Qin Xiaoyu's plan is that there are department stores and grocery stores downstairs and clothing stores upstairs, which will definitely attract many people to come over in the evening. They can take a quick look and not spend too much time there. If it's far away, it's not worth it.
But adding a pastry shop changes everything. A place to eat and browse will likely attract a large number of women with spending power, like Bai Weiwei and Xiao Mengting, who will become loyal fans. This clothing store aims to become a trendsetter in the city; the pastry shop will be its mini-salon.
I used to think the second-floor clothing mall was a bit empty and worried that the processing capacity wouldn't be enough to fill it up. But now I'm not worried anymore; we can just partition off some space.
Needless to say, Captain Chen took over the job again. He looked at the blueprints for a long time and couldn't help but say, "Little Yu, give me a hand too, let's team up. I think we can make a fortune with just this simple blueprint."
"Don't worry, Brother Chen, I'll come looking for you someday."
That evening, Commander Wang called, and she sounded a little disheartened.
It turns out that Tang Fengqin was shortlisted, but among the five shortlisted people, one had a very strong backing and found a judge to do some work.
The five shortlisted girls were all equally qualified, but Tang Fengqin, aside from her outstanding appearance, was only average in terms of professional skills. Since Commander Wang couldn't speak directly, he could only offer repeated instructions and advice.
Qin Xiaoyu didn't dare tell Tang Fengqin these things, fearing that Tang Fengqin would be nervous and make mistakes. She just said that the judges thought highly of her and that she should just stay calm and perform normally.
I wonder if those girls also got the news. During the second round of auditions, the first one underperformed, mispronouncing a line and then becoming stammering. In the end, she left the stage in tears.
"See, as long as you perform steadily, there's nothing to fear." Qin Xiaoyu squeezed Tang Fengqin's hand. This child has seen some of the world recently, so she should be able to handle it.
When it was the girl's turn to find someone, she went on stage and performed well. Perhaps because she was confident, she was also very self-assured and left a good impression on the judges present.
Tang Fengqin was the last to go on stage, and everyone understood that the competition was now between her and another girl.
She prepared a recitation of a poem, Chairman Mao's poem "Snow in Qinyuan Village." Qin Xiaoyu deliberately chose this one; as long as it was read normally, no one would dare to find fault with it.
Tang Fengqin was personally trained by Zhou Xingma, and her pronunciation was clear and accurate, not disgracing her teacher.
The judges all wore conflicted expressions. To be honest, the two girls were equally talented, but they could only choose one.
"Tang Fengqin, this is an additional test to assess your adaptability." The judge was prepared and took out a piece of paper, gesturing for a staff member to hand it on the stage.
Tang Fengqin took it; it contained an introduction. She had a good memory and memorized it immediately. She smiled and nodded to the audience, indicating that they could begin.
"Okay, let's begin," the judge said immediately.
"The spring breeze caresses the earth, the sun shines warmly, let us sing praises to the beautiful spring, please listen..."
Out of the corner of her eye, Tang Fengqin saw a small snowman waddling to her side, and two actors dressed in winter clothes running over.
Isn't it a female solo singing "Where is Spring?" What's going on?
While rehearsing backstage, she overheard the actors putting on makeup. She heard a few words about a program called "Building a Snowman." Was this a test of her quick thinking and adaptability?
In the blink of an eye, Tang Fengqin had already gone off-script and continued speaking according to her own train of thought.
"Listen, the footsteps of winter haven't gone far. Let's relive those wonderful memories. Please enjoy the dance 'Building a Snowman' performed by Qi Dazhuang and Chen Erniu."
She genuinely didn't know the performers' names, so she just made up two.
A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience, and several judges couldn't help but applaud. It's important to understand that misreading a name during announcing a program is far less serious than mispronouncing the program.
This immediately revealed the difference in their abilities. The judge had originally intended to embarrass Tang Fengqin and force her to leave the stage, but Tang Fengqin's quick wit and resourcefulness not only saved her points but also earned her more.
The results weren't announced on the spot, and Qin Xiaoyu took Tang Fengqin home. All the way there, she kept thinking that maybe this child was born for this line of work, and respecting the child's choice was the right thing to do.
When Qin Xiaoyu arrived at the Cantonese teahouse, she saw Cheng Fuxing coming downstairs after changing his clothes. She couldn't help but gasp; who was this village official?
He was wearing a royal blue suit. Because he was thin, the suit was too big and baggy, and with the thick shoulder pads, it looked like it was hanging on his body. His trousers were also baggy and kept tripping him, so he had to pull them up every few steps.
What drove Qin Xiaoyu crazy was his hairstyle. He had applied hair oil, resulting in a shiny, greasy, middle-parted traitor-like hairstyle that looked disgustingly greasy no matter how you looked at it.
"Don't even mention that you came from an American-French school, it's shameful!" Qin Xiaoyu angrily shoved him into the car, sped off to the school, and personally gave him a buzz cut.
What kind of clothes do you usually wear?
When Qin Xiaoyu saw him, he was always wearing a chef's white apron, so she didn't really notice him.
"Xiaojie bought me this tracksuit."
"Take it out and change!" Qin Xiaoyu escorted him back to the shop. This time, dressed up, he finally looked like a promising young man in his early twenties.
Before the appointed time was up, Qi Si became impatient. He ran downstairs, asked again about the dishes to be served, and checked the private room, making everyone inexplicably nervous.
"Young lady, should I wait at the door, or should I wait for your car to arrive and then pick you up from inside?" Qi Si asked humbly.
"Stay upstairs, don't come down. After a few rounds of drinks, come down, offer a toast, say a few nice words, and you're done." Qin Xiaoyu was getting ready to get in the car to pick someone up.
"What? I'm just playing a cameo role? Aren't I supposed to be a parent?" Qi Si said, feeling a little wronged.
"What kind of parent are you?" Qin Xiaoyu asked, puzzled.
"I'm not doing Cheng Fuxing a disservice by being his parent. If I had gotten married earlier, my son would be older than him and already have grandchildren."
“Brother, it’s not that he’s aggrieved by asking you to be his parent. It’s that you need to maintain your status, understand? You can’t let that family see through you. You need to keep your mystery. Right now, they’re still wary of you, and that gives us some leverage when we talk about marriage. If you reveal everything, what will we have to talk about?” Qin Xiaoyu poked his head hard.
"It's always you who has to scold your brother; it makes us all happy." Fourth Sister-in-law opened the door and came in to pick up the dinner. One of the housekeepers was off work, so she came to the store to pick up the food.
"I can't be bothered with him anymore, he's so clueless." Qin Xiaoyu went out to get in the car to pick someone up.
I don't know how Ding Xiaoru did it, but the Ding family members were all waiting at the entrance of the alley.
Ding Xiaojie had lost weight, which meant she had suffered a lot. Her eyes welled up with tears when she saw Qin Xiaoyu.
"Get in the car." Qin Xiaoyu gave her a look, which was a gesture of support. Help from outsiders was secondary; the important thing was to fight for it herself.
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