Chapter 24【VIP】
After the official opening of Mi Yu, Opesha was busy every day. As her fame grew, the threshold of the shop was almost trampled down.
There is also something that makes her feel relieved in the midst of her busy schedule, that is, her two adopted daughters have finally stopped being so spoiled and willful, and have instead learned to help her share the work.
Although the work she did was exactly the same as Opesha's, and could even be described as shoddy, Opesha still felt truly happy.
That’s great, at least she really has an impact on the people around her.
In the midst of her busy work, Opesa received a letter from Mr. Paul.
In the letter, Mr. Paul's words remained gentle. After greeting her, he shared with her what he had seen and heard during his travels. Then, attached to the letter, he wrote the recipe for a "first encounter."
The key points of all the recipes were noted. He said that he wanted to help Opesha as much as possible, and also hoped that the world would not forget the true taste of "first encounter".
Opesa put away the letter and stood hesitantly at the bottom of the spiral staircase, holding the recipe.
The only one in the family who could help her was Sinderel.
She was hesitating.
In the end... do you want to go up?
Ever since she learned about Sinderel's whereabouts and his lesbian relationship, she began to avoid Sinderel physically.
She is not someone who rejects people with different orientations. On the contrary, she herself is a person with an open mind about love. She believes that as long as it is true love, it has nothing to do with gender or type. As long as there is a heart, both parties can run towards each other.
But she could never accept this happening to herself, not to mention that she raised Sinderel as her daughter!
She finally understood the despair of a straight woman.
Because of what had happened in the past few days and the large number of orders, Opesa found an excuse. On the surface, she was worried that Sinderel's body could not handle it, but in fact, she wanted to avoid spending any extra time with him.
While avoidance is a solution, it is not permanent.
After hesitating for a long time, Opesa still couldn't overcome her emotions and simply stuffed the formula under the crack of Sinderel's door, waiting for him to open the door and take it to see. Then she left the door with the newly made prop.
The promotion of the small props became very easy because of the previous success of "Whisper", and all the customers were looking forward to the launch of her new product.
Under Sinderel's magical transformation, those props became extremely artistic. The handcuffs looked like bracelets, and the golden chains were inlaid with red gems, sparkling and dazzling, making people imagine how beautiful they would be when locked on white wrists.
The whip was also made of high-quality leather, which was soft and elastic. Because Opesa specifically requested "loud! Extra loud!", Sinderel also specially controlled the length so that it would be very loud no matter how it was used.
Sinderel lived up to her expectations and replicated the "first encounter". Not only was the scent exactly the same, but one could even smell a faint, different feeling.
It feels like sadness, but also like some kind of unspeakable emotion.
As a result, Miyu gained a new group of customers who loved perfume powder.
Fame and fortune are double-edged swords. After original innovations reaped the benefits in this area, some people have begun to feel dissatisfied.
Those who came to her shop were aristocrats with more open minds, while the conservative aristocrats sneered at her, and there were even reports mocking her in daily newspapers.
But she is Opesha, she doesn't care what those people think. As long as she gets the money, she will let the jealous people mock her.
Another person who was dissatisfied was John, who opened a shop across the street and plagiarized Mr. Paul's recipe.
Although he was able to benefit from the traffic from the Opesa store - some of the ladies who bought clothes would stop by his store to buy a few bottles of perfume and powder, but the store across the street actually started making powder again, completely stealing his customers.
Staring at the dead shop across the street that was now revived, he gradually felt jealous and anxious.
John stomped out his freshly smoked cigar and returned to the store cursing, "What the hell, a store like that can still survive! What about whispers, what about restraints? And that first encounter? It's just a bunch of garbage!"
His wife, Emma, frowned and waved her hand at the lingering smell of cigarettes on John: "You damn smoker, don't come in until you're smoke-free! Who can I blame for this? I finally got the formula, and now it's all your fault that you replaced the raw materials!"
In order to save costs, John had long ago replaced the raw materials with cheaper and more affordable ones. Although the fragrance was different, he believed that those stupid people could not smell it.
He has always done this and has always had a constant stream of customers.
Unexpectedly, everything changed after the owner of the small shop opposite changed.
At first, he regarded the group of people opposite him as clowns in a circus and didn't care about them at all. He thought that only extremely stupid people would sell all the items in the store at a low price.
The materials Paul used were always very expensive, and he didn't think they would make Opesa any money back.
He felt that he had won the battle, and she must have been unable to bear it and ran away.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly changed her attitude and directly said something like "Erlan", and everyone rushed to her shop.
The perfumes in his shop were all stolen and were destroyed every day when he opened the shop. John was so angry that his teeth itched.
, biting his lips tightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, secretly thinking about how to trip up Opesha.
There was no way he could watch Opesha being so relaxed, absolutely. Thinking of this, John picked up his pipe again.
Seeing this, Emma snatched the pipe from his hand and said, "I'm going to the tea party soon. Don't let my new dress smell of cigarettes!"
"Yeah, women always like to go here and there, and they don't worry about whether they can eat hot bread tomorrow." John took it back nonchalantly and said sarcastically,
"Whatever you say, today is a tea party hosted by the lady of the lordship. It's fine if you don't want to go, but I must go." Emma picked up her hat unhappily and prepared to go out.
"What did you say? The lord's wife's tea party?" John looked at Emma and his eyes lit up when he heard her words.
"Yes, so what?"
John immediately went into the back room and, after a while of fiddling, changed into a proper suit, even styling his hair with pomade. He adjusted his clothes in the mirror and held his head high under his wife's strange gaze. "Come on, I'll go with you—even though I hate this noisy environment, I'll begrudgingly accompany you this time."
Emma wrinkled her nose, closed the shop door with John, and got on the carriage that came to greet them.
John sat in the carriage with a smug smile on his face: God was on his side. It so happened that a tea party came at this time, hosted by the lord's wife.
Since everyone is so interested in the small props produced by Opesha, why not give her a helping hand? As far as he knows, Opesha currently only has one product that can be shown off, "Whisper", and the others are all in the experimental stage, which means that she has not finished those props at all, and has no other clothes to display.
As long as he exaggerated and made mysterious remarks to arouse the curiosity of the lord or his wife, Opesa would be caught off guard and could only present the unfinished clothes or props in panic.
Deceiving the lord is a serious crime punishable by beheading. She will definitely be thrown into the dungeon, tortured, and finally executed in public.
John thought happily as the carriage entered the lord's territory.
After getting off the carriage, they entered the lord's castle. At the extravagant and lively party, nobles dressed in gorgeous attire walked beneath exquisite crystal chandeliers, their laughter echoing through the spacious hall.
The nobles were indulging in pleasure and chatting with each other. John was among them, with a malicious glint in his eyes.
Holding a glass of red wine, he deliberately walked to a crowded area and began to speak casually, "Oh... maybe you've heard the rumors about the shop 'Whisper'? The owner has released a piece of clothing called 'Whisper', and it's hard to get one!"
"Yes, yes! I've seen the one on Red Rose, but it's a pity I can't get it!"
"I've heard that many people around me want to buy it recently."
“I heard they’re going to release a new model!”
…
The topic exploded instantly. John smiled with satisfaction as he described Opesa's new gadget in vivid detail. "You don't know, Opesa's new gadget is a rare artifact!" He raised his voice and waved his arms exaggeratedly. "It can instantly render a person incapable of resistance, forcing them to obey its master's orders. It's even more magical than a witch's magic!"
Everyone was attracted by his words and gathered around him, their eyes full of curiosity and amazement:
"Really!"
"My wife has been very cold to me lately, and I need it."
“So does my husband!”
Emma pulled John's clothes and whispered, "Hey, John..."
John ignored Emma completely, becoming even more complacent as he continued to exaggerate, "It's said that anyone touched by that item will fall into a state of being unable to extricate themselves, at the mercy of others. Even the most determined warriors will be forced to kneel and beg for mercy!"
The atmosphere of the party was ignited by John's exaggerated rumors. People whispered and talked about it, full of curiosity and yearning for Opesa's new props. John, on the other hand, was secretly proud of himself, watching his plan succeed, and raised his glass to take a sip.
"——What could be so miraculous?"
An arrogant voice echoed, and the chatter instantly died away, like a candle flame. The lord, dressed in an exquisite leather suit, stood beside his elegant wife, arm in arm. As they entered the banquet hall from the entrance, the lord stroked the back of his wife's well-maintained hand. "Is this really that interesting?"
Upon seeing the lord, John and Emma saluted. John said, "Yes, lord, that thing is the most amazing thing I have ever seen. It looks like a torture tool, but it is even more torturous than those tools."
The lord was short and fat, his face thick with flesh. His small eyes gleamed with greed and evil. "Oh, it's really good." He glanced at the woman who stood aside, expressionless but slightly pale. "Madam, perhaps we should go and take a look."
He usually likes to collect all kinds of strange things, and he couldn't stand John's exaggeration. He immediately became interested and announced that he would visit Opesa's shop the next day.
John chuckled smugly.
Opesha, let’s see what you are going to do this time.
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