Chapter 12

In the morning, Song Shu ate the breakfast bought by Chen Zonghao and continued to design clothes in the bedroom.

It was almost noon when Song Shu put down the drawings in her hand, stretched herself, and turned around to see Jiahui lying on the bed.

The little guy raised his two little feet, supported his chin with one hand, and flipped through the children's illustrations in his hand with the other hand from time to time, looking very comfortable.

As they spent a few days together, Song Shu found that Jiahui was becoming more and more comfortable in her presence, and was showing more of his childlike nature.

Thinking of the clothes I made for Jiahui last night, I picked up one of the pink puffy skirts hanging on the old suitcase and walked over. "Jiahui, do you want to try the skirt I made for you?"

Jiahui looked up when she heard the voice and saw the skirt her sister was holding. It was pink with lace edges and a big bow on the back. Her mouth was completely formed into an O shape.

"Ding ding ding, does it look good?" Song Shu took the skirt and spread it out, shaking it around.

Jiahui stood up beside the bed, looking at the skirt with sparkling eyes. After looking at it for a long time, she reluctantly looked away and looked up at Song Shu as if she didn't believe it and said, "Sister, is this for me?"

Song Shu looked at the little girl's excited red face, and without teasing her, she reached out and gently pinched her little face, "Yes, this skirt is Jiahui's, come here, sister will change it for you, okay?"

The little girl nodded violently, and the movement made Song Shu so worried that she might feel dizzy, so she immediately changed her skirt, feeling both amused and helpless.

While changing her skirt, Song Shu thought of something and said softly, "Jiahui, I'm telling you, except for me or mom, you can't let anyone else take off your clothes, not even your uncle. You can't let anyone touch you here and make you uncomfortable, not even me and mom..."

Although Jiahui didn't quite understand what Song Shu meant, she always remembered to listen to her sister and nodded obediently, "Okay, I remember, except for my sister and mom, you can't let anyone else take off their clothes..."

I repeated it obediently, and even though I spoke haltingly, I took note of Song Shu's words carefully.

Song Shu was very satisfied. She asked her to turn around and tied the bow on her back. She then added, "If someone does this to you, you must be brave enough to say 'no'. Come back and tell me, and I will have your uncle beat him up."

"Your uncle is so powerful, he can kill one person with one punch." Song Shu waved her fist and said seriously.

"Hehehe." The little man was amused by her and waved his fist, "Let uncle beat them up."

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and Chen Zonghao's voice came from behind the door, "What are you talking about and laughing so happily?"

Song Shu replied, "Wait a minute."

The voice at the door paused for a moment, then continued, "Oh, just to tell you, Liang's wife is here to see you."

"Okay, please ask Mrs. Liang to wait for a moment." Song Shu replied as she picked up the bow headband she made with the leftover fabric from her skirt last night and quickly made a princess hairstyle for Jiahui.

She looked at the little girl from left to right and nodded with satisfaction, "Jiahui is really a little princess."

The little guy covered his face shyly and said, "My sister is the eldest princess."

"You're so sweet." Song Shu picked her up and let her put on her shoes and put her on the ground, then opened the door for her. "Jiahui, go out first. Sister, change your clothes."

"Okay." Jiahui ran out and jumped, and threw herself on the calf of Chen Zonghao who was standing in the living room, and raised her head, "Uncle, look at what's different about Jiahui today."

Chen Zonghao lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, saying, "There's nothing different."

Jiahui became anxious when she heard what he said, and looked at him eagerly, "Uncle, please take a closer look."

She was so anxious that she let go of his legs and turned around, and the hem of her skirt danced with her like a little butterfly about to fly.

Seeing that she was getting anxious, Chen Zonghao stopped teasing her and said seriously, "She's wearing a new dress, and she has a beautiful hairstyle."

Jia Hui stopped spinning and carefully smoothed down her skirt. She nodded and boasted, "Yes, it was my sister who made me a princess dress and gave me a new hairstyle. My sister is so amazing."

After saying this, she raised her head, looking extremely proud, as if she was the most powerful sister in the world.

Before Chen Zonghao could say anything, Liang's wife who had just walked in saw the skirt Jiahui was wearing and couldn't help but praise her: "Oh, Jiahui, your skirt is so beautiful, like a little princess, Ah Shu made it so well."

Jiahui was a little shy when she heard the compliment, but she didn't hide behind her uncle this time. She stood there, holding the hem of her skirt and said "thank you."

Mrs. Liang looked at Jiahui in surprise. The child seemed to be more cheerful after following Ah Shu for a few days. She had seen her several times before, but she always followed her mother and didn't say anything.

When the people who followed Liang Sao heard what she said about the skirt, they couldn't help but look at the skirt the little girl was wearing.

Even though they used to make all kinds of clothing for factories, they have to admit that the design of this little skirt is quite novel and much prettier than some children's skirts on the market. In addition, the long skirt will surely attract the love of many little girls.

At this moment, their original worries about hearing that they were going to make a piece of clothing designed in China were suddenly reduced a lot. It seemed that it would take some skill to design that children's skirt.

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In the bedroom, after Song Shu waited for Jia Hui to leave, she closed the door and changed into a white sleeveless dress that she had made for herself. The dress was simple in design, only gathered at the waist, but once she put it on, the dress seemed to be meant to grow on her, and every inch of the cut fit her body shape.

Song Shu looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Her skirt had a round neck, revealing her slender neck. She picked up the comb and combed her long hair.

Last night, when she came back from a walk, she saw a hair salon and went in to get a T-shaped perm. But when she asked the price, she was told it would cost two or three hundred Hong Kong dollars, which is not much different from the price of perming hair in later generations.

Therefore, Song Shu stopped Chen Zonghao who wanted to pay, and only spent 20 Hong Kong dollars to let the master trim her hair, which originally grew to her hips, to waist level.

Fortunately, her original body's hair was the same as her later life's, with naturally good hair quality. When she let her hair down, it was not frizzy but extremely smooth. Song Shu narcissistically thought that she might be able to shoot a shampoo commercial.

After straightening her long hair, Song Shu heard the sound coming from the living room, so she opened the door and walked out.

Seeing a crowd of people standing in the living room, Song Shu realized again that she had to make money to buy a bigger house!

Seeing Sister Liang standing in front of her, Song Shu walked over and called out, "Sister Liang."

The people standing in the living room looked towards her when they heard the sound.

When Liang's wife saw Song Shu's expression, her eyes lit up and she kept praising her like it was free. "My goodness, Ah Shu has changed a lot in just one day. You are so beautiful. Your skirt looks good and you look even better."

Song Shu accepted the compliment from Liang Sao without any hesitation, "Liang Sao, you are in high spirits today."

The two of them praised each other for a while, and then Liang's wife introduced her to the group of people she brought with her: "This is Song Shu."

Then he turned to Song Shu and introduced the people he brought with him, "Ah Shu, these are the people you asked me to find. The one standing next to me is Ah Xiang's wife."

Song Shu looked at Ah Xiang's wife, who was wearing a work uniform. Although it was a little old, it was very neat. She looked a little reserved when she met Song Shu's gaze. "Boss, I'm Ah Xiang."

Song Shu smiled and said, "Hello, Sister A Xiang, just call me A Shu. You can all call me A Shu from now on. I haven't opened the store yet, so I can't be called a boss."

Song Shu said the last sentence jokingly to everyone, and everyone laughed for a moment, and the reserved atmosphere dissipated a lot.

At first everyone was shocked by Song Shu when she came out. When she came out, not to mention her appearance and figure that could qualify her for Miss Hong Kong pageant, her calm and confident aura that could not be looked down upon was enough to make people believe she was the daughter of some wealthy family.

Now when you hear her speaking, it makes you feel like you are in spring breeze, and it can instantly make you feel less awkward.

Sister Liang continued to introduce the rest of the people to her, "This is Sister Hua, Sister Zhang, Sister Wen, and Uncle Zhi and his daughter Lingling."

Song Shu checked the names one by one according to her words, and saw the last one, an old man who looked to be in his fifties, but with black hair. He wore glasses and had deep and sharp eyes. He nodded to her.

His daughter, who looked to be in her teens and had neatly cut short hair, smiled cheerfully, "Sister Shu, my father is just like that, he doesn't talk much."

The words contained some small complaints about relatives, but they explained the father's overly cold behavior. If it was a bad boss, he might have had some opinions in his heart.

But Song Shu didn't mind. She had met many difficult clients in the past. Moreover, although this uncle was cold, his eyes were clear. When her daughter was talking, he frowned helplessly, as if he was following her.

Song Shu said mischievously: "Azhibo seems to have a lot of personality, and I also have a lot of personality."

Everyone laughed for a moment.

Chen Zonghao held Jiahui and stood by, watching her talk to everyone calmly and confidently. Sometimes the hem of her white skirt swayed in a small arc as she moved.

After saying hello, Song Shu didn't waste time and went straight to the point. "I believe that the people recommended by Liangsao are all skilled. The labor cost for making a skirt is 5 yuan, 4 yuan for pants, and 3.5 yuan for tops... You can get materials from me according to your workload, and I will pay you according to the number of pieces you make every month. Do you have any objections?"

Everyone shook their heads after hearing this and were very happy in their hearts. This salary would be no less than the salary for working in the factory next month, and if they worked harder every day, the salary would be higher if they made ten pieces of clothing a day. Therefore, everyone happily accepted the job.

Seeing that they had no objection, Song Shu walked into the bedroom, took a few design drawings and a stack of documents from the table, and returned to the living room.

When Chen Zonghao saw the stack of documents, he couldn't help but glance at Song Shu. Every time he thought he knew her, she would always show more different sides of her.

Song Shu felt his gaze and looked back at him calmly. She also thought about disguising herself in front of Chen Zonghao, but the traces of her own twenty years could not be erased.

Last night when she went to the printing shop to have someone print a contract for her, the man looked at her several times. Song Shu pretended not to see it, and since he didn't ask her, she pretended to be confused.

Song Shu retracted her gaze and handed the documents to A Xiangsao and the others one by one. "If you all have no objection, we will sign this labor contract first. The contract details the calculation and payment of wages... Finally, you can't let anyone other than you and me have access to my design drawings. If someone leaks it, you will be held responsible."

After receiving the contract, everyone couldn't help but look at Song Shu in surprise. Her neat, efficient and considerate approach was much more formal than many bosses nowadays. Moreover, these female workers had not signed labor contracts when they entered the factory.

Everyone thought this approach was safe, but since no contract had been signed, they had some concerns. After all, none of them had a high level of education, and most of them could only barely read.

At this time, Lingling finished reading the contract and said, "There is no problem with this contract. You can sign it."

Not only was it fine and formal, but the contract also specified bonuses if certain monthly performance targets were achieved.

Holding the contract, Lingling couldn't help but look at Song Shu and admired her very much.

Before coming here, she was reluctant to let her father work so hard to make clothes at such an old age. Moreover, she heard that the clothing store was opened by a girl from mainland China and she designed the clothes herself, which sounded unreliable.

But Dad said he had to earn money to support her college education, and since he couldn't earn money as a laborer, he had to go back to his old job. Lingling had no choice but to accompany her father to visit.

Lingling explained the contents of the contract to everyone, and everyone felt relieved and signed the contract one after another.

After everyone signed the contract, Song Shu showed them the drawings of her design. "This is the clothing I need during this period. In addition to the denim skirt, this skirt looks like the one I'm wearing, this jumpsuit, and this suit... Take a look at which ones you are good at."

The design drawing not only showed the style of the clothes, Song Shu also marked the required sizes. She only chose two styles, sizes S and M based on the average body shape of Hong Kong women.

After looking at the design drawings, everyone couldn't help but admire the clothes designed by Song Shu, and each of them chose a drawing.

Except for the last suit, everyone can make the others.

The last suit was chosen by Azhibo. He adjusted his glasses and said, "I can do it."

Liang's wife said, "Ah Shu, let me tell you, Azhibo's craftsmanship is amazing. His grandfather used to make clothes for the emperor and his concubines in the Shangyi Bureau of the Qing Dynasty, and his father opened a famous tailoring shop in Shanghai. Azhibo learned the craft from his grandfather since he was a child."

Song Shu's eyes lit up when she heard this. She had never expected Azhibo to be so powerful. The Clothing Bureau, how could one get in without great ability? After all, it was a place where one would be beheaded if they did not do well.

After hearing this, Azhibo waved his hands solemnly and said, "Sister Liang is all in the past. Now I am too embarrassed to see the ancestors."

After Azhibo and his father came to Hong Kong, his father also opened a tailor shop. Business was good at first, but soon as Hong Kong's craftsmanship improved and more and more high-quality and low-priced clothes appeared, his tailor shop became increasingly declining.

After his father passed away, he just managed to support the business with difficulty. But after his wife passed away, he closed the shop. Later, he adopted Lingling and just made clothes for the neighbors he knew to make a living.

Seeing his expression, Song Shu didn't know what to say. She thought about waiting to see the suit he made before making any comments. She had very high requirements for the tailoring of the suit.

If Azhibo's craftsmanship turns out to be good, she plans to employ him for a long time and make plans for the future.

Seeing that they had chosen the design, Song Shu planned to turn around and drag over a few large bags of fabric from the corner of the living room for them to divide.

At this time, Chen Zonghao had already walked over and dragged the large bags of cloth over without much effort. After that, he continued to stand aside.

Song Shu looked at him silently, distributed the cloth to them, and everyone left one by one after taking their things.

Before leaving, Liang Sao glanced at Jiahui and slapped her head, then said to Song Shu and Chen Zonghao, "Aren't you two going to send Jiahui to kindergarten? Kindergarten is good, there's a lot of fun there, and it'll be easier when Ah Shu is busy."

Song Shu and Chen Zonghao looked at each other. It was over. They had no idea about this at all. Both of them had never raised a child, so how could they think about these things?

As soon as Liang's wife saw the expressions of the young couple, she knew what was going on. She couldn't help but find it funny and joked, "You really are a newlywed couple, but you can think about it now."

After saying that, Liang Sao turned and left, leaving the two people looking at each other in bewilderment, plus Jiahui who raised her head and looked left and right at the two of them.