes. This was an extravagance they could never have imagined.
Meng Zhao was quite willing to cooperate with this kind of extravagance that could bring him wealth, and spent a lot of money to find a carving master to carve it.
As for the scraps cut off by the carving masters, Meng Zhao also asked them to keep them for himself. The large pieces were placed in the shop as trial packs, and the small pieces were chopped up and put into jars. He could grab a handful when washing clothes so that nothing would go to waste.
After all the items in the gift box were arranged, Meng Zhao handed them to Xiao Youzhi.
Xiao Youzhi calmly accepted the gift box. As soon as he opened the lid, he noticed a small wooden plaque on it. Upon closer inspection, the front of the plaque read "VIP of Mengji Treasure Pavilion," with neat and beautiful handwriting and exquisite carving. The back of the plaque listed the shop's address and main products.
Meng Zhao learned this from modern membership cards. Seeing Xiao Youzhi looking at the cards intently, Meng Zhao couldn't help but worry that he might pick out the cards for her.
Just as Meng Zhao was lost in thought, Xiao Youzhi suddenly looked up, held up the sign, and asked, "Just ten?"
Meng Zhao didn't immediately understand his meaning and paused for a moment. But seeing his furrowed brow, she suddenly realized and quickly explained:
“Young Master Xiao, this is just an ordinary brand nameplate. It is not worthy of your distinguished status. In our shop, you will always be a VIP and enjoy the most preferential treatment. Moreover, I will make sure that all my staff remember you. In the future, when you come, you will not need to take out your brand nameplate. You only need to show your face.”
After hearing Meng Zhao's words, Xiao Youzhi only said four words: "Glib-tongued."
Meng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't pick out the sign. It seems this person is easy to please; as long as he flatters him, that's enough.
After Xiao Youzhi finished looking at everything in the gift box, he finally stopped complaining and nodded slightly, saying, "It's alright, barely presentable."
Xiao Youzhi is knowledgeable and has high standards. Even he thinks it's acceptable, so I imagine others will be satisfied as well.
After returning from Chunfeng Tower, Meng Zhao began preparing for the teahouse again.
She and Song Wanyin bought two shops at the same time. The business of Zhenbaoge is now thriving, but the teahouse is still in the preparation stage and has not yet opened.
It wasn't that Meng Zhao was careless because the teahouse took a small share; on the contrary, Meng Zhao was extremely cautious about the teahouse.
Since most people who drink tea outside are men, when Meng Zhao set up the teahouse to allow only women to enter, it meant that he directly gave up a large part of the male market.
From a business perspective, this is undoubtedly a very foolish act.
However, people don't just think about making money when they live in this world. Since Meng Zhao came here, he has been busy making a living and rarely has a place to relax and have fun. After Song Wanyin came to Qingshi County, she also often felt that life was extremely boring.
They had been to ordinary teahouses before, hoping to relax, but ended up disappointed.
Therefore, Meng Zhao devoted a great deal of effort to this teahouse, which was designed specifically for women.
Thinking to myself, even if this teahouse doesn't make a lot of money in the future, at least it can create a comfortable and relaxing place for me.
Initially, Song Wanyin adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards the teahouse, only providing the funds and leaving everything else to Meng Zhao.
However, as time went by, and after repeated in-depth discussions between the two, watching the teahouse gradually become more and more perfect in the hands of the craftsmen, Song Wanyin's enthusiasm was completely ignited.
This morning, she couldn't wait to rush to the teahouse construction site to personally oversee the progress of the project.
Song Wanyin looked around the teahouse and walked to a private room, saying, "Could the window in this room be a little bigger? Otherwise, when I sit on the couch and look out, I always feel that the view is not expansive enough."
If things go according to their plan, the cost of this private room will not be cheap, and it must be done to perfection.
During this period, the renovation workers were often "tortured" by Song Wanyin and Meng Zhao. However, fortunately, they paid very generous wages, and the workers were willing to do their best to meet their various demands.
After inspecting the windows, he said, "Okay, these windows can be raised a bit higher, so that the room will be brighter when the sun shines in."
Song Wanyin nodded in satisfaction and then began to inspect the other rooms.
Upon hearing that Song Wanyin had arrived, Meng Zhao hurriedly ran over from the Treasure Pavilion next door. "Sister Wanyin, why did you come so early today?"
Song Wanyin replied with a smile, "I just can't stand staying at home, I always think about coming over to take a look."
"Okay, I'll go with you to take a look. The opening date is fast approaching, so if there's anything that's not right, we can make some changes as soon as possible."
The opening date was set for June 28th, an auspicious day calculated by a master at the temple using their birth dates and times.
As an atheist, Meng Zhao didn't usually pay much attention to these so-called "metaphysics" in her daily life. But in this matter, she was particularly willing to cooperate, even if it was a little later, to give them more time to prepare.
Just as Meng Zhao and Song Wanyin were sitting around the table, earnestly discussing the opening of the teahouse, Shanhu, Song Wanyin's maid, knocked on the door and said, "Miss, Madam Meng, someone has come to apply for the position of manager."
A teahouse, naturally, should focus on tea.
Meng Zhao was still somewhat self-aware. She was good at making drinks and snacks, but when it came to brewing and preparing tea, her skills were only good enough to fool those who didn't know much about tea. So, if the teahouse wanted to open, a manager who was proficient in tea art was indispensable.
Their recruitment sign has been up for a long time, and they have already recruited enough workers and are currently training them, but the position of supervisor is still vacant.
Upon hearing that someone had come to answer the call, the two exchanged a glance and quickly had Coral invite the person in.
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