In the department store, the Jasmine counter was indeed crowded with customers asking questions, touching, and trying on clothes. It was quite lively.
But those who actually paid for it were more straightforward like Ding Panyun and the other older sisters. Most of them would carefully inquire and compare before cautiously buying one or two items.
Ding Panyun was a little anxious at first, and whispered to her son, "There are many people looking at it, but there should be fewer buyers."
Lu Qingyang, however, looked calm, and while arranging the samples on the hangers, he whispered:
"Mom, hurry up. People's living standards are just starting to improve. There's a lot of extra money in our pockets. Buying new clothes is a big deal, so we have to be careful. Our things are good. You can look at them, touch them, and remember them today. Just go and have some fun. When you have more money, you'll naturally come back for 'Jasmine Brand'. Good things are all behind us."
He glanced at the customers in front of the counter who were looking at him with curiosity and admiration, and felt very satisfied.
This first step was more stable than expected.
After the counter operation was on track, Lu Qingyang recruited two sales clerks who were quick-witted and eloquent. After training, he completely let go of the affairs of the department store and only supervised the general direction and new product decisions.
The focus of my life seems to have shifted back to campus.
The factories in Suicheng are operating in an orderly manner, and the two restaurants are doing a booming business and have a stable reputation.
Who would have thought that this young man, who was concentrating on thinking in physics class and burying himself in calculations in the library, could accumulate such a layout that no one else could know about in the midst of the noise.
Even Zhao Rui and Zhou Zhe always thought that "Xinweiju" was a business opened by a rich relative of Lu Qingyang's family, and they only went there to help out occasionally, so they often took leave.
Zhao Rui continued to work at Xinweiju. After a while, he didn't seem to have worked hard, but he looked much healthier.
The relationship between her and Lu Qingyang has become much more relaxed from the initial tit-for-tat. The sharp edge of her body has been smoothed out by the smoke and gas of the kitchen and the trivialities of waiter work.
Lu Qingyang never explained these misunderstandings and just smiled in response.
Now, most of my thoughts are focused on my studies again.
Physics is a profound and rigorous subject. Even if you have some talent, it is difficult to always stay at the top without hard work.
Laboratories, libraries, classrooms...their figures became regular and busy again.
Only when he occasionally received a call from Guangzhou or the store would he briefly switch back to the role of the decision maker, explain things in a few words, and then bury himself in the dense formulas and experimental data again.
The sunlight on the campus shines through the leaves of the sycamore trees, shining on this low-key and busy young man. It is so quiet that it seems as if nothing has happened.
Thanks to the helpers introduced by Lu Qingyang, Zhou Zhe can now not only have enough to eat but can even save some living expenses. He is truly grateful to Lu Qingyang.
I took over all the notes taken when Lu Qingyang was absent from class. Not only that, I also explained the lessons to him directly when I had time.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang said, "Actually, the hotel is short of staff."
"Then we are classmates helping each other."
This was the first time Lu Qingyang was choked by someone else's words. What he said did make sense.
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Although Zhao Rui's home is in Beijing, he seldom goes back. He usually lives in the school dormitory for the sake of freedom.
Ever since I started working part-time at Xinweiju to solve my dinner problem and even earn some pocket money, I have been going home less often.
That afternoon, I had just returned to the dormitory after class, and before I had time to sit down, I heard someone shouting in the corridor:
"Zhao Rui! Are you there? The Academic Affairs Office has a call for you. It's from your mother!"
Zhao Rui was stunned, wondering why his mother would call directly to the school.
With a reply, he quickly trotted across the campus to the Academic Affairs Office.
When I picked up the phone, I heard my mother's familiar voice with a hint of satisfaction: "Xiao Rui, what's wrong with you? How long have you not been home? Call home."
"Mom, I'm... busy with my studies, and I'm looking for a part-time job here to exercise." Zhao Rui explained vaguely.
"No matter how busy you are, you have to come home! Your dad is free tomorrow night and we're having dinner together. You have to come back. I heard you were working at a restaurant? What a shame! Does your family need that little money from you? Come back tomorrow and talk to us."
Zhao Rui opened his mouth, wanting to refute that it was just an ordinary restaurant, but he swallowed the words back.
Knowing that he had to explain everything to his mother on the phone, he had no choice but to agree: "Okay, okay, I understand. I'll go back tomorrow night."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Rui sighed softly.
I turned around and walked towards the Academic Affairs Office. The evening wind was cool and made me shrink my neck.
When I go home to eat, I'm afraid she will keep complaining to me.
Shi was kicking his feet while thinking about how to respond to his parents' questions tomorrow.
The next day, Zhao Rui reluctantly said hello to Lu Qingyang and said that he wanted to take a leave to go home in the evening.
I returned home with a sense of inexplicable guilt.
As soon as I walked in, I noticed the atmosphere was very similar.
Not only were my parents there, but even my uncle and aunt, who were usually so busy that they were rarely seen, had come. My cousin Zhao Wanqing was sitting on the sofa, quietly flipping through the newspaper.
"Oh, our college student is finally coming back?" Zhao's mother spoke first, her tone filled with anger as she looked at him. "Looks like... a little fatter? Is the food at school okay?"
Zhao Rui responded vaguely and called people one by one.
At the dinner table, the topic quickly turned to 깊놛.
Father Zhao took a sip of his wine and said, "Xiao Rui, I heard that you've been eating in the school cafeteria lately. Are you working part-time at some restaurant?"
My uncle took over the conversation, his tone more serious: "Beijing University is more demanding than other places. The academics are more competitive. You still have to focus on your career. Working part-time to experience life is a good thing, but it can't put the cart before the horse."
Auntie followed up and agreed: "That's right, look at your sister Wanqing, she is the number one in the department. Your main task now is to study and graduate successfully."
Zhao Wanqing raised her head, pushed her glasses, and smiled gently: "Xiao Rui knows what's going on."
It was considered to help him get out of the situation a little, but his eyes showed that he agreed with the elders' words.
Zhao Rui buried his head in his food, responding with "hmm" and "ah".
My mother stopped serving me food, repeating the same words over and over again: "Did you hear me? Don't think everything will be fine if you pass the exam. You have to work harder... Then don't take that part-time job. The family doesn't need your money. If you need any reference books for your studies or want to eat something nice, just tell them..."
After the meal, Zhao Rui felt that his ears were about to be callused.
After finishing the last bite of rice and putting down the bowl, he vaguely assured her, "I know, I know. I will study hard, don't worry."
But I was thinking in my heart that I still had to go to work tomorrow. The sweet and sour pork at Xinweiju was much more delicious than the meal at home that I kept craving for.
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