Chapter 142 Decisive Strike
The headline "New Generation Female Designer Zhou Shufen: Reshaping the Modern Wardrobe with Eastern Aesthetics" appeared on the homepage of multiple portal websites.
I got some new information from Wei Mingwei.
The other party revealed that a "Special Exhibition Area for Emerging Designers" will be added to the Fashion Week next year.
Encourage original creative forces to participate.
Zhou Shufen began to plan how to promote the brand overseas.
If you can make it onto the fashion week stage, even just by showing your face, it can make your brand seem more upscale.
The media will report on it, buyers will pay attention, and you'll have more say in valuation negotiations during subsequent financing.
More importantly, this is an acknowledgment of original Chinese design.
She doesn't want to be just a brand that sells goods; she wants the world to remember her name.
Zhou Shufen.
Thinking about it this way, she suddenly felt energized.
I immediately started writing a simple plan.
He immediately shared his thoughts in detail with Guo Zhenyi and Yao Mingzhu.
These two are more knowledgeable about fashion than she is.
Listening to their opinions can be helpful to you.
Guo Zhenyi and Yao Mingzhu immediately expressed their support upon hearing her plan.
They believe now is the perfect time to enter the fashion week scene.
If the work is good enough, we should act decisively.
Seeing that everyone around her was so supportive, Zhou Shufen felt more confident.
She approached Wei Mingwei, asking him to help connect her with resources at Fashion Week.
Wei Mingwei agreed to her plan without hesitation after hearing about it.
Things went surprisingly smoothly.
Zhou Shufen was determined to give it her all during this period.
She took out her notebook and wrote down her goal, stroke by stroke.
Make a great appearance at Fashion Week, let your talent speak for itself, and impress everyone.
Seeing Zhou Shufen reading books every day, Zhou Haiqing and Qin Guifang were both moved.
They had never seen her so engrossed, and they felt both admiration and heartache for her.
"Mom, you're pushing yourself too hard. Outsiders would think you're taking the college entrance exam."
Qin Guifang joked with a smile.
Speaking of the college entrance examination, Zhou Shufen suddenly thought of Zhou Hairong.
The second child will be taking an exam soon.
That child has been introverted since childhood, and has repeated his studies for several years. This year marks his fourth attempt at the exam.
There has to be a result by now, no matter what.
Her heart tightened, and she thought about finding some time to go see him.
Let's chat for a bit and give him some encouragement.
"Wow..."
A tender baby's cry instantly pulled Zhou Shufen back to reality from her thoughts.
My granddaughter woke up sometime ago and was kicking her little legs in the cradle.
Qin Guifang was afraid the child would disturb her, so she quickly stood up and said.
"I'll go and take him away to comfort him, you can continue reading your book."
She was about to go forward and hug the child.
But Zhou Shufen stopped her, waving her hand with a smile.
"No need, the fourth brother just got back, I'll hold him for a while."
He put down the magazine he was holding and walked towards the cradle. He reached out to take his granddaughter.
Upon seeing that rosy little face, her heart softened instantly.
Gently pat the child's back and softly hum a nursery rhyme.
The little one was held quietly in his grandma's arms, not making a fuss at all.
Suddenly, as if she had discovered something interesting, she grinned and giggled.
Seeing this, Zhou Shufen was overjoyed and kept muttering to herself.
"Oh my, our little girl is such a sweetheart, her smile can melt anyone's heart."
Just then, there was a knocking sound at the door.
Zhou Haiqing stood up and opened the door.
Guo Zhenyi stood outside, holding a bag of fresh fruit.
"Uncle Guo, what brings you here?"
Zhou Haiqing greeted him with a smile as he entered the room.
The baby was immediately drawn to the unfamiliar sound.
But she was too small, so all she could do was roll her eyes.
She was so anxious that her brows furrowed, her lips trembled, and she looked like she was about to cry.
Guo Zhenyi was quick-witted and nimble-fingered. He stepped forward, smiled, and extended his hand.
"Oh my, is this our little princess? Come here, let Grandpa hold her!"
As she spoke, she carefully took the child from Zhou Shufen's arms.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be good, don't cry."
The baby gradually calmed down and smiled again.
"Mom, you and Uncle Guo play with Nannan for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to cook."
As Qin Guifang spoke, she walked into the kitchen.
The pots on the stove were already washed and gleaming, and the vegetables on the cutting board had been chopped in advance, just waiting to be stir-fried.
She rolled up her sleeves and lit the fire in the stove.
With a sizzling sound, the chopped scallions were added to the pot, and the aroma instantly filled the air.
About an hour later, the food was finally ready.
The whole family sat together, the clinking of bowls and chopsticks filling the air with laughter.
Halfway through the meal, Zhou Shufen suddenly looked up and said in a soft voice.
“I’ve been thinking about Hai Rong a lot these past few days. The college entrance exam is just around the corner, and there’s no one to take care of him. I can’t stop worrying about him. I was thinking of taking some time to visit him tomorrow, bringing him some supplements, and tidying up his bed.”
Zhou Haiqing nodded repeatedly after listening.
“Mom, you’re right. The second son really can’t be left unattended. It would be good for you to go and let him know that someone at home cares about him.”
Qin Guifang quickly chimed in.
"I've prepared some stewed chicken soup for you, put it in a thermos, and take it with you to help him recover."
After the meal, the two men personally saw her off.
At this time, Zhou Hairong had no idea that her mother was coming.
He had just finished evening self-study and was walking home with his schoolbag on his back.
The moment he pushed open the door, he immediately saw that familiar figure in the living room.
It's my mother!
She was bending over to tidy his desk.
On the dining table were several home-style dishes, their aroma wafting into the air.
Zhou Hairong stood there, stunned.
"Mom, what brings you here?"
As soon as Zhou Hairong pushed open the door, he bent down to take off his sneakers while looking up into the house.
His gaze swept across the table and he saw that it was full of steaming dishes.
"I came to see you, worried you might be under a lot of pressure."
Zhou Shufen came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of freshly stir-fried vegetables.
She put down the plate and quickly called to her son.
"Come in quickly, don't stand there, sit down and eat, the food is getting cold."
The mother and son sat facing each other at the dining table, chatting as they picked up food.
At first, the conversation was lighthearted, talking about school and the changing weather.
But as they talked, Zhou Hairong gradually sensed something was off.
He initially thought it was because he was too stressed from preparing for the exam and was being overly sensitive.
But upon closer examination, it became clear that the one who truly couldn't let go was actually the mother.
She kept putting food on his plate, spoke slower than usual, and her eyes kept glancing at him.
"Mom, I'm really fine, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Zhou Hairong noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere and quickly offered a comforting smile.
He didn't want his mother to worry about him.
Especially considering that she has been busy preparing for her own career recently, I am even less willing to become a burden to her.
So he took the opportunity to change the subject.
"By the way, Mom, how are your preparations going? Did you successfully register for Fashion Week? When does it start?"
Upon hearing the question, Zhou Shufen finally showed a genuine smile.
She took the empty bowl he had used, got up and went to the kitchen to fill a bowl with warm soup, then came back and gently placed it in front of him.
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