Everyone's attitude suddenly became much better. Mrs. Su showed a hint of closeness and even took the initiative to offer her phone number.
In short, Huang Wanzhen’s trip today was not in vain, and she gained a lot.
Huang Wanzhen struck while the iron was hot and took half a day off the next day. She went straight to the telephone office carrying a large gift bag of cosmetics.
"Sister Huang, why are you here? Just call me if you have anything." Mrs. Su was wearing a gray dress today, which looked much more mature than the one she wore yesterday.
"I've brought you some cosmetics. There are five shades of lipstick. You can try them out and see which one suits you best. We've also introduced a new style of manicure, and Su Jingyi has already reserved one. Take a look. If you like it, feel free to come to Jixiangtang at the end of Dengshikou Street to get it done."
Speaking of this, Huang Wanzhen felt a sense of urgency in her heart. She wanted to go back immediately to order a plaque for the auspicious hall.
"It would be great if I had a phone. You could call me then and I would send someone to your home to provide service, so you wouldn't have to make another trip." Huang Wanzhen said with a hint of regret on her face.
Mrs. Su took Huang Wanzhen's arm and said, "Come on, follow me to the window to add the order. I'll have them come to your door tomorrow and put it in for you."
Huang Wanzhen feigned happiness, covering her mouth with her hands and laughing, "Thank you, Mrs. Su."
Mrs. Su smiled and patted her shoulder. "You are Jingyi's good sister. It would be awkward to call her Mrs. Su. Just let her call you sister-in-law."
Huang Wanzhen readily agreed, "Sister-in-law!"
"Hey!" Mrs. Su was also a sociable person, and she responded with a smile.
Don’t even mention it, it’s so popular to go through the back door. Others have to wait for three months for a call, but Furongju, oh no, it should be called Jixiangtang now, only took one week to get through.
After the call was connected, Huang Wanzhen immediately called Shen Junyan, told him the number of her own store, and invited him to come over and play when he had time.
"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days. I'm really impressed by you. You installed a phone so quickly?" Shen Junyan's teasing voice came from the receiver.
Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "Thanks to you, I got to know Mrs. Su."
"Hey, please don't make me sound so old. I'm not even thirty yet!" Shen Junyan continued with a smile, "You have to treat me to a meal when you have time! I'm so lucky. Thanks to me, I found you a female Xingyiquan master. She doesn't have a phone number, so please write down her address."
Huang Wanzhen quickly took out the small notebook she carried with her and quickly wrote down the address Shen Junyan mentioned.
"No. 74 Hulu Street, Dongcheng District?" Huang Wanzhen repeated.
Director Anthony went to the operating room, leaving Shen Junyan alone in the office. He rubbed his lower back, pulled up a stool and sat down. "The master's name is Chen Yumei, the daughter of Master Chen. Her family situation is a bit special. If you think you can accept it, just pay the tuition. If you can't accept it, don't be rude, just leave."
After a pause, Shen Junyan's voice started again, "Well, the current Master Chen has a bit of a temper. If you offend her, you might get beaten. So you should be patient and just observe her skills. Don't ask about her personal matters."
Huang Wanzhen, who hadn't originally wanted to ask about other people's personal affairs, immediately became curious when she heard him say that, and asked, "What's going on?"
Shen Junyan thought for a few seconds and thought it would be better to let Huang Wanzhen know the inside story in advance. "Master Chen has four daughters and one son. Master Chen is now his eldest daughter, and the other three daughters are already married. Now, the Xingyi martial arts school is only supported by Master Chen and her younger brother who is less than ten years old. There will inevitably be some gossip. Although Master Chen is a woman, she is a martial arts master, but her temper is a bit..."
"Hey! People with real skills are bound to have a bad temper. There are very few female masters nowadays. If you can't accept Master Chen Yumei, I have a male master who teaches Xingyiquan here. He is the eldest disciple of Master Chen. His name is Li Xiuke."
Huang Wanzhen said quickly, "I'll go to No. 74 Hulu Street to see Master Chen Yumei first. If that doesn't work, I'll ask you for Master Li's contact information."
"Okay, you decide. Let's not talk about it anymore. I have to go prepare the equipment for the next operation." Shen Junyan hung up the phone in a hurry.
Huang Wanzhen hung up the phone, covered it with the phone cover made by Xiuqing, then took out the account book and started to calculate the accounts.
"Miss, do you really want to buy the business next door? We have only been open for a short time. Aren't you afraid of losing money if you invest such a large amount of money?" Xiulan asked with some concern.
Huang Wanzhen was seriously calculating the bills on a piece of paper. Upon hearing this, she simply nodded. "Well, it just so happens that we rent a place at the end of the street, next to Pigeon Alley. I asked around, and the rent in the alley is much cheaper, only thirty yuan a month."
Xiulan did the math and said with a worried look on her face, "The rent alone would be ninety dollars a month, enough to hire ten or so people."
Huang Wanzhen shook her head. "You can't hire someone with skills for that little money. Let's put up the recruitment poster first, wait for people to come, and then discuss the salary. I estimate that each person will get at least ten yuan."
Xiulan wanted to say something to persuade the young lady to give up the idea of expanding the shop, but she took a rag and wiped here and there, circling around Huang Wanzhen.
Just as I was thinking about what to say, I suddenly saw the young lady exclaiming "Ah" with a look of joy on her face.
"What's wrong? Is the account wrong?"
"We got it, Xiulan, we got it!" Huang Wanzhen excitedly grabbed Xiulan's arm and shook it hard.
Xiulan was so flustered by Huang Wanzhen that she asked quickly, "Miss, what's wrong?"
"We made two hundred and seventy-three dollars and fifty cents a month!" Huang Wanzhen tried hard to lower her voice so as not to shout out loudly. This is a shop facing the street, and it would be bad if it attracted people.
But Xiulan could still hear Huang Wanzhen's excitement from her trembling voice.
"Really? So have we taken into account rent, fabric, sewing machines, and other expenses?"
Huang Wanzhen nodded, then shook her head. "I didn't include the sewing machine, but everything else is included. This is net profit."
Xiulan hurriedly asked, "Miss, please calculate again, including the sewing machine, and see how much you earned."
Huang Wanzhen tapped Xiulan on the head with a pen. "Don't worry! Even after deducting the money for the sewing machine, it's still two hundred yuan!"
"Miss, you are mighty! Miss, you are wise! Miss, you are amazing!" Xiulan said all the words she could think of to praise her.
The more money she earned, the more she spent. On Sunday, Huang Wanzhen came to No. 74 Hulu Street wearing a knee-length cotton gown, pants and thousand-layer cloth shoes.
Half of the gold paint on the plaque on the door, which read "Xingyi Martial Arts School", has fallen off, making it look a bit shabby.
"Squeak—" The door was not locked. Huang Wanzhen raised her hand, pushed open the wooden door, and walked in. "Is anyone there?"
After a sound, a little girl about ten years old came out of the house, "Who are you?"
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