Chapter 97: You won’t know until you taste it, and you’ll be shocked once you taste it.
Lin Qingjun followed Zhang Yapo's instructions and went out the back door and turned left. Sure enough, there was an empty alley there.
The alley can only accommodate one person. Although it is narrow, when you walk out of the alley, you can directly reach Lotus Street.
Afterwards, she went to Qianzi Pavilion.
"Miss, you are finally here. Come on, come in with me."
Shang Jianqiu had been waiting outside since early in the morning without her knowing. As soon as he saw her coming, he pulled her to the second floor and closed the doors and windows.
Lin Qingjun thought something big had happened, and her heart was also lifted.
Shang Jianqiu said anxiously.
"It's a big deal indeed. I don't know who leaked the 'Persimmon Ruyi' embroidery, but three days after you left, someone came to ask about it."
Thinking of this, Shang Jianqiu was so scared that his face turned pale and he kept patting his chest.
Moreover, although the person who came to ask for embroidery was a servant, her dress, speech and behavior were definitely not that of an ordinary small family. The highest-ranking person who came to her Qianzi Pavilion was just an eighth-rank clerk and military officer from the west of the city.
That was because he was a military general, and they were not interested in hiring servants like embroiderers, so they only spent a hundred coins to purchase them, and only bought about ten pieces a month.
How could there be people like those who came in the past few days and asked for more than ten taels of silver?
Was she afraid that the last quarrel between Lin Qingjun and the nanny of Wanchongxuan was known to the boss of Wanchongxuan, and then the boss would plot against her?
It would be fine if it was just her small Qianzi Pavilion, but she must not implicate Lin Qingjun. She had only done a business with her, and she must not tarnish the reputation of her boudoir.
Thinking of this, Shang Jianqiu grabbed Lin Qingjun tightly and pushed him out.
"I'll come find you after this storm has died down. Oh no, for the sake of your reputation, you should find another embroidery workshop to sell your embroidery products."
"With your embroidery skills, it definitely won't be that bad."
"However, I, Shang Jianqiu, am very happy to have met you, young lady. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me. As long as I can help, I will definitely help."
Lin Qingjun was stunned at first, then understood what had happened from her intermittent words.
She smiled.
"Boss Shang, are you mistaken? This isn't a big deal, it's clearly a good thing."
"Yes, I did attack the maid from Wan Chong Xuan that day, but so what? The people have sharp eyes. They only need to ask around to know the whole story."
It's not her fault.
and.
"Wan Chongxuan will definitely not make a big deal out of this because of a lowly old woman."
Big stores like this tend to be most careful about their reputation and often do some small good deeds to gain fame. The so-called fame-seeking is like Wanchongxuan.
Therefore, Wan Chongxuan would not only not plot against her, but would also severely punish the nanny surnamed Wan.
"Those who come to ask for embroidery may really want it, rather than plotting to harm me."
Shang Jianqiu stood there in a daze. Really, he wasn't here to plot anything?
Lin Qingjun nodded heavily and said no.
Shang Jianqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I was so scared."
Lin Qingjun's smile widened. "Boss Shang is indeed a kind-hearted person. If it were any other embroidery workshop, they wouldn't care about so many things. They would just buy the embroidery products, bargain for the price, and pursue profit."
Lin Qingjun displayed the embroidery works she had made in the past few days one by one. There were as many as ten pieces, and the stitches for each piece were different.
There are random stitches, straight stitches, back stitches, fishbone stitches, and knotted stitches. Although they are all extremely common and ordinary stitches, for some reason, the ones that come from her hands are different from others.
Coupled with the unique embroidery design, it is even more irresistible.
Shang Jianqiu looked at them one by one, and finally picked up the embroidery called "Warm Home" and praised it repeatedly.
“At first glance, it looks nothing special, but if you look closely, you can see the deeper meaning of the embroidery.”
In fact, embroidery is like painting. Painting is not for show, but for deep meaning. Some paintings only depict a horse's hoof moving from near to far, and then outline a few fallen petals, which becomes "horse's hoof splashing jade mud flowers".
There are only a few strokes in the painting, but it is full of profound meaning.
The same goes for embroidery. It is not just about pursuing exquisiteness and beauty, but also about having profound meaning.
There is a broken basket in this "Warm Home". I guess the owner of the basket is from a poor family and cannot afford a decent bamboo basket. However, the overall embroidery does not make it look cheap. The basket is full of wild fruits that were obtained from somewhere, and a few are scattered on the ground.
Then I thought, the owner of the basket went to pick wild fruits again and did not put the scattered fruits into the basket in time.
The fruits were red with purple, and each one was round and plump. Even though one knew they were embroidery, they still made one's mouth water. One thought it would be nice if one could taste the fruits in the basket.
There is clearly nothing more in the embroidery, but it still warms one's heart.
No matter how difficult life is, you can still find fruits to fill your stomach. The appearance of the owner of this basket and the fruit has already appeared in front of everyone. She must be a girl with bright eyes and a smile on her face.
And why are you sure it was a woman?
That's because in a corner of the basket you can vaguely see a headband that is almost the same color as the fruit. The headband is vague, and the girl must have been reluctant to damage it when picking the fruit, so she took it off and placed it on the side of the basket.
Shang Jianqiu was overjoyed. He didn't know how great it was until he tasted it.
"Miss Lin is indeed an expert. I'm afraid even the top-notch embroiderer at Wanzhongxuan can't compare to your little finger, right?"
This is not an embroidery at all, it is clearly a wonderful painting, a masterpiece of masterpiece level.
What's more, there are nine more embroidery pieces like this.
Shang Jianqiu seemed to be energized, his eyes full of determination.
"Don't worry, Miss Lin. I will definitely sell you the embroidery here at a high price. Also, we'll split it 50-50 as we agreed before."
"Miss, please don't say anything more. I have made up my mind."
"Although I'm a businessman, I'm not just concerned with making money. I'm also an embroiderer. It's not easy to come across a good embroidery, let alone the owner of a good embroidery. This is a great honor for me."
It's like a painting meeting someone who loves it. She will only promote the painting and will not think about making money.
Lin Qingjun did not refuse this time, not because she wanted to share some money, but because she understood this kind of appreciation.
What's more, if she refused, she would seem hypocritical. If she felt that she owed Boss Shang a favor, she would always have the opportunity to repay him in the future, so there was no need to rush.
They talked for a few more words, and she said that it was hard to say when the next embroidery would be delivered, but if it was agreed upon, she would find a way to send it within a month.
This time she was able to come here because Qi was not around, but she didn't know if she would have such an opportunity next time.
Also, she wanted to see how this batch of embroidery sold in order to determine the next direction. If it sold well, she could embroider a few more pieces, but not more. After all, anyone with a smart brain could learn this kind of meaning, and if there were too many, it would lose its value.
She didn't understand these things before, but later, because the Xiao family needed money and she suffered a loss like this again, she realized that things are valuable because they are rare.
"Boss Shang, what kind of handkerchief are you selling? My husband scolded me like a dog."
At this moment, a female voice sounded outside.
This sound?
It sounds familiar.
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