Shen Junyan wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, it seemed to be true. "I'm sorry, Yanzhi, I crossed the line. She might be my most successful patient. Whenever I see her, I feel particularly happy. I'm always afraid that my hard work will be wasted."
"Well, how about I help you with the night shift next month?"
Chu Yanzhi looked at him with disdain, "Not enough! We agreed that you owe me a favor! I originally wanted Huang Wanzhen to owe it to me, but now, she's giving you all the credit."
After saying that, he stood up and left without waiting for Shen Junyan's consent.
Huang Wanzhen rushed to Beiman Girls' High School. Her efforts paid off and she arrived at the classroom before the first class in the afternoon.
Seeing her panting, Song Wenyin asked curiously, "What have you been doing? Why are you so out of breath?"
"I forgot to take something, so I went back home." Huang Wanzhen said perfunctorily. Fortunately, at this time, the teacher came in with the textbook. Song Wenyin immediately sat up straight and stopped talking to Huang Wanzhen.
When Huang Wanzhen returned to the shop in the evening, she saw that a few employees could handle the situation, so she did not stay in the shop for long. She went straight back to her house in the backyard of Pigeon Hutong, took out the key from her pocket, opened the drawer, and took out a gun from it.
This Browning has a ten-round magazine and is quite large. Huang Wanzhen held it in her hand and gestured with it twice, then found a piece of white cotton cloth and wiped it carefully. Then she put the twenty bullets into her handbag, put the handbag into her schoolbag, and then put the handbag at the foot of the bed.
That night, Huang Wanzhen was reading a book while thinking about the Sunday salon. She was thinking about what gifts to bring to Shen Junyan and Chu Yanzhi. She thought, if she gave them more gifts, it would be easier to ask them for help when she encountered problems.
The next day, when Huang Wanzhen got up early to eat, she first scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and put it into her mouth, then skillfully opened the newspaper on the table. "Cough - cough -" Huang Wanzhen quickly covered her mouth to prevent it from spitting out.
Huang Dongshi hurriedly stood up and handed Huang Wanzhen a handkerchief, repeatedly asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you sick? Or is the food not to your liking?"
The noise attracted Yu Ya who was busy in the kitchen. She asked nervously, "Miss, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you again."
Huang Wanzhen pulled over a handkerchief, wiped her mouth, and waved to Yuya, "It's okay, my business card was in the newspaper, it was a bit unexpected, you can go and do your own thing."
Mrs. Huang picked up the newspaper and saw the names of Huang Wanzhen, the general manager of Butford Company, Xu, the chief justice, and the royal clothing designer of Governor Song's residence, Paul from China, and Liano from the East.
"Did you pay for this yourself? Editor Zhan is quite good at praising people. I don't know who Paul and Liano are, but after seeing this, I inexplicably feel that you are very impressive."
"Cough—cough—" Huang Wanzhen coughed hard twice and cleared her throat. "Mom, look carefully, this is not the Xinmin Daily, it's the Huaming Daily."
"Maybe Dr. Chu is unreliable and gave my business card to someone from the Hua Ming Daily."
Huang Dong retorted happily, "Why is it unreliable? I think the description of you is quite good. How great is that? You're also a celebrity in the newspaper."
At this point, Mrs. Huang didn't even bother eating. She took the newspaper and went to find Xiulan, asking her to go find a newspaper boy on the street and buy a few more copies to post in the store so that customers could see that her daughter was the official designer.
The matter was not over yet. When Huang Wanzhen arrived at school, many female students were holding newspapers and discussing the matter. When her classmates saw Huang Wanzhen coming, they pulled her aside and asked her if it was true.
"I did design the formal attire worn by Chief Justice Xu and Governor Song's family at the banquet, but the newspaper's description is a bit exaggerated."
"Hey? Isn't Song Wenyin's grandfather Governor Song? Now that she's here, we can ask her and we'll know, right?" Lin Qinghui turned around and started talking with other classmates, as if she didn't hear what Huang Wanzhen said.
"Yes, yes, Song Wenyin will be here soon, ask her."
"Butefu is such a strange name. Why not Jixiangtang? Jixiangtang sounds much better."
"Are you stupid? The name Buteford sounds so foreign. It sounds very powerful."
Huang Wanzhen actually knew the answer to this question because her business card had the name Butford Clothing Company printed on it.
But everyone was busy discussing among themselves, and no one wanted to ask Huang Wanzhen anymore, as they all felt that her answer was untrue.
After Song Wenyin came over, the gossip discussion in the class reached a climax, especially after getting Song Wenyin's affirmative answer, Huang Wanzhen became popular again, and many people asked her to design clothes for them.
While Huang Wanzhen was getting annoyed, Song Wenyin had already taken out a piece of paper and pen from her schoolbag. "Come and register with me. Master Huang is very busy. You all need to wait for your turn. Make an appointment with me first. The sooner you make an appointment, the sooner you can wear clothes designed by Master Huang."
Song Wenyin looked at the name on the notebook and couldn't help but feel happy. She nudged Huang Wanzhen beside her and said, "Wanzhen, you've achieved fame at such a young age. Don't be proud. Keep up the good work. In a few years, you'll definitely be able to catch up with Paul and Liano! I can also follow behind you and pick up some scraps to eat."
"What do you know? Paul and Liano are both masters of Western fashion design, and they are professionally trained. I am just an amateur, how can I be compared with them?" Huang Wanzhen was worried, always feeling that this reputation was unfounded and that there might be disaster.
Song Wenyin waved her hand nonchalantly, "They're not in China anyway, don't worry, they can't steal our business."
But the next morning, when Huang Wanzhen was still boxing, Little Stone stumbled into the yard with a stack of newspapers, "Oh no, Manager, look!"
Little Stone, who didn't usually read the newspaper, was only responsible for subscribing and picking up the newspaper for Huang Wanzhen. As a result, he missed being the first person to discover Huang Wanzhen's newspaper. This morning, Little Stone got the newspaper and immediately flipped through it, and he actually found an article about his manager.
Huang Wanzhen, upon hearing the noise, quickly withdrew her efforts and took the newspaper. She was truly a fame-seeker, misusing the term "imperial" in an attempt to elevate her status by associating herself with the royal family. This was sheer arrogance and sheer foolishness. Huang Wanzhen's corrupt practices, such as bribing newspaper professionals and deliberately exaggerating her own talents to gain false fame and profit, deserved to be condemned and despised by the world.
Huang Wanzhen read it casually and anger surged in her heart. Her brows were deeply furrowed, and the knuckles of her hands holding the newspaper had turned white.
"Manager Huang, this Hua Ming Daily is really bullying. Yesterday they were praising you to the skies in the newspaper, but today they're actually scolding you. They're really putting you on the spot."
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