Chapter 107 Where is the allure, and whose fine young man is he...
Seeing that he remained silent, Cheng Jincheng couldn't help but feel a little strange: "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Fu Yun resisted the urge to roll her eyes and asked seriously, "Isn't your dress a little under-painted?"
Cheng Jincheng replied dismissively, "Where is it missing? It has both a shirt and pants."
Fu Yun twitched her lips: "What's the difference between this and being half-naked? Don't forget we're in ancient times, and in a matriarchal society where women are superior to men."
Cheng Jincheng remained unfazed: "I know this is ancient times! That's why I didn't let you go shirtless. Instead, I gave you a modified sleeveless jacket that only shows your arms and part of your chest. It's already this conservative. What more do you want me to draw?"
Fu Yun raised her hand to her forehead, speechless: "Even if you're going to draw sleeveless mandarin jackets, could you please not draw them so tight and so alluring? People might think we're male prostitutes flaunting our charms!"
"Pfft..." Cheng Jincheng couldn't help but laugh, almost choking on his saliva. He took several breaths to steady himself and explained with a wry smile, "Where is the allure? From an ancient perspective, at most it's just a bit scantily clad, not suitable for formal occasions."
Fu Yun raised her hand and gave Cheng Jincheng a sharp rap on the forehead, saying irritably, "You knew that, yet you still drew like this? Do you want me to be drowned in spit?"
Cheng Jincheng dodged to the side, out of Fu Jun's range, and explained stubbornly, "If I don't draw my body tighter, how can people tell that the thin muscles on your arms are starting to show results after your workout? Since it's a student's success story, it has to be convincing, right? Do you expect them to just imagine it?"
Fu Yun glared at Cheng Jincheng, too lazy to argue, and simply reached out her hand, demanding, "Let me see your poster."
Cheng Jincheng's expression changed slightly, and he immediately hid the other roll of drawing paper behind his back.
Fu Yun's expression darkened slightly, her gaze fixed coldly on Cheng Jincheng, her tone leaving no room for argument: "Give it to me!"
Cheng Jincheng hesitated for a moment, but under Fu Yun's sharp gaze, he finally slowly pulled out the drawing paper behind him and handed it to Fu Yun with a guilty look on his face: "Here you go, why are you looking at me like that? People who don't know better will think you're going to kill me!"
Fu Yun glanced at Cheng Jincheng but said nothing.
Slowly unfolding the poster in his hand, just as he reached the last page, there was a "thud" as the paper was thrown next to Cheng Jincheng.
Fu Yun snorted coldly, looking at Cheng Jincheng with a half-smile: "Shouldn't you explain something to me?"
Cheng Jincheng touched his nose, lowered his eyes and turned his face away, avoiding direct eye contact with Fu Yun. His voice weakened slightly: "I can draw like this because you have more influence than me, right? With your reputation as the most handsome man in Lingzhou City, you can attract more students to sign up, can't you?"
Fu Yun gritted his teeth. If he had a whip nearby, he might have lashed out at her: "How dare you say that? How can you be so hypocritical? You paint yourself as upright, gentle, polite, knowledgeable, and handsome, but you paint me as this grotesque creature. This isn't being a spokesperson; this is just trying to attract attention. Do you understand?"
Fu Yun's voice turned several degrees colder: "You keep doing these borderline things. If you want to get beaten up, just say so. I can satisfy you and make sure you can't get out of bed for half a month."
"No! No! No!" Cheng Jincheng immediately admitted defeat, raising his hands in surrender: "I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? I'll fix it for you when we get to the store, until you're satisfied, alright?"
Fu Yun leaned against the carriage with her arms crossed, casually lifting her eyelids: "What are you planning to change?"
Cheng Jincheng immediately spread out the drawing paper, pointed to the sleeveless vest and said, "I'll add an outer shirt over your vest, and then add three-quarter sleeves to your arms, leaving only the thin muscles of your forearms exposed. This way, it won't look too tight, nor will it seem indecent. The audience can feel the power emanating from your whole body just by looking at your forearms."
Seeing that Fu Yun remained silent and only glanced at him indifferently, Cheng Jincheng quickly added, "I'm not lying to you, I will definitely paint this seriously this time, so that everyone who sees this painting will be unable to leave, and everyone will look at you with new respect."
Fu Jun lazily closed his eyes, taking a short nap, and did not express any opinion.
Cheng Jincheng grew anxious and tugged at Fu Yun's sleeve: "Hey, Young Master Su, don't go to sleep! Give me a straight answer! Your silence is really scary."
Fu Yun: "..."
Cheng Jincheng scrutinized Fu Yun's expression and asked, "Are you really angry?"
Fu Yun ignored Cheng Jincheng, turned around slightly, and adjusted her posture.
Cheng Jincheng, undeterred, continued calling out, "Young Master Su?"
"Mr. Su?"
"Boss Su?"
Fu Yun raised her eyebrows slightly, looked up at Cheng Jincheng with a speechless expression, and said, "Alright, stop shouting. I'm not angry."
He paused, then raised his hand, his face showing a warning: "If you draw me dressed in disheveled clothes again, and it's not presentable, I'll smash your forehead."
Cheng Jincheng quickly covered his forehead: "No, I will definitely draw it according to the rules and make you look heroic."
Fu Jun twitched the corner of her mouth, stopped arguing with him, and continued to pretend to doze off against the carriage.
Cheng Jincheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was over.
It seems that Boss Su is particularly concerned about his personal image. We shouldn't make a fuss about him next time, otherwise we'll be jumping around in his minefield and might get stabbed one day.
Of course, he also knew that Fu Jun wasn't really angry. After all, he was magnanimous and not such a petty person. He just preferred to keep a low profile and didn't want to become the subject of everyone's discussion.
Upon arriving at the tea shop, Su Mang and Su Zi began preparing for the opening.
Cheng Jincheng moved a table and chair into the kitchen in the back room and immediately began revising the painting.
Fu Yun walked to a square table in the lobby area and sat down, patiently waiting for Cheng Jincheng to revise the painting while waiting for Lu Zhisheng to arrive.
After waiting for less than half a cup of tea, Lu Zhisheng appeared at the door. When he saw Fu Jun, he paused for a moment, then smiled and gracefully stepped into the store.
Fu Yun beckoned to Lu Zhisheng: "Zhisheng, come here for a moment."
Lu Zhisheng walked briskly to Fu Jun's side: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Fu Yun shook his head, gesturing for Lu Zhisheng to sit down first.
Lu Zhisheng gracefully sat down, quietly waiting for Fu Jun to continue.
Fu Yun opened the door and said, "I plan to open two branch stores. One will be managed by Su Zi, and the other by you and your mother. I wonder if you are interested?"
Lu Zhisheng was stunned, seemingly taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "One person in charge of running a shop?"
Fu Yun nodded: "Yes!"
Lu Zhisheng's expression turned somewhat alarmed, but his brows also revealed a hint of excitement and flattery. He looked at Su Mang and Su Zi, who were organizing things behind the counter, and hesitated slightly before asking, "Will this work? We probably won't be able to handle it all."
Fu Yun curled her lips into a smile and explained, "Being responsible here means that you will be in charge of operating and managing the store, acting as the store managers. If you're too busy, you can hire helpers, and I will pay them."
Lu Zhisheng's eyes lit up instantly, his expression showing a mix of excitement and embarrassment with a hint of insecurity: "Am I really capable?"
Fu Yun: "Of course."
Lu Zhisheng gripped the fabric of his sleeve tightly, a blush of excitement spreading across his handsome face: "Then I'm willing."
Fu Yun then asked, "Is everything alright with your mother?"
Lu Zhisheng looked grateful: "Don't worry, there won't be any problems. You not only saved me and are our family's benefactor, but you also improved our impoverished life. My mother has no reason to disagree. Besides, she is extremely happy that I can continue to work under you. She would be overjoyed, so how could she not agree?"
Fu Yun nodded, secretly relieved.
After a moment's thought, he added, "There's one more thing. I hope you and your mother can use your medical knowledge to try and develop some health-promoting teas, such as functional teas that clear heat, reduce inflammation, beautify the skin, and boost immunity, which are beneficial to the body. We can sell them as new products in our new shop. Do you think you can give it a try? If you don't have the energy, that's okay. We can wait until we have more manpower later."
Lu Zhisheng paused for a moment, then replied gently, "Yes, I can. After closing today, I will go back and discuss it with my mother."
Fu Yun smiled with satisfaction, stood up, and patted Lu Zhisheng on the shoulder: "Then I'll have to trouble you. I'll focus my energy elsewhere. If you encounter any problems, you can have someone notify me, and I'll be there as soon as possible."
Lu Zhisheng nodded slightly: "Mm."
Fu Yun pondered for a moment, then leaned down slightly and said in a low voice, "I remember you said that you really wanted to study medicine and become a qualified doctor. Once our tea shop is on the right track and has a stable customer base and income, you can hire someone to help manage the shop, and then you can go ahead and do what you want to do most."
Lu Zhisheng trembled, looked up at Fu Jun, her eyes instantly filled with a layer of touching mist, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob: "I understand, thank you for helping me fulfill my dream, Young Master Su."
"You're welcome. This is something I promised you." After saying that, Fu Yun straightened up and went to the inner room where Cheng Jincheng was.
Lu Zhisheng looked delighted, her eyes bright and alert, and quickly walked to the counter to help.
Under Fu Yun's supervision, Cheng Jincheng finally finished a poster that both of them were fairly satisfied with.
When they finished their task and were about to leave the inner room, they found that the store was already packed with people, and there were two long queues outside.
Fu Yun and Cheng Jincheng exchanged a glance, then simultaneously pulled off their face masks to cover their mouths and noses, quietly blending into the crowd and slowly moving out of the shop.
Once they were away from the crowd, the two removed their face masks and breathed in fresh air.
Fu Yun first asked Xiao Ba about ancient rubbing methods, and then took Cheng Jincheng to ask the bookstore about printing methods and prices.
The two took a carriage to the bookstores, compared prices, and finally chose one that was closer to the fitness training camp. Although it was a little more expensive than the others, it was convenient to get around because it was close by.
After finalizing the printing arrangements, the two hurriedly went to the broker to inquire about renting a house.
However, their appearance attracted a large crowd and caused quite a stir.
When the yamen saw that the two of them had come alone and were exceptionally handsome, they assumed that they were not children from ordinary families and that coming to such a mixed place meant they were probably up to no good.
The two men were not accompanied by their wives or servants, so they were clearly not in a sincere interest in renting the place. Perhaps they were just bored and came here to find some amusement.
After all, what kind of respectable family's son, at such a young age, doesn't stay obediently in his own house or live with his wife, but instead comes to rent a house?
Many brokers silently observed the two people's appearances, their gazes fixed on Fu Yun's face, a look of amazement flashing in their eyes.
But the thought that they might not be good men made her lose that look she had when she looked at decent men.
Some brokers who only wanted to do business showed impatience when they saw Fu Yun and Cheng Jincheng walking back and forth asking questions. They felt that the two of them were delaying everyone's business and had no patience to answer. They just gave a few perfunctory words.
After asking around at two or three places, Fu Yun discovered the problem.
He nudged Cheng Jincheng's arm gently with his elbow and said helplessly, "Forget it, let's go back first! I guess we won't get any results from him today."
Cheng Jincheng was also furious: "These people are really something, they won't even do business that's right at their doorstep."
Fu Yun shrugged, indicating that he was also speechless.
Both of them sighed and had no choice but to leave the place side by side, heading towards the tea shop.
When they were halfway there, Cheng Jincheng suddenly put his hand on Fu Yun's shoulder and raised his other arm to point ahead: "Hey, boss, look at those two, aren't they General Qian and her men?"
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