Chapter 7

Song Shu also bought several large notebooks the size of A4 paper, and some pencils and ballpoint pens.

But Uncle Fu didn't have any tools like a ruler, so he couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Fu, where can I buy tools like a ruler nearby?"

Uncle Fu looked at what Song Shu bought and asked, "Why did Mrs. Chen buy these things?"

Song Shu explained, "I plan to open a clothing store in the front room."

She had no intention of hiding it, and Uncle Fu lived next door to her store, so he would know about it even if she opened a store later.

Uncle Fu was surprised for a moment and then said calmly, "If you want to buy these things, you should be able to find them around the Daimaru Department Store a few blocks away. There are many clothing design stores there."

After hearing the thanks, Song Shu took Jia Hui's hand and walked towards the Daimaru Department Store, thinking about what Uncle Fu said as she walked.

At this time, Hong Kong's economy was developing rapidly, people's living standards were improving, and the demand for clothing was rising sharply, which gave rise to many designers.

It is both an opportunity and challenge as well as a development opportunity for her.

When Song Shu arrived at the street where Daimaru Department Store was, she felt as if she had arrived in modern Hong Kong.

There are more people on this street, white-collar workers in white shirts and black skirts, elites in suits carrying briefcases, ladies in suspenders happily shopping with shopping bags, and handsome guys in ripped jeans and denim jackets.

The moment they passed each other, Song Shu thought they would take out their smartphones to share what happened today with their friends.

Not to mention the various brand name shops with bright windows on this street.

Looking at these scenes, Song Shu did not flinch at all, but instead felt full of fighting spirit.

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Song Shu chose a shop and walked in. Inside, they sold all kinds of design tools, as well as mannequin stands displaying various clothes.

Song Shu asked the clerk to help her select the cheapest design tools. She turned around and saw a damaged mannequin thrown aside. She asked, "Do you want to sell this mannequin?"

The clerk took a look at the fake doll and said, "This doll is a little damaged. If you don't mind, I can sell it to you at half price."

Song Shu didn't mind at all. It was just a little damaged, but it wasn't unusable. She nodded quickly and said, "Let's calculate the price together."

Finally, including the fake doll, Song Shu spent more than 100 Hong Kong dollars to buy everything.

Before leaving, the beautiful and youthful clerk with makeup asked curiously, "Are you a fashion designer?"

Song Shu nodded seriously, "It will be soon."

The clerk looked a little confused after hearing her answer. If it's yes, it's yes, and if it's no, it's no. How can there be a "fast yes"?

But she didn't say anything, instead she picked up a colorful flyer and handed it to Song Shu, "Then you can sign up for this youth fashion design competition."

Song Shu's eyes lit up when she heard her words and she took the flyer and started reading it.

The clerk next to me was still talking, "This youth fashion design competition is open to anyone in Hong Kong who is of the appropriate age, regardless of their social status, and it is organized by the British government."

As Song Shu listened to her words and looked at the flyer in her hand, she became excited and decided to sign up for this design competition.

Originally, a designer would sell her clothes only after she became famous, because without fame, no one would buy the clothes she designed.

Song Shu has no choice but to open a clothing store. Now there is a design competition, which is organized by the British government and many celebrities in Hong Kong have provided financial support. This is an opportunity for her to gain fame.

Besides, the first place winner will receive a prize of HK$500,000. That’s HK$500,000.

Song Shu looked up while holding the flyer and thanked the clerk, "Thank you so much. I didn't even know there was such a competition before."

The clerk didn't care much and waved his hand, "It's just a small matter. You can take this flyer."

Then he casually said, "Maybe if I hand out this flyer, you will become famous as a designer in the future, and I can brag about it to others."

After hearing this, Song Shu curled her lips and stared at her, "Then I will definitely not let you brag to others. When I become famous, I will definitely design a set of clothes for you."

The clerk shook her head as she looked at the back of the mannequin, whose clothes were not fashionable and even a bit plain, and whose figure was shaggy. But then she remembered her bright eyes when she said those words just now. At that moment, she magically felt that she could do it.

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Song Shu carried the mannequin weighing about 40 kilograms and walked on the street, letting Jiahui follow her by holding the corner of her clothes.

The little girl also had a small bag in her hand. If Song Shu hadn't forbidden, she would have helped her carry all the things.

After finally walking back to the familiar street, Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief and encouraged Jia Hui as she walked: "Jia Hui, come on, we'll be home in just a short distance."

"Come on." Jiahui puffed up her rosy cheeks and shouted.

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Song Shu suddenly felt her hands lighten and her vision widened. She looked up and saw that the doll she was holding in both hands was easily lifted up by the man in front of her and held at his waist with one hand. The bag in her hand was also lifted up by him.

After receiving the things, the man bent down and picked Jiahui up with his other hand. He looked at her with a teasing look in his eyes, "From a distance, I saw someone walking like a sick chicken. I thought it was someone else."

After saying that, he turned around, picked up the things and held Jiahui in his arms, and walked home with big strides.

After hearing what he said, Song Shu couldn't help but rolled her eyes at his back and muttered, "Do you think everyone is a big guy like you?"

After saying that, she rubbed her sore hands and followed him.

But the man's legs were much longer than hers. When she reached the door, the man had already put his things away and came out again. He was standing by the door talking to someone, with several bags of lime and sand piled beside him.

Song Shu glanced at the people who were talking to him. In addition to the familiar Awen and Shitou, there was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. Judging from his attire, he should be a plasterer hired for renovation.

The other one looked to be about twenty years old, the same age as them, but he was wearing a police uniform and had taken off his police hat and was holding it in his hand.

When Song Shu first saw the police officer in police uniform, she was shocked. Her first reaction was that Chen Zonghao must have done something bad and was picked on by the police officer.

But looking at the way they communicate, they are as familiar as brothers, and some people would believe they are sworn brothers.

Song Shu was a little confused for a moment. Did Chen Zonghao know this policeman? In an instant, the Hong Kong movie "Infernal Affairs" that she had watched before flashed through her mind. Was the policeman a corrupt cop or was Chen Zonghao an undercover agent?

At this time, Chen Zonghao raised his eyes and glanced at her. The others noticed his action and looked over at her. Awen Shitou was the first to speak and called out, "Second sister-in-law."

The voice is so loud that it is hard to ignore it.

The young man was confused when he heard their address. Shitou, who was standing next to him, pushed him and said, "Silly, this is Hao's wife. You can call her Second Sister-in-law."

Song Shu looked at the sir with disdain, nodded her head, smiled at her, and said loudly: "Hello, second sister-in-law, I am Ah Hao, Hao's brother."

Song Shu could only pull up the corners of her mouth awkwardly, "Hello, would you like to come in and have a glass of water." But in her heart, she was thinking that this Ah Hao was also briefly mentioned in the book, and in the end, he developed well with the male protagonist.

"No need, sister-in-law."

"Okay then. I'll go in first."

While they were chatting, the other person stood aside with his arms folded, as if he didn't notice her discomfort at all and had no intention of helping her out.

After Song Shu exchanged greetings with them, she walked into the house. She could still hear Shitou's voice behind her. "Haozi, do you know that when Awen and I came here last time, our second sister-in-law gave us two big apples? It's a pity that you were not here."

The voice sounded quite proud. Song Shu staggered for a moment. She didn't know what was so great about it and quickened her pace.

Following the sound of footsteps, Song Shu walked to the back room. Jiahui, who had arrived home earlier, came over to her with a cup half filled with water.

Song Shu took it, rubbed her head, drank a sip of water, and then looked up at the man who followed in.

The man looked at her and asked, "What apple?"

Song Shu listened and said casually: "Oh, it was yesterday when Ah Wen and his friends sent money and I gave them two pieces of fruit."

The man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Song Shu said righteously, "They are not your brothers."

Chen Zonghao looked at the people in front of him, thinking of how she had just greeted them naturally despite her embarrassed expression, without any disgust or dissatisfaction.

Song Shu didn't know what this person was thinking, so she asked curiously, "Is that sir your brother?"

Chen Zonghao heard what she said and looked at her expression to know what she was thinking. He stretched out his index finger to touch her head and pushed her away, "Don't let your head let you think about those nonsense all day long. Ah Hao is a friend I have known since childhood."

"Oh." Song Shu stretched out her voice, complaining in her heart. She didn't let her imagination run wild all day long. She thought that the hero in the book might have been an undercover agent of the police in order to get ashore.

Chen Zonghao curled his lips, turned around, picked up Jiahui and spun her around to make her giggle, then spoke again: "I found a cement worker, and with Ah Wen and Shitou, we can paint the walls in the next two days and replace the floor with wood. I saw other clothing stores doing the same."

Song Shu looked at the man with his back to her and didn't know what to say for a moment. This man had thought of every aspect, even taking care of the floor which she didn't mention.

The voice in my ear continued, "You and Jiahui should not go out these two days. There is a lot of dust."

Song Shu asked casually: "What about lunch and dinner?"

The man turned around and glanced at her, his eyes revealing what you said, "There are a lot of restaurants outside."

Song Shu nodded obediently, okay, as long as he has a deep understanding of her cooking skills.

"That." Song Shu didn't wait for the man to turn around, and raised her hand to speak again, "Boss, but I have to go out with Liang's wife this afternoon to buy some fabrics."

The man looked at her in confusion, "I didn't break your legs."

Song Shu replied fearlessly, "Didn't you just tell me not to go out for the next two days?"

It seemed that his performance was different from that in the book, and Song Shu couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Heh." The man sneered at her and walked out of the living room.

The footsteps faded away, and Song Shu watched the man walk out speechlessly because of her anger.

He lowered his head and looked Jiahui in the eye, then complained to her in a low voice, "Jiahui, your second uncle is such a fickle man."

Jiahui blinked and nodded, "Yeah."

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At the door, Chen Zonghao came out of the house and said to Awen and the others, "I'm sorry to bother you these two days."

Shitou patted Awen's arm and said, "Brother Hao, you are too polite. Who are we? We are sworn brothers, right, Awen?"

After being slapped a few times, Awen turned around and gave Shitou an elbow, "Shitou is right."

Ah Hao beside him ignored Ah Wen Shitou who was making a fuss and walked over to Chen Zonghao who was standing against the wall. "Brother Hao, I'm leaving first. I'll help look after your shop from now on."

Chen Zonghao gave him a cigarette and said, "Thank you."

Ah Hao took it, lit it and took a puff of the cigarette, "It's nothing, Hao brother has helped me a lot in the past."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Ah Hao patted Chen Zonghao's arm before leaving, "Brother Hao, my second sister-in-law is a good person."

After saying this, Ah Hao didn't say anything else, he knew that Brother Hao understood what he meant.

Awen and Shitou looked at each other in confusion, and was about to speak when he saw Hao Ge who had been in a daze since Hao left.

Chen Zonghao stood up and looked at them, then said lazily, "Look, work has started, you poor fellow."