Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 281 Wen Xue's high heels, the rebellious yet obedient Wen Ju'an
The warm chicken soup slid down her throat, and Ma Suqin subconsciously swept the corners of her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Because she drank too quickly, a few strands of hair fell out of her bun and fell on her flushed cheeks.

She raised her hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ears, bit her lip and looked at Lin Yuan.

Ma Suqin is already 28 years old, and her every move is full of the charm of a mature woman.

Especially a pair of charming eyes, with the tails of the eyes naturally upturned, as if containing a pool of spring water, and the eyes are full of charm as they move.

She runs the small shop at the corner of the alley by herself. She is young and good-looking. Whenever she is tidying up the shelves or counting the money, she is always visited by many young men from the surrounding area.

Many aunts were eager to introduce her to potential partners, but no matter who tried to introduce her to someone, Ma Suqin would decline with a smile.

Some people cannot get what they want, so they gossip behind others' backs.

When Ma Suqin found out, she went to the door to argue without saying a word. She was usually easy to talk to, but she would never tolerate being slandered. In front of the neighbors, she neither threw a tantrum nor showed weakness, and she refuted those lies that turned black into white, leaving them speechless.

As time went by, everyone knew that although she looked gentle, she was actually tough, and no one dared to talk behind her back anymore.

Lin Yuan looked refreshed and started talking about business: "Do you feel bored running a small shop?"

Ma Suqin smiled and said, "How could that be? I am very satisfied just to see you every day."

Although Lin Yuan would come back very late at night, he would go home for lunch, so Lin Yuan would chat with her for a while under the pretext of buying things.

After all, there are too many restrictions in this conservative era, and the two cannot do whatever they want.

In fact, Lin Yuan felt a little sorry for Ma Suqin.

Because of me, Ma Suqin followed me silently without any name or status.

The past is like smoke, but she still remembers it vividly.

Over the years, Ma Suqin has become more and more dependent on Lin Yuan. She has never treated Lin Yuan as a child and always obeys his ideas.

Lin Yuan was never tired of or indifferent to her. He always took time to accompany her, thought of her wherever he went, and brought her all kinds of gifts.

It's just that the age difference between the two is too big. Ma Suqin's initial expectations gradually faded with time, and she gradually gave up the idea of ​​becoming Lin Yuan's wife. She thought that as long as Lin Yuan treated her as before, it would be enough.

Lin Yuan held her hand and said seriously: "You have worked hard these years. When I get into college, I will compensate you and fill you up. I will double what I owe you in these years."

As for what was owed, Ma Suqin, as a woman, naturally knew it well.

When she thought of this, she, who had never experienced anything in life, became somewhat excited.

Ma Suqin smiled faintly, leaned close to Lin Yuan's ear and whispered, "I'll wait for you."

Lin Yuan's eyes were blazing: "I will make you one of the happiest and most dazzling women in the world."

Ma Suqin looked up at Lin Yuan's handsome face, firm brows, and tenderness in his eyes.

A woman's whole life is nothing more than a dream, and being able to keep this long-lasting warmth is enough for her.

"This book talks about the ins and outs of business. Take your time to study it. If you have any questions, ask me." Lin Yuan handed "From 0 to 1" to Ma Suqin and softened his tone. "I'm counting on you to help me run the company in the future."

When I let Ma Suqin open a convenience store, I just wanted to train her, let her come into contact with different groups of people, and accumulate some business experience.

In Lin Yuan's opinion, the money earned from a small store is really limited. What he wants is to create a business empire, so naturally he has to make good use of the power of the women around him.

When Lin Yuan becomes an adult, he will naturally start making plans.

Ma Suqin took the book and nodded.

Lin Yuan continued, "Although the store is stable, its potential is limited. Take out all the money you earn and open a clothing store. I have done some research and the profits from clothing stores are quite considerable."

As time entered 1982, people's income gradually increased, and they became more particular about their clothing and began to follow fashion trends.

Among the four necessities of life, clothing is the second most important thing after food, and the business of clothing stores has also been booming.

The cost of wholesale clothes from Shenzhen is only ten yuan. Once they are put in his own store, he can sell thirty or forty of them, making a profit of twenty to thirty yuan for each piece.

Ma Suqin did not hesitate at all and immediately responded: "I'll listen to you."

It was Lin Yuan who asked her to leave the textile factory and open a small shop of her own. To be honest, she was a little nervous.

But after some time she found out that she made a net profit of more than 3,000 yuan a year, which was equivalent to the income she earned from working hard in the textile factory for several years.

She believed in Lin Yuan's vision.

Lin Yuan nodded gently: "As for the canteen, just find someone you trust to look after it."

Even if the person who came to look after the store really embezzled the money, as long as the account book was there, Lin Yuan would be able to see the clues from the numbers.

Ma Suqin asked with a probing look in her eyes, "But where should the clothing store buy the goods? And what price should it set?"

The canteen sells daily necessities, and the goods are similar, with prices mostly the same; but clothing styles and fabrics vary greatly, and fashion trends change at any time, so as a novice, pricing is indeed a problem.

"There's no rush. I'll talk to you about this later. First, rent a shop in the city center and get a business license. Then I'll go to Shenzhen with you to find a supply channel. You can find someone to deliver the goods. I don't trust you, a woman, to travel so far back and forth."

Ma Suqin has experience in running a convenience store, so opening a new clothing store is naturally a piece of cake for her.

The only troublesome thing is that you need to go to Shenzhen to purchase goods.

As the frontier of reform and opening up, Shenzhen has attracted a large number of garment processing companies to settle in due to a series of preferential policies. In addition, the clothes produced locally are very novel in style and design, so almost all clothing stores across the country choose to purchase goods from here.

But at the same time, as the first place to get rich, it is more likely that many shady and shady activities will arise behind the prosperity.

Men who go there to do business are all afraid of encountering bandits and highway robbers. It is common for these people to rob and force people to buy or sell things on the road. How can Lin Yuan feel at ease with Ma Suqin, a woman?

Hearing these caring words, Ma Suqin felt warm in her heart and smiled softly, "Okay."

If she hadn't just drunk the chicken soup and the delicious taste of the soup was still lingering in her mouth, she would have wanted to kiss Lin Yuan.

After a long conversation with Ma Suqin, Lin Yuan left in high spirits.

Without stopping for long, he turned around and walked towards Wen Xue's house.

Wen Xue has graduated from graduate school and is now a newspaper reporter.

The house in this old residential building is a temporary residence arranged for her by her unit.

At the downstairs of Wen Xue's house, Lin Yuan stopped and took out all the gifts he had prepared in advance from the storage space. Then he walked into the corridor holding the gifts.

He knocked on the door, and soon, footsteps were heard inside the room.

Wen Xue opened the door and saw Lin Yuan. Surprise flashed in her eyes: "You're back!"

As she spoke, she moved aside to make room for him and welcomed Lin Yuan into the house with a smile.

Today is Sunday, so Wen Xue is naturally at home.

Her jet-black curly hair was tied up behind her head. She wore a navy blue Dacron dress with a small square collar that revealed her slender neck. The waist was lightly tied with a ribbon of the same color. The straight skirt fell naturally, making her look gentle and capable.

Lin Yuan smiled at her, carried a few bags into the living room and placed them next to the coffee table.

"Why did you bring so many things here?"

"It's so embarrassing to come empty-handed."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he naturally walked to the door of the room and looked at Wen Ju'an in the room.

The little girl had been picked up from the countryside by Wen Xue. She was doing her homework at the table. She turned around when she heard the noise.

Wen Ju'an looked at him with a wooden face. The little girl had just arrived and was somewhat resistant to everything in the city.

Although she is the same age as Qiao Sanli, she looks very thin, with thin yellow hair. However, her face is very similar to Wen Xue, as if they were cast in the same mold. She is also very introverted and doesn't like to talk.

Lin Yuan has not come to Wen Xue's house many times. This is only his third time, and he does not have much interaction with Wen Ju'an.

"Have you said hello?" Wen Xue reminded in a low voice.

After Lin Yuan knew that she had a daughter, his attitude towards her did not change at all, which made her even more uneasy.

I wonder what Lin Yuan is thinking?

Wen Ju'an's thin lips moved as he muttered, "Brother Lin Yuan."

Although this title is a bit confusing about generations, after all, Lin Yuan calls Wen Xue sister, but now they have to talk about their own affairs.

She was really embarrassed to let her daughter call him "uncle" as they were of similar age and this title always had a subtle awkwardness.

"Please sit down for a while." Wen Xue turned and walked to the kitchen. It was already past four in the afternoon. She quickly tied on her floral apron and said, "I'll go cook first."

Lin Yuan followed her into the kitchen and stood aside watching Wen Xue busy herself.

Wen Xue said while cutting vegetables: "I saw you on TV. Congratulations on winning the gold medal. How do you feel about going abroad?"

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "I didn't have a good experience there. I almost got sick of eating curry every day. It's a good opportunity for me to come to your place to change the taste."

"Then you should eat more later."

The kitchen returned to silence. Wen Xue was not a talkative person, and Lin Yuan no longer tried to find topics to talk about. He just quietly looked at Wen Xue's back as she was busy in the kitchen.

From time to time, he would help pass a seasoning bottle or a plate, and their fingertips touched unintentionally a few times. Both of them had become accustomed to it.

Wen Xue occasionally looked back and met his focused gaze, which made her heart tremble slightly.

The meal is finally ready.

Wen Xue originally wanted to make two more dishes, but was dissuaded by Lin Yuan.

Little girl Wen Ju'an was also called out to wash her hands and eat.

The three of them sat around the table and started eating.

Wen Xue had very high expectations of Wen Ju'an. She would correct her sitting posture during meals and often reminded her in a low voice not to make any noise.

Wen Ju'an was secretly willful and stubborn. She pouted her lips slightly and deliberately made slurping sounds when drinking the soup.

When Lin Yuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but chuckle.

After Wen Xue returned to the city, Wen Ju'an continued to live with her father.

After Wen Xue found a job, she was forcibly taken back.

From her perspective as a child, she naturally thought that her father who left them was weak, and felt that her mother deprived her of the freedom to enjoy her father's love. Wen Xue never told her about the pain in her marriage, and Wen Xue was very strict with her, so she naturally had a rebellious mentality.

After Wen Ju'an finished his meal, he locked himself in the room.

Lin Yuan said, "Why do I feel like Ju An isn't that close to you? Take her out to play more often next time."

Wen Xue sighed helplessly and expressed her grievances in front of Lin Yuan: "She is angry with me and blames me for taking her in, so she always wants to go against me. But I can't just ignore her studies and let her sit down with her back bent and smack her lips while eating."

Lin Yuan patted her arm gently and half-jokingly consoled her: "From now on, you can just order her to bend her waist, smack her lips, and not allow her to study hard. Isn't that better?"

Wen Xue burst out laughing, but maybe this method of provoking the opponent would actually be effective.

After dinner, Wen Xue cleaned up the dishes neatly, and came to Lin Yuan's side with water droplets still on her fingertips. They sat down on the sofa.

Wen Xue asked: "I want to interview you, do you mind?"

Her profession is a journalist, and this interview with the Asian Games champion will undoubtedly be a highlight in her career resume.

Moreover, she also selfishly wanted to show such an outstanding Lin Yuan to others.

Lin Yuan smiled. "How could that be? Who doesn't want to be famous? Just ask."

Wen Xue asked only three or four questions. Lin Yuan answered sincerely and Wen Xue took them seriously. The interview ended quickly.

She needs to write the rest of the content herself, such as her championship deeds, training experience, and her feelings.

Lin Yuan took the bag he brought with him and first took out a thermos cup from it.

In this day and age, thermos bottles are still a rarity.

Lin Yuan placed the thermos cup on the coffee table and said, "You are a reporter now, and you have to travel back and forth every day. This is a thermos cup that can keep the temperature of hot water for a long time. If you go out for an interview, take it with you."

“This is really good.”

Wen Xue reached out and picked up the cup. The frosted texture of the cup felt heavy in her hand. Lin Yuan was really thoughtful and careful.

Lin Yuan then took out an exquisite shoe box, opened the lid, and inside was a pair of black high-heeled shoes with red soles.

Wen Xue looked a little embarrassed. The classic combination of black and red was bold and sexy. The stiletto heels were a full ten centimeters high. Such a bold and fashionable style was too eye-catching at the moment.

Lin Yuan took out a shoe and held it in his palm, and began to talk: "I saw this in a mall in New Delhi. You are so beautiful and elegant, it must look great on you, so I gritted my teeth and bought it."

When Wen Xue heard "grit your teeth", she quickly asked, "How much did you spend?"

"The money is nothing, but they all laughed at me and said that I would never be able to give away these shoes."

Wen Xue had never thought of rejecting Lin Yuan's feelings, but this pair of sexy high heels was too conspicuous. She couldn't bear to wear them out, so she decided to just leave them at home and eat dirt.

Although people are chasing trends nowadays, this is still a bit too advanced.

Seeing that Wen Xue had no intention of refusing, Lin Yuan said, "I'll put it on for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yuan reached out and held Wen Xue's slender ankle.

Wen Xue's home slippers slipped off lightly, and her smooth skin pressed against his palm without any obstruction. The warmth at the base of her thumb was a bit burning, making her shiver all over.

Wen Xue's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "I can do it myself."

"fine."

Lin Yuan held her ankle and gently put on her high heels with his other hand.

Wen Xue's toes curled up unconsciously, and she slowly put her feet into the shoes, wrapped in the soft leather.

Then, Lin Yuan stretched out his other foot, and Wen Xue inexplicably extended her right foot over and watched him repeat the same action.

The heels fit her feet perfectly, but she had never worn heels so high and so thin.

Lin Yuan suggested: "Take two steps and try it."

The crisp sound of tapping rang out in the living room.

She had just taken two steps when her center of gravity suddenly shifted. She screamed and fell forward. Lin Yuan quickly held her waist and helped her stand steadily.

Wen Xue finally stood up straight, holding onto Lin Yuan's arm and panting: "Are the heels of these shoes too high?"

Lin Yuan smiled apologetically: "I saw many women wearing such high heels abroad, I thought it was not difficult, or maybe I should not wear it next time."

"I really can't wear this pair of shoes when I go out. It's too conspicuous. But they are really nice-looking. I like them very much. It's just that you have to spend money again."

Lin Yuan shook his head and said seriously, "If you hadn't introduced the publishing house to me, I'm afraid my confidence and I would have been buried in the waste paper pile. If anyone wants to thank you, it should be me who should thank you."

Wen Xue said with a hint of anger and helplessness: "It's been so long, how come you still remember it?"

"A drop of water should be repaid with a spring. I haven't given you enough now. I will give it to you slowly in the future."

Lin Yuan paused, suddenly remembering something, and took out another unopened package, "And this, the salesperson over there said this is socks for women. I haven't seen what they look like, but they said that if you wear this and high heels, your feet won't rub."

"Then I'll try again next time."

Wen Xue took off her high heels, but when she continued wearing them she felt like she was going to fall again.

Lin Yuan nodded. He just wanted to give this thing to Wen Xue.

There will always be a time to wear it in the future.

In this era, it was not possible to cover a pair of thighs with only a layer of silk stockings as thin as a cicada's wing as in later generations. Such a revealing outfit was too avant-garde and could only be worn at home to admire oneself.

"I'll go in and chat with Igan."

"Go ahead." Wen Xue nodded. She also wanted to pack up these things.

Lin Yuan knocked gently on Wen Ju'an's door, and after a few seconds, he gently opened the door.

Wen Ju'an raised his eyes and followed Lin Yuan as he walked into the room, watching him gently close the door with his backhand.

In the past, when her mother came to her room, she always just pushed the door open.

Lin Yuan's behavior immediately made her feel different.

Lin Yuan pulled a stool over and sat down, saying gently, "Do you know why I came to your house today?"

Wen Ju'an blinked and said softly, "I don't know."

"Because your mother helped me, I went on a long trip this time and brought her some gifts. I also brought you a gift, do you want to see it?"

Wen Ju'an bit his lip, but still couldn't resist the temptation of the gift and nodded slightly.

"However, in order for this gift to appear, you still need to do me a small favor." Lin Yuan moved the books on the table, making room for an empty space, and placed his hands on the table. "Blow onto the table."

Wen Ju'an did as he was told and let out a breath.

"Blow again."

Wen Ju'an breathed a sigh of relief again.

Seeing how obedient and well-behaved the little girl was, Lin Yuan stopped teasing her.

He slowly lifted his hands off the table and lifted them up a little bit, just like a magic trick. In the blink of an eye, an exquisite house-shaped music box appeared on the table.

Lin Yuan took two music boxes in total, gave one to Sanli, and brought the other one to Wen Ju'an.

He didn't take any more.

Although there are no surveillance cameras in the department store in New Delhi, and Lin Yuan has the storage space to do whatever he wants, it is useless to take too much of this kind of thing.

Wen Ju'an couldn't help but exclaim "Wow", his eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened.

There was clearly nothing in front of me, but suddenly a delicate little house appeared.

Lin Yuan pointed to a button on the music box and said, "Press it and try it."

Wen Ju'an pressed the button with his fingertips half-believingly, and heard a slight "click", followed by clear and pleasant music.

It was Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", and the beautiful melody slowly echoed in the room.

Wen Ju'an's eyes lit up; it was the first time she had seen such a magical thing.

Lin Yuan then introduced her: "When these keys are pressed, different music will play, and when this key is pressed, it will be turned off."

Wen Ju'an nodded slightly, but she was not in a hurry to try other buttons. She wanted to finish listening to the song first.

Not long after, Wen Xue heard music coming from the room, pushed the door open, and saw an exquisite music box on the table in front of the two people.

Lin Yuan stood up and said to Wen Ju'an, "I have a younger sister who is about your age. I'll bring her over to play with you some other day, okay?"

Wen Ju'an was a little hesitant, but for the sake of the gift, he finally nodded.

Afterwards, Lin Yuan and Wen Xue left Wen Ju'an's room together.

"It's not good for a little girl to be too lonely, so I thought about asking Sanli to come over and keep her company next time."

Wen Xue nodded gently and did not refuse. In fact, it was good for her daughter to have more playmates. It would not affect her studies if she could have them come over occasionally.

Suddenly, Wen Xue stopped and looked at Lin Yuan seriously: "That music box must be very expensive. Tell me honestly, how much did you spend on these things?"

Lin Yuan said in a relaxed tone: "Not much money."

"Really?" Wen Xue looked unconvinced.

"Really? Why would I lie to you? Some things are expensive in China but cheap abroad. Similarly, some things that are cheap in China are expensive abroad. It's the same principle."

Lin Yuan naturally would not directly tell the specific price, that would be too stupid.

The core of a gift is the thought behind it. Stating the price will instead objectify the gift into a specific monetary figure, making it something that can be measured with money.

Moreover, if the price is not told, Wen Xue might exaggerate the emotional value of the gift, or even overestimate the price of the gift, which would deepen the emotion.

Seeing Wen Xue's touched and doubtful expression, Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile, "Sister Wen, if you feel bad, I'll come to your place next time, and you can just wear the gift I gave you and walk around more."

(End of this chapter)