Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 990 A Strange Gift, the Real Culprit Behind Old Hu and His Wife's Infertility (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Ma Wenying gestured to her assistant to come forward and hand her the backpack.

Then she was about to open her bag, but Zhu Lin quickly reminded her:

“Miss Ma, let’s not open it here yet. Let’s go inside. There’s no reason for guests to display gifts outside. We can open it once we’re inside.”

Ma Wenying nodded in agreement.

Then, happily, he followed Zhu Lin into the main hall of Fang Yan's house.

Seeing this, the rest of the family followed them inside.

When Fang Yan went inside, he noticed that only Sun Jialin had come today, in addition to Chen Kaige and his wife. He asked Sun Jialin:
Where is Kai Ge?

Sun Jialin said with a smile:

“They have a scene to film this weekend and can’t get away, so they asked me to come by myself.”

Dialect of surprise:

"They film on weekends too?"

These days, things aren't this curly, are they?
Sun Jialin said with a smile:

"Well, he said that everyone was in good shape during this period, so they took the photos together on the weekend. Taking photos when everyone was in the best condition would result in better results."

"He was the one who discovered this as the assistant director, then suggested it to the director, and after discussion, the matter was settled."

Fang Yan was taken aback; it turned out that Chen Kaige was having them roll it up.

However, Sun Jialin seems to be very satisfied with her husband's work attitude.

Fang Yan now understood that this woman was the type who was extremely attracted to strength. Only a man stronger than her could keep her in check. If a man just stayed at home like a couch potato, she would look down on him.

"He seems to be in good shape," Fang Yan said to Sun Jialin.

Sun Jialin nodded:
"Yeah...hey, it's a box!"

As she spoke, her gaze was drawn to the box that Ma Wenying had taken out.

It was a leather box, rectangular in shape, just big enough to fit into a backpack, and looked quite exquisite.

There was also a string of foreign characters written on it, which looked like an artistic font. Although I know so many languages, I couldn't recognize it at all. It looked like some kind of ancient script.

Is it really filled with antiques?

And it's an antique from abroad?
Just as Fang Yan was getting curious, Ma Wenying had already opened the box.

They displayed the contents of the box to everyone.

As far as the eye could see, there were only fist-sized glass bottles filled with unidentified liquids of various colors.

It also has a peculiar fragrance; you can smell several kinds of Chinese medicine just from the local dialect.

Frankincense, myrrh, patchouli, cinnamon.

"What is this?" Zhu Lin asked Ma Wenying from the side.

Ma Wenying said with a proud expression:

"These are all perfumes that I blended myself."

"It contains floral, fruity, woody, oriental, herbal, and marine scents..."

Ma Wenying's fingertips lightly brushed the neck of the glass bottle. She first picked up an amber-colored bottle, gently swirling it around; the fine gold leaf in the liquid inside swirled with it. She then addressed the crowd:

“This bottle is called ‘Rose and Opium.’ The top note is Bulgarian rose, the middle note is a mix of patchouli and a touch of sandalwood, and the base note…” She suddenly leaned closer to Zhu Lin, winking mysteriously, “and secretly added a little myrrh. Doesn’t it look like a Persian woman wearing a veil?”

The people around looked on with confusion.

This is clearly far too avant-garde for most people.

Then she picked up a bottle as blue as the Mediterranean Sea, with seashell fragments embedded in the cap: "This is 'Lisbon Waves,' with bergamot and sea salt as the base notes and ambergris in the dry down. I mixed it two years ago on the black sand beach in Haojiang, smelling the sea breeze."

Then she suddenly remembered something and pulled out a dark purple bottle, its body wrapped with dried lavender:

“This ‘Twilight at the Monastery’ is amazing. It’s sandalwood mixed with myrrh, and a hint of absinthe. I’ve smelled something similar in secondhand bookstores, like the musty smell of medieval monks’ robes mixed with candlelight.” Getting carried away, she even took out all the bottles and arranged them in a fan shape:
"Look at this jade-green one, it's called 'Tea Garden Dream,' it contains Longjing tea leaves and citrus peel. Spraying it on your wrist makes you feel like you can see tea-picking girls in cheongsams in the tea garden; this silver-gray one is 'Under the Berlin Sky,' it's mainly composed of cedar and fir. Spraying it on and walking in the alley in winter makes you feel like a poet wrapped in a trench coat..."

Most people around looked on with bewilderment; Miss Ma's hobby was certainly quite unusual.

And the tea-picking women in the tea garden wear cheongsams? Is this all just her imagination?

"Brother... what illness did she have before?" The younger brother leaned closer and asked Fang Yan in a low voice.

Fang Yan pointed to his head, and the younger brother suddenly realized.

Reasonable!

So reasonable!

However, not everyone thought that Ma Wenying's gift was inexplicable. Sun Jialin and Huang Huijie went over and looked at the circle of perfumes, showing great interest.

“I saw a similar perfume at the Friendship Store, and it cost about two hundred yuan,” Sun Jialin said.

Zhu Xian, the sister-in-law standing to the side, asked in surprise:

"Two hundred yuan? You can buy our domestic Shanghai Jahwa Star Floral Water for just one yuan."

Sun Jialin said:
"The one I'm talking about is different. It's a designer brand, like Miss Ma's, the fragrance is very sophisticated."

Hearing Sun Jialin praise her like that, Ma Wenying was quite happy.

Huang Huijie said:
"The perfume industry is actually quite popular overseas. A high-end bottle can sell for several hundred dollars, and if it's a natural fragrance, it's even more expensive. I never imagined Ms. Ma was a perfumer. It's truly a profession that requires a lot of talent!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Wenying stated:
"You two are too kind! I'll have another one custom-made for you later, I guarantee it will suit your personalities."

"But I can't give these to you. They're all for Dr. Fang and your sister-in-law."

Hearing Ma Wenying say this, Fang Yan and Zhu Lin, the couple in question, exchanged a glance. Then, Zhu Lin spoke to Ma Wenying:

"Thank you... Ms. Ma, you are so kind."

Ma Wenying was very pleased and laughed:

"Haha, you're welcome."

Fang Yan shook her head. As expected of a rich young lady, even her hobbies are so different.

Only someone born into a wealthy and influential family like her could cultivate such a profession. Anyone else would find this kind of luxury very impractical.

But in fact, in foreign countries, perfume accounts for a fairly high percentage of a brand's revenue.

The perfume market is at different stages of development in different regions, and the proportion of perfume in brand sales will also vary.

In regions with a strong perfume culture, such as Europe, perfume accounts for a relatively high percentage of sales for related brands. However, in regions where the perfume market is still developing, the percentage is very low.

However, the fragrances in some perfumes can actually have an impact on pregnant women and fetuses.

For example, synthetic musk may not have such a strong scent, but if natural musk is used, it is very likely to cause uterine contractions and increase the risk of miscarriage.

For his wife's safety, Fang Yan asked Ma Wenying:
"Do you have musk in this?"

Ma Wenying shook her head and said:

"That stuff is bad; it can affect fertility. I heard from my teacher that it's best to use musk sparingly. It's not a big deal if men use it, but if women use it, they might not be able to get pregnant or they might miscarry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Hu and Huang Huijie were suddenly shocked.

Old Hu turned to stare at Fang Yan, his expression suddenly changing, as if he had suddenly remembered things from his old home in Southeast Asia. He asked seriously:
"Really? Musk can be used to make perfume like this?"

The dialect is emphasized:

"Correct!"

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There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)