Chapter 19
Kowloon Walled City is the most densely populated place in Hong Kong and even in the world, with the highest population density reaching 1.9 million people per square kilometer.
All the buildings here are built one after another without any gaps, tightly together like Lego pieces. Even the sun can't penetrate the ground floor, and it is normal to be active in the dark during the day.
There's a mix of all kinds of people here.
It is also the place with the highest crime rate in Hong Kong. There are poor families living here who cannot afford the rent in other places and have to live here; there are criminals wanted by the police who flee here and disappear without a trace like fish in the sea.
Some people use their own hands to open a small stall to make a living, while others sell powder and sex.
This can be said to be the place with the most broken order in Hong Kong. Later generations called it the Cyberpunk City, not only because of its architectural style, but also because this small village is a place where "the worldly order has collapsed" left behind in the rapidly developing Hong Kong.
Even though the Hong Kong government has made up its mind many times to clean up this place, the effect has been minimal. Not to mention the huge and chaotic population flow, the various forces entrenched here are a huge problem that gives people a headache.
Therefore, Kowloon Walled City was left behind like this. It is like a place independent of Hong Kong, which is under its control but cannot be controlled.
At this time, it was afternoon, and even though the sun outside was scorching the ground, people walking through the village only felt damp and cool.
Wherever you step, you'll either step on garbage or sewage.
Shitou kicked the garbage at his feet away while carrying a snakeskin bag. He turned around and saw that besides Awen following him, another man had stopped and was flirting with a woman in stockings and heavy makeup who was leaning against the door in the corridor.
Shi Tou Huo came to the ground and kicked a Coca-Cola can at his feet towards him. The can hit the man's trousers and the liquid that flowed out soaked his trousers.
The middle-aged man immediately jumped up, and the sparse hair on his head fluttered pitifully with his movements. The man kicked the can that hit his leg aside, took his hand back from the woman's leg, pointed at the stone and cursed, "You idiot, why did you kick me?"
Shitou glared, even angrier than him, and snorted, "Uncle Fei, you're still in the mood to look for a girl? Brother Hao is still waiting for us. If you delay Brother Hao's business, I'll fight you."
When the man heard his words, he shrugged and muttered, "Young people are really hot-tempered." He reached out and picked up the snakeskin bag that he had just placed aside and put it on his shoulder. This action made the hem of his short-sleeved shirt rise up, revealing a piece of flesh on his waist, which shook with his movement.
The man walked over carrying something and defended himself, "Shitou, what you said is wrong. How could your fat uncle delay Brother Hao's business? Don't you think he is like you by looking at his figure? I am just tired and want to rest."
As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his head with his hand and panted heavily.
Shitou turned around and walked again, carrying his things. He rolled his eyes and looked at his fat body, saying contemptuously, "Uncle Fatty, you will die if you eat less meat."
Fatty pulled up his trousers and stepped on the dirty water without any concern. He didn't avoid it like Stone Awen did. He shook his head after hearing what he said, "No, no, your Fatty will die if he doesn't have meat to eat."
"Oh, I'm afraid that if you continue to eat so much, you'll die even faster."
"Uncle Fat, don't walk so fast. I'll be waiting for you tonight." The woman behind him called out with a sweet smile under the neon sign.
When the fat uncle heard the voice, his whole body felt soft. He turned back and smiled as he walked away: "Wait, I'll find you tonight."
"Waiting for you." The woman gave him a wink.
"Hurry up." Shitou, who was standing next to him, got goosebumps all over his body, kicked Fatty and said in a disgusting tone, "Fatty, are you being decent?"
The fat uncle withdrew his gaze from the woman, patted Shitou's shoulder with his hand, and smiled obscenely, "Hey, you two young men, do you understand the gentleness of a woman?"
Shitou pushed his hand away and moved closer to Ah Wen, away from his fat face that was smiling obscenely, and said disapprovingly, "What's so good about women? What's wrong with you?"
"Hey, just because I say you are a young and foolish person, let me tell you how it feels like to be a woman..." The fat uncle narrowed his eyes and had a playful smile on his face, and his actions made him look like a big bad wolf who seduces people.
Shitou curled his lips and said, "Uncle Fei, if you go find a girl to have fun with again, I'll tell Sister Ting."
"Tsk, you little bastard, don't talk nonsense." Uncle Fat shrank his shoulders, and suddenly felt a toothache when he thought of that unlucky girl. "You kid, don't talk nonsense in front of your sister Ting. Uncle Fat is usually very good to you, but you are not a man to complain. "
Shitou shrugged his shoulders. "It all depends on your performance, Uncle Fatty. Why are you so manly afraid of Sister Ting?"
Shitou was feeling gratified in his heart, as he knew that what Fat Uncle feared most in his life was his only daughter, Sister Ting. If he made her angry, she would beat her father directly. They had witnessed several times howling in pain when Fat Uncle was beaten by Sister Ting.
But when he thought of Sister Ting's 1.80-meter-tall figure, which was stronger than other adult men and not like Uncle Fatty who was all flesh, Shi Tou couldn't help but shrink his neck. With his bamboo-like figure, he was not strong enough to be beaten by Sister Ting.
The three of them kept talking as they walked, shuttling back and forth in the narrow corridor.
Passing through the fried noodle stalls, pork stalls, barber shops, etc. located in the corridors.
This village is like a small city of its own, with various shops in the corridors. Even if you don't go out, you can meet all your life needs in the entire village, which is very convenient.
Every time he passed a store, there would always be one or two people who would greet Uncle Fatty, "Uncle Fatty, long time no see."
"Uncle Fei, where are you going? Would you like some braised pig's feet? I made it fresh today."
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The fat uncle responded with a smile, "Sure, sure. Leave me a portion of the pig's trotter. I'll eat it when I get home tonight."
Uncle Fat has lived in Kowloon Walled City since he was born, and has lived there for more than 40 years. To be honest, he knows how many new rats there are in the walled city, and he knows where every sewer leads to.
There was nothing in Kowloon Walled City that he didn't know, nothing that he was unclear about, and nothing that he didn't know.
Shitou admired him for this, "Uncle Fatty, you must be the gossip king of Kowloon Walled City."
"That's right, your uncle knows who pees in the village." Uncle Fat was proud, his eyes smiling, "Otherwise, your brother Hao wouldn't have asked me to work for him."
Shitou just nodded after hearing this. Awen, who was standing next to him, looked at Fatty and frowned at his greasy look.
I don't know why Brother Hao likes him. Although Uncle Fat is very familiar with Kowloon Walled City, he seems to be a lazy person and is involved in everything except white powder. He is not a reliable person.
But Awen no longer worried about the things he couldn't figure out. He just had to listen to Brother Hao. Therefore, even though he was not very confident about Uncle Fat, he would not say anything to him.
The three of them walked through a building with their own thoughts. When they turned and were about to walk through another corridor, they were suddenly blocked by a group of gangsters.
Five or six young men blocked the corridor, and suddenly the fat uncle and his two companions had to stop and look up at the people coming.
A gangster with dyed yellow hair and wearing a sleeveless shirt, revealing the blue dragon and white tiger tattoos on his arms, blocked our way and said, "Hey, this is not a stone. Ah Wen, our fat uncle, where are you going with those snakeskin bags on your back?"
Another gangster with a shaved head wanted to look through the snakeskin bag directly, "What is this? Let me show you, Brother Long."
"Get out." Shitou was not afraid of them. He glared, moved the snakeskin bag away, and shouted to the young and Dangerous boy: "Come on the street, come back to Brother Long, Brother Long, I only see a worm." , soft-footed insect."
"Shi Tou, what are you talking about? Are you looking for death?" When the gangster heard his words, his face turned red with anger and he stretched out his hand to push him.
"I'm afraid of you." Shitou pushed back with his chest, his attitude even more arrogant than his.
In a moment, the two men were about to start fighting, and Awen beside them also moved his feet to help Shitou block the other T man who wanted to fight.
Just when they were about to start a fight, Fatty's fat body nimbly squeezed in between the guys like a fish, and with a wave of the snakeskin bag on his back, he separated them, saying, "Hey, hey, hey, don't do it, guys, don't be so irritable, don't hurt Fatty, or else Fatty will have to rely on you for the rest of his life, and with my bad girl bag, you'll be sent to your house, and I'll say the same thing even if you judge in front of your big brother."
As he moved and spoke, several people separated. When they heard his words, they shuddered and thought of the image of his female sister Ting, and suddenly they felt pain in their bones.
Among the gangsters living in Kowloon Walled City, who doesn't know the fat uncle's precious daughter? Her body is more frightening than that of a man, and she is a good fighter. Any gangster who provokes her will be beaten by her until they cry for mercy. Who would be so stupid as to provoke her? Not only will he not win the fight, but he will also lose face.
Even if they go in front of the eldest brother, they are still the ones who get scolded, saying they are useless and can't even beat a woman, yet they have the nerve to complain.
Even if there were other insurgents, there was a young man who wanted to chop her with a knife, but Sister Ting turned around and picked up a pig-killing knife on the butcher's stall. The pig-killing knife was bright and she wielded it with great power.
He chased the young man and chopped him without mercy. That day, the whole Kowloon Walled City was filled with the young man's screams for mercy. If the fat uncle hadn't snatched the knife from him in the end, the man's hands would have been chopped off.
From then on, no one dared to provoke her anymore. The weak are afraid of the strong, the arrogant are afraid of the stupid, and the stupid are afraid of the desperate. Sister Ting is both strong and desperate, so they are scared of her.
Seeing that they didn't fight again, Fatty smiled and said, "That's right, let's talk it out."
Although the yellow-haired man withdrew his hand, he still looked unconvinced, "Uncle Fatty, it's not that we don't give you face, but we just want to see what you have on your back, it's nothing."
Shitou wanted to retort, but Awen pulled him back and said, "Don't act on impulse. Don't forget what Hao said to let Uncle Fei take charge."
As Ah Wen was talking, he saw the fat uncle nodding and saying, "Yes, yes, it's just a small matter, don't be angry."
The gangster felt his face was saved after hearing his good talk. He looked at Shitou arrogantly and said, "Uncle Fatty, if you want to be reasonable, you should behave like Uncle Fatty."
Although Shitou was angry because of his provocation, he did not attack again after listening to Awen's words. Although he had a bad temper, he was able to listen to advice.
Uncle Fat didn't get angry after hearing this, but nodded happily, as if whatever he said was true and he had no backbone at all.
But when the gangster reached out to open the snakeskin bag on his back, Fatty grabbed the man's hand and stopped him, still with a smile on his face, "Okay, okay, we are all gangsters, we still have to abide by the rules of the underworld, right? Young man, if you want to open Brother Hao's goods today, you will have to keep your hand if Brother Hao wants you to."
The gangster paused and his face turned pale. The other gangsters looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they usually fought for territory and would fight if they were dissatisfied, the most important thing for a gangster is loyalty. Loyalty is above all else for a gangster.
And those immoral people are like rats crossing the street and are the most hated.
The fat uncle held his hand, his eyes still smiling, his expression still so amiable, "Have you thought about it, do you want to reveal it?"
The fat uncle didn't use much force, but the gangster felt that his hand hurt so much that it seemed to be broken, and he pulled his hand back with a "swish".
"Oh, if you don't want to watch it, then Fatty will leave first. I'll meet you guys for a drink later." Fatty saw him pull his hand back, still smiling, and turned back to Stone Awen and said, "Go, go quickly, don't delay your Fatty when he comes back to eat pig's feet later."
The group of gangsters could not help but step aside, and the fat uncle and his two companions walked through them. Before leaving, they said goodbye to them cheerfully, looking like a pair of good brothers.
A group of gangsters watched them leave. One of them shook his head and said unconvincedly: "Brother, are you just going to let them leave like this?"
The yellow-haired man slapped him on the head and said, "What? You want your big brother to lose his hand? Go and run away." The anger that had nowhere to vent suddenly found an outlet.
The gangster who got beaten up felt extremely wronged, but seeing the expression on the boss' face he didn't dare to refute.
The yellow-haired man was angry but there was nothing he could do. Not to mention the warning from Uncle Fatty, he knew that Chen Zonghao was not someone to be trifled with. He had just stopped them out of ignorance because he saw that he was not around. If Chen Zonghao was there, he would not have dared to do so even if he had ten times the courage.
Chen Zonghao was also a fearless person. He had seen him fight with someone in the boxing ring until he was desperate. Even if the opponent only had one breath left, he would turn the tables if there was a slight chance, just like a wolf.
Here, Uncle Fei and the other two turned to another corridor. Shitou said admiringly, "Uncle Fei, I didn't expect you to be such a smiling tiger. You scared the yellow-haired guy silly with just a few words. It's just like what Brother Hao said, there is no such thing as a soldier without a knife."
Fatty Uncle was flattered by the compliments and waved his hands, "Hey, of course, I am Fatty Uncle. When your Fatty Uncle was traveling around the world, he was so powerful and his subordinates had their own gangs..."
Shitou didn't believe it. "Really? Uncle Fatty, you are bragging again, don't be careful or you'll hurt your old back. If you are so awesome, why are you still staying in this small village?"
The fat uncle grinned, the snakeskin bag on his back swayed, and he spoke wheezingly, "How can you talk like that, you bastard? Why do you call yourself a nest in this small village? What's wrong with Kowloon Village? This is where your uncle grew up, and there are so many romantic stories left behind..."
"Haha, these are all your romantic affairs, right? I want to tell Sister Ting about them."
"Look, a grown man knows how to complain."
Awen watched the two men quarreling, and Uncle Fat returned to his slick self again. Thinking back to when Uncle Fat came out to solve the problem just now, he began to understand why Brother Hao wanted to use him. He is truly a talented person who can bend and stretch.
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The three of them walked for a long distance in Kowloon Walled City before they walked out of the village, then headed towards the village houses near the sea, following a small path.
There are not many people in this village house. Most of the residents have moved out, leaving only three or four elderly residents.
Awen and the other two walked along the path for a while, passed a hillside, climbed up and down, and walked for a while before finally seeing someone standing against a broken wall.
Shitou was the first to happily call out, "Brother Hao."
Chen Zonghao heard the sound and came over. He threw the bottles of mineral water in his hand to them one by one, then reached out and took the snakeskin bag on Uncle Fatty's back and held it in his hand, "Uncle Fatty."
"Hey, Haozi." The fat uncle was so tired that he bent over, his hands on his legs and kept breathing heavily, "I'm really old and useless."
Shitou put the bag on the ground, squeezed out the mineral water and took a big sip before replying, "Uncle Fatty, you are fat and tired."
Uncle Fatty took a break and straightened up when he stopped panting. He squeezed out the mineral water and drank it. After taking a few big gulps, he said to Shitou, "Shitou, you are so bad at talking. You may not be able to get married."
Shitou didn't take it seriously, "Tsk, I don't need it."
The fat uncle shook his head, "You're just a fool."
Chen Zonghao stood aside and listened to Ah Wen's account of what had just happened. He looked up and said to Uncle Fatty, "Uncle Fatty, thank you for what you did just now."
Fatty waved his hands, "It's a small matter."
Chen Zonghao let them rest for a while before carrying the snakeskin bag to a small house next door. The house was no longer occupied and was empty. It even had no doors or windows, and some weeds grew inside.
After placing the snakeskin bag on the ground, Chen Zonghao untied the rope and saw a bag of assembled VCRs inside.
At that time, VCD and DVD had not yet been produced. It was not until the 1990s that the first VCD was produced and released in 1993, and the first DVD was produced in 1996.
At that time, video playback relied on VCRs. With the rapid development of various film and television industries and economic development, the market for VCRs became larger and larger.
A video recorder sells for more than 3,000 Hong Kong dollars in Hong Kong, and can be sold for as much as 5,000 yuan in mainland China.
Even though the price is high, with the reform and opening up of the mainland and the booming economy, the demand for video recorders is growing.
Many families can afford it if they grit their teeth, not to mention that various video studios have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. There are video studios in cities, small towns, and even in rural areas.
People who run video studios can make back the money they spent on buying VCRs within a period of time, so the demand for VCRs is huge.
Awen also opened his bag, and there was also a video camera inside. Together with Chen Zonghao's bag, there were about a hundred of them.
When Shitou opened his bag, he found boxes of videotapes inside. Shitou took one and said, "I haven't seen the movie Project A yet. I can sell it for a good price this time. Brother Hao is really capable. Otherwise, how could a rough guy like us build a video recorder?"
Most of these VCRs were built by Hao Ge himself, so they could only help with some small things. After all, those wiring was completely incomprehensible to those of them who had never been to school. If they made a mistake by accident, the VCR would be ruined. These things were very expensive, otherwise they would not be sold at such a high price.
The videotapes were also burned by Chen Zonghao based on the films. These videotapes would cost more than twenty yuan each on the market, but once the technology was mastered, the burning cost would be no more than three yuan, making it a totally profitable business.
Burning videotapes is not as difficult as assembling a VCR. They learned how to do it after Hao Ge taught them for a while. If they were fast, each of them could burn dozens of tapes a day.
The fat uncle next to him also nodded in agreement, and sighed in his heart that educated people are still amazing. You see, everyone knows that VCRs make money now, but except for those large companies and manufacturers that have the ability to produce, those who want to get a piece of the pie can only contract and build them, which is still considered good. Those who have no funds can only negotiate with the manufacturers to get a preferential price, and then resell them to mainland China.
People like Chen Zonghao who have their own skills only need to buy the original parts and assemble them themselves. No one makes a profit from the difference. He then sells them to mainland China and sets the price. Even if he sells them cheaper than the market price, he can still make a lot of money.
Uncle Fat followed Chen Zonghao because of this point. He knew at first sight that this man was not an ordinary person and would be able to soar if given a chance.
Chen Zonghao checked the video cameras, found no problems, and fastened them back on.
Ah Wen glanced at the sky and said, "It's still early now. The delivery person will come in the evening. Shitou and I will go buy some food."
Chen Zonghao nodded, "Go ahead."
After the two men left, Chen Zonghao leaned against a pillar, took out a pack of cigarettes, gave one to Fatty and then lit one for himself.
The fat uncle took a puff of cigarette and looked at the man next to him through the smoke. He had a broad and straight back and looked like someone who was not easy to mess with but was a righteous man. "I heard that you got married. Hey, the fat uncle hasn't even had a chance to drink at the wedding."
I heard that he married a girl from mainland China. Uncle Fei was not like those foolish young men who thought there was nothing special about girls from mainland China. For this daughter-in-law, it was enough to just be attracted to her. There was no need to go through so many twists and turns. However, I heard that Haozi did not go home that day, so the daughter-in-law still got married to Gongji.
Chen Zonghao held the cigarette in his hand and lowered his eyebrows, "I'll invite you to have a drink at your wedding sometime."
Uncle Fei raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Haozi was quite satisfied with his daughter-in-law. He said with relief, "Okay, Uncle Fei will be waiting for your wedding."
After Awen and his friends came back with the lunch boxes, the four of them ate and waited in the small house until dark. Then they carried the bags of things and climbed over another hillside, passed through reeds as tall as a person, and walked for a while to a low place where there was a small sheltered pier.
There was nothing at the pier except a small step made of two wooden boards. The water in the bay was not deep, so only a small wooden boat could enter.
The four cats waited there for a few minutes, and saw a small wooden boat wobbling in in the night. Chen Zonghao exchanged the secret signal from a distance and walked over after it was confirmed.
Three people jumped off the boat and called out to him, "Brother Hao."
One of these three people is from Chen Zonghao's side and works under him. His name is A-Po and he is responsible for transporting goods across the sea.
The other two people were hired by the boss of the consignee on the other side. They had cooperated several times and were familiar with the process.
Chen Zonghao didn't say anything more and let them check the bags of things. After confirming that they were correct, one of them handed him a big bag of money. Chen Zonghao then handed it to Awen and asked him to count it.
Ten minutes later, after the exchange, the boat left with several large bags.
Chen Zonghao is not worried about the problems on the waterway. After all, everyone has to make money in this day and age, and money matters.
Chen Zonghao and the other two did not stay there. They left with the black handbag and returned to Kowloon Walled City. They walked around and entered a building, went to the seventh floor, and then knocked on the door of 703 and went in.
The person who opened the door for them was a woman about 1.80 meters tall with a ponytail. When she saw the four of them, she greeted them, "Brother Hao, Dad, Awen Shitou."
Shitou and the others called out "Sister Ting."
Several people entered the house and closed the door. Chen Zonghao directly opened the black briefcase and distributed several bundles of money to each person. Each bundle contained about 10,000 Hong Kong dollars. After distributing them, most of the money was still left in the bag.
Shitou smiled widely as he took the money. "If I can save more money, I can move to a new house with my grandma."
Ah Wen also smiled, "Then I will support my sister to go to college."
The fat uncle smacked his lips and said, "Then I'll eat a few more pig's trotters."
A-Ting, who was sitting next to her, rolled her eyes at her father and said, "Be careful about your high fat content."
Chen Zonghao sat aside, putting his bag casually aside. He inexplicably thought of what the man said about making a lot of money and living in a big house. But according to this situation, this path was not long-term. He needed to consider a completely new path that would take him further.
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After Chen Zonghao left, Song Shu sat behind the cashier and read the fashion design book. However, after a few minutes, she couldn't concentrate on reading anything. She picked up the cup next to her and drank half a cup of cold tea to relieve her boredom.
I got up and hung the clothes on the empty hangers again. It was an hour later when I finished tidying up the store.
At this time, customers came one after another, but none of them mentioned the report. Song Shu thought that the impact of the advertisement might not have expanded yet.
Song Shu didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she received several female students in the evening. From what they said, it seemed that they were attracted by the advertisement.
The female students each bought a set of skirts. Before leaving, one of them joked to Song Shu, "Boss, your advertising slogan is really catchy. I can't forget it after reading it once."
Song Shu smiled when she heard this. At that time, she was influenced by a well-known advertising slogan in later generations, so she changed it and blurted it out. However, it is really poisonous and brainwashing.
Today's customer flow is greater than yesterday's. Song Shu opened her shop at eight o'clock and then closed it. Although the flow of people is greater at night, she dare not close the shop too late now because she is alone. She is thinking about hiring someone to help her after the shop is completely stable.
When the shop closed, Uncle Fu and his wife and uncle from next door came over to help her check. Song Shu was grateful but embarrassed and said, "Thank you so much, I can do it myself."
Uncle Fu waved his hand and said, "What's the trouble? It's not a trouble."
Liang's wife joked, "It's not a problem at all. Before Haozi left, he asked us to take care of you. He usually helps us so much, but this is the first time he bothers us."
After hearing this, Song Shu realized that the man had said hello to his neighbors before leaving, and she felt a warm feeling in her heart.
After closing the door, Song Shu went back to the back room, took a shower, locked every door, and then returned to her room.
Little Jiahui was half lying on the bed, flipping through the illustrations in her hands.
Song Shu walked over and sat on the bed. Chen Zonghao had been taking care of her most these days. Song Shu was busy running the store and had not had time to pay attention to her. So she started reading the picture book with her and asked, "Jiahui, how are you doing in kindergarten recently?"
Jiahui stopped flipping through the book, put her hands on her cheeks, and nodded, "Kindergarten is fun."
Song Shu nodded and asked gently, "Did Jiahui make any friends?"
Jiahui nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling. She stretched out a hand with her palm facing up, and then counted one by one, bending a finger every time she counted one. "In addition to Sister Zhuzhu, there are also Linlin, Jiayi, Baozhu..."
After counting, Jiahui looked at her with big eyes, "They all say that the skirt I wear every day is very beautiful, like a little princess." As she said this, she raised her hands and opened them to demonstrate how beautiful it is.
Jiahui put down her hand, stretched out her short hand to hold one of Song Shu's hands, and looked up, "I told them that my sister made all the clothes for me. My sister is amazing."
She looked as if she was the most powerful sister in the world and was very proud of herself.
Song Shu pinched her nose and said, "Thank you Jiahui for the compliment."
She knew that the clothes she made for Jiahui were very popular in the kindergarten. One time, Zhuzhu's mother asked her if she would consider selling children's clothes. Several mothers of little girls knew that she was familiar with Song Shu, so they asked her about it. Their children clamored to wear the same beautiful dress as Jiahui.
Song Shu accepted their order. Although she designed adult clothing in her previous life, she knew that the profit of children's clothing was not less than that of women's clothing, and might even be greater than that of women's clothing.
Therefore, Song Shu gave the clothing designs she had designed for Jiahui to the employees she hired and asked them to make children's clothing together.
The two talked for a while, and Jiahui, who had finished a day's study, fell asleep.
Song Shu covered her with the quilt, then sat down at the desk, opened her design book, turned to a new page, and took the "Hong Kong Youth Fashion Design Competition Flyer" to read it.
This fashion design competition is for women's clothing design, and the theme is "feminine beauty", which seems general and broad.
This was influenced by the awakening of women's aesthetic consciousness at that time. At this time, leggings were very popular in Hong Kong, mainland China and the world. There was even a saying: "No matter how high the official is, they all wear jackets; no matter how big the belly is, they all wear leggings."
Leggings have become a symbol of fashion and personality. Their design is close to the body, with smooth lines, which well depicts the female body lines. Wearing leggings means daring to show off one's figure, express one's personality and self, and liberate women from the constraints of aesthetics.
Therefore, the theme of this competition is in line with social trends.
Song Shu looked at the flyer and thought about the theme. When she went to buy fabric before, she bought a large piece of silk fabric dyed in ink. At that time, she had a vague idea.
She thought, her pen sliding unconsciously across the paper. There are many kinds of feminine beauty, some soft, some tough, some like water, some like a mountain...
Mountains and rivers, Song Shu thought of something, and suddenly an idea came to her mind. She picked up the pen and started drawing on the notebook.
I don’t know how much time passed. When Song Shu put down her pen, the street outside had become quiet. She rubbed her sore neck and stretched.
As soon as she relaxed, the surging sleepiness surged towards her like a tide. Song Shu struggled to put the draft together, then climbed onto the bed in a daze and fell asleep.
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Song Shu spent the morning in a state of chaos. She almost fell asleep and forgot to send Jiahui to kindergarten.
After all, this was Chen Zonghao's job in the past few days, and she had not yet formed physical memory. Fortunately, she was sent to kindergarten safely in the end.
I met Zhuzhu's mother at the kindergarten gate. Seeing her flustered look, I couldn't help but joked: "Why do you look like you've been in a fight when you're sending someone to school?"
Song Shu spread her hands helplessly, "I almost overslept."
Liu Ying was a little envious of her. These days, when she sent people to school, she met Chen Zonghao. Among so many parents who sent their children to school, he was the only rare male.
Others are either mothers or grandmothers, and it is very rare for them to find a man, just like the one in her family, who completely leaves this matter to her, as if it is a matter of course.
Liu Ying sighed, and thinking of a recent special feature that the newspaper was going to do while Song Shu was looking at her in confusion, she said to her, "I'm in charge of a supplement recently, which is probably reporting on the latest fashion trends. Yesterday I saw some reports about your clothes. I plan to interview you and the clothes you design in the next special feature. I wonder if you have time."
Song Shu's eyes lit up when she heard this. This was a free gift, an opportunity to further promote her clothing, so she nodded quickly, "When there is time, Sister Ying, this is a chance for me to advertise. Thank you so much."
Liu Ying also laughed, "I see your clothing store is doing well and has gained some fame."
Song Shu blushed after hearing this. She was not famous at all. She just relied on the gossip media to gain fame.
Liu Ying glanced at her watch and asked, "Are you free tonight? I'll come over to interview you after get off work."
Song Shu nodded, "There is time."
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After parting with Liu Ying, Song Shu walked back happily. Although the newspaper where Liu Ying worked was more formal and did not have as much traffic as gossip and entertainment newspapers, formality also had its advantages, as it represented professionalism and reliability.
Song Shu went all the way back to the store, opened the door, sat behind the cashier, picked up last night's design book, turned to last night's draft, and added some new ideas to perfect it.
At this time, the first customer came. She was wearing a formal women's suit and a floral scarf tied around her collar, which added a touch of playfulness.
The woman inspected the store and walked straight towards Song Shu. The sound of her high heels echoed in the store.
Song Shu stood up, looked at the strange woman in front of her and said politely: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
The woman looked at the woman in front of her through her round-framed glasses. As a professional habit, she quickly looked Song Shu up and down. Although she had seen her in the newspaper, she found that she was even more beautiful in person.
The woman stretched out her hand and said, "My name is Eve. You can call me Sister Eve. I am Tian Tian's agent."
Song Shu reached out and shook her hand, introducing her as "Song Shu."
Hearing her words, Song Shu was full of doubts. Tian Tian? That beautiful star, why did her agent want her to do anything? She seemed to have no connection with her.
Eve seemed to know what she was thinking and said directly, "You met at the racecourse the day before yesterday. Miss Song Shu, you have a lot of ideas."
Eve praised her. After all, she had seized the opportunity that day to use Mr. Zhang's fame to promote her own clothing. This could not have been done without being smart and decisive.
Song Shu accepted her compliment and looked at her. She didn't think her behavior that day had any impact on Tian Tian, so she needed her agent to come to her in a high-profile manner.
Eve couldn't help but admire the woman in front of her, who didn't show any change in expression even though she knew she was a popular celebrity agent, and she couldn't help but admire her composure.
If other people knew that she was an agent who helped popular stars become stars, they would definitely be happy to get close to her. Few people would be so calm.
Eve stopped beating around the bush and stated her purpose directly: "I came here to buy the dress you wore that day."
This was her main purpose, but there was no need for her to come in person. She was mainly interested in Song Shu's image in the newspaper after seeing it that day, as well as her method of hype.
But today, it seems like she has no interest in the entertainment industry.
After hearing what she said, Song Shu wondered if she bought the skirt for Tian Tian to wear. Maybe Tian Tian would go to the racecourse with Mr. Zhang again. Judging from the purpose of her agent's visit today, maybe a reporter would receive the news that day.
No matter what their purpose is, at least if Tian Tian wears her skirt, it will be beneficial to her. She is a popular female star. Even if a popular female star in the future wears a certain set of clothes, it will become a hit.
Even though there is no self-media in this era and the traffic is not that large, it should not be underestimated. After all, there are people like Joey Wong who can lead the trend by wearing a set of jeans.
Song Shu packed her clothes according to her size. Before leaving, Eve asked her, "Miss, do you have any thoughts on entering the entertainment industry?"
As she expected, Song Shu shook her head and refused, "No."
Eve didn't bother to argue anymore and took the clothes. She looked around the store as she left and found that many clothes in the store were suitable for a professional woman like her. The designs looked simple and elegant.
Eve wanted to buy a few pieces for a moment, but they looked like unknown brands. Brokers like them pay a lot of attention to their appearance, and when dealing with them, they have to dress up to show off. They usually pursue big-name clothes, so Eve took a look and then looked away.
After leaving the store, Eve admired Song Shu very much. On the one hand, the clothes she designed in the store showed that she was a talented person. On the other hand, she was able to seize opportunities to make money for herself. Such people are usually smart and know what they need.
When she thought of her hype methods, she thought of her artist Tian Tian.
Although Tian Tian is very famous now, which star would complain about being too famous? Sometimes, if a star wants to gain popularity and leave an impression on the public, he or she needs to hype himself or herself up through one thing after another, regardless of whether he or she is famous or not. Only when he or she is popular can he or she have more opportunities.
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