Two stylishly dressed modern ladies got out of the car one after another, without even looking at the doorman, and walked straight into the revolving door.
Although Alan's white skin, blue eyes, and high nose made it difficult for Huang Wanzhen to identify him, the bandaged left arm made Huang Wanzhen recognize him immediately. "Sir Alan!"
Three men in suits walking in the lobby paved with creamy white Italian marble stopped and turned around when they heard the words "Sir Allen".
"Oh?! Oh my God! It's Miss Huang. It's such a pleasure to see you here."
Huang Wanzhen pulled Song Wenyin forward and said with a smile, "What a coincidence! I didn't expect to see you here."
Alan stretched out a finger and shook it. "Oh! Miss Huang, what a coincidence! I work here."
As he spoke, he turned around and introduced Huang Wanzhen and the other person, "These are my two colleagues, Henry and Erwin."
Huang Wanzhen quickly extended her hand. "Hello! If I remember correctly, you're also a good friend of Miss Bella's. But I heard you work at the International Newspaper. I even read the report you wrote about the auspicious dragon and phoenix glass skirt you made for our shop."
Henry obviously had a expressionless face. Even though Huang Wanzhen said a lot, he still had no expression on his face and said nothing. However, he still politely extended his hand and shook hands with Huang Wanzhen.
"Haha! Henry wrote a report? This is the best joke I have heard this year! Bella must have been playing a trick on you. You girls are so funny, how could you believe it?!" Alan leaned his tall body on Erwin's shoulder and laughed non-stop.
Erwin had an Asian face, and Huang Wanzhen looked Chinese. Sure enough, after Huang Wanzhen shook hands with him, he didn't speak English, but instead said in Chinese, "Hello, Miss Huang. My Chinese name is Chen Baichuan." After a pause, he explained in a gentle voice, "Henry is only a shareholder of the International Newspaper and has no involvement in its management."
Huang Wanzhen nodded as if she suddenly understood, and then introduced Song Wenyin who was beside her.
While introducing them, Alan was still laughing, and was pushed away by Chen Baichuan in disgust.
Upon learning that the two were looking for a shop, Chen Baichuan introduced them to someone and then said goodbye and left.
Senior manager Zhou Chumin directly brought two large piles of information, found the ones related to the French Concession, and let Huang Wanzhen and Song Wenyin look at them themselves.
"This is a good one. It's between Ruijin Road and Hengxiang Road, not far from where I rent a house." Huang Wanzhen pointed to a shop listed in the information.
Song Wenyin leaned forward and said, "Let me take a look."
The shop at No. 53 Father Lao Road is also a two-story building with a brick-concrete structure and Baroque style. The exterior walls have a majestic and gorgeous visual impact due to their curved lines and carvings.
The key point was that the shop's listing price was 8,700 yuan, but Zhou Chumin gave Huang Wanzhen a 10% discount, charging only 7,800 yuan, and he didn't ask for a service fee. Huang Wanzhen suddenly felt that it didn't matter if Allen laughed at her. He could laugh if he wanted to.
Huang Wanzhen and Song Wenyin didn't expect that the shop would go so smoothly. They found a shop before they even bought the necessary things. The two of them had to act separately, one to take care of the decoration and the other to purchase the things needed to open the shop.
Huang Wanzhen bought a set of clothes for making cosmetics such as lipstick and soap, and placed them in the room in the northeast corner of the second floor. Because she was too busy and could not delegate the task of searching for materials to others, Huang Wanzhen could only call Yuya and Haimi into the room, signed a paid confidentiality agreement with the two, asked them to memorize the proportions of each formula, and taught them step by step for a few days. After they became familiar with the process, they went to the cosmetics market.
Although homemade cosmetics are low-cost, they are not complete. Huang Wanzhen ran around the cosmetics market for a few days and found the same foreign brands and domestic brands that Beijing Jixiangtang usually uses. She bought a lot of eyebrow pencils, eye shadows, white jade creams, yellow rouge, goose egg powder, hair oils and hairsprays.
That day, Huang Wanzhen took a break from her busy schedule and went to take a look at the shop on Father Lao Road. From a distance, she saw the parasol outside the shop. Song Wenyin was leisurely drinking coffee and reading a book under the parasol.
Huang Wanzhen thought this was good, at least she still knew how to study. When she returned to Beijing, she would take the final exams without having to cram at the last minute. But when she got closer, she saw that Song Wenyin was reading "Illustrated Magazine". Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes and said, "Miss Supervisor has a good life!"
Song Wenyin turned around and saw her, then put down the white porcelain coffee cup with a smile, "Come and sit down! Let Mother Wang pour you a cup of coffee."
Huang Wanzhen folded her arms and squinted at her. "You don't even care about your own business, and you're slacking off behind my back. You're really good!"
The profit sharing arrangement at the Buteford Company in Shanghai was different from that in Beijing. Song Wenyin took 40% of Linglong Pavilion's business, while the rest of the business was increased from 10% to 20%. When the contract was signed, Song Wenyin smiled and offered to raise the rent for the shop for Huang Wanzhen, saying that 50 yuan a month was too little. Huang Wanzhen, fearing she would regret it, refused and kept the previously agreed rent of 50 yuan a month, which was written into the contract.
Look how good it is. After just a few days, he already started to slack off.
"Don't be in a hurry to lecture me. You'll know when you go in and take a look." Song Wenyin was not angry after being told by Huang Wanzhen. She picked up the coffee with a smile and took a sip.
Huang Wanzhen walked into the shop out of curiosity and saw Cao Shigen wearing a white shirt and directing the workers. Before Cao Shigen noticed her, Huang Wanzhen quickly covered her face and retreated.
"How about it? Free labor, no money required!" Song Wenyin gave Huang Wanzhen a smug look.
Huang Wanzhen walked up to her and pulled her hand without saying a word, "Let's go buy some fabric."
The Cao family's Ruifeng Dyeing and Weaving Factory was located in Xuejiagang, Hongkou, in the International Settlement. Huang Wanzhen saw two dyeing and weaving factories along the way, not to mention entering this area. "There are a lot of dyeing and weaving factories here."
Before Song Wenyin could say anything, the driver in front replied with a smile, "Yes! This area is full of merchants from Zhejiang. Everyone is together, forming a scale, which is easy to attract business."
Huang Wanzhen nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, so that's it."
When they arrived at the Ruifeng Dyeing and Weaving Factory, the gatekeeper saw that it was the Cao family's car, so he opened the door and the driver drove straight in.
Song Wenyin pulled Huang Wanzhen out of the car and walked straight to a row of white bungalows in the north. It was obvious that they had been there before.
"Cousin! This is my best sister, Huang Wanzhen. She's going to open a shop in the French Concession and wants to buy some fabric from our factory. Can you take us to the warehouse to pick some?"
The man in blue overalls looked at Song Wenyin in silence. "What? Your best friend? It's only been a few days, and you've made a best friend in Shanghai?! Your friends in Beijing would cry if they knew you said that."
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