Mixed in 1980

Chapter 74 This Word Doesn’t Work

"Chen Fan, does it look good?"

Xu Jinqiu bit her lips lightly and took a step forward with her long, straight, white legs.

Chen Fan swallowed and his eyes slowly moved down from her face, passing over her snow-white swan neck and graceful collarbone, and fell on the touch of white that covered most of her.

Does it look good? Of course it does.

But Chen Fan didn't say anything, he preferred to answer with actions.

His fingertips stroked across the collarbone and the neck, and he put his arms around his wife.

In an instant, Xu Jinqiu felt that she had lost all her strength and fell softly into Chen Fan's arms.

……

For a long time, for a long time, for a long time...

Xu Jinqiu opened her eyes drowsily, and the dazzling sunlight shone directly in from the window.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was already past nine o'clock.

Thinking of the ridiculous things that happened last night, Xu Jinqiu's face instantly turned red with shame. She cursed secretly, "You big beast", and spat. She was really crazy yesterday.

I don't know what happened, I just said that on impulse. Looking back on it, I'm so embarrassed. I won't do that again.

"Comrade Qiu'er, are you going to get up?"

Chen Fan pushed the door open and walked in, holding a thick stack of newspapers in his hand.

Xu Jinqiu then sat up, wrapped in a blanket, and glared at Chen Fan angrily: "It's all your fault. You said you would accompany me to the beach to pick up shells this morning."

Chen Fan chuckled, looking quite proud.

Kidney iron is good!
He picked up the clothes and put them on his wife while eating tofu: "Wash up, Sister Ying will take us to have morning tea, and then we will go shopping and see Hong Kong."

After putting on his clothes, Xu Jinqiu reached out and pinched him.

This guy is the big bull!
"Why did you take a stack of newspapers?"

After getting out of bed, Xu Jinqiu noticed that there was a stack of newspapers on the table.

"Sister Ying asked the servants to collect these. They are all about third brother hiring gunmen to attack me. I don't know what they are written on." Chen Fan picked up the newspaper on top.

Traditional Chinese characters are used here, and Chen Fan can't recognize some of the words, but he can basically understand them as they are connected together.

I have to admit that the gunman hired by Asan is quite good at cursing.

Previously, when "The Most Beautiful Youth" was serialized and published, it was criticized by a group of scar literature writers, but Chen Fan basically didn't bother to pay attention to them and even felt that their criticisms were meaningless.

After all, they are all writers and self-proclaimed intellectuals. They are not very relaxed when scolding others. People like Li Ao and Wang Shuo are actually a minority.

The gunmen hired by India are different. They are all tabloids and basically have no moral integrity. Don't expect them to have any bottom line. Most of the content in them is fabricated.

He even compiled a love story for Chen Fan, about the relationship between a man who kept a woman and a woman who was kept.

Chen Fan was laughing so much. These idiots didn't even know he was from Beijing, so they made up a Hong Kong identity for him and let him be kept by a rich woman from Hong Kong.

"You, a lizard-playing bastard, have the nerve to tell me about your love story?"

Chen Fan found it funny that Ah San sometimes attacked people without any reason, but he didn't find it strange. Ah San had done many brainless things, hadn't he?
Chen Fan just treats articles like these as a matter of fun. Cursing at each other is a normal thing. Whoever gets angry loses.

As the saying goes: lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

It was because I revealed the truth that Ah San got really angry. When I have free time, I will write another article about the truth and see if Ah San will get angry again.

It’s 500 Hong Kong dollars per thousand words, this money must be earned!

Xu Jinqiu had already washed up. Chen Fan put down the newspaper and wrote down this matter.

The two of them went downstairs together. Li Hongbing drove the car, Chen Fan sat in the co-pilot seat, Li Hongying and Xu Jinqiu sat in the back, and as for Wang Chunyu, she stayed at home to rest because she was pregnant.

Li Hongying did not look for any high-end tea restaurant. Instead, she found a tea restaurant in Central with a nice environment and relatively authentic style, and brought the two of them to experience Hong Kong's morning tea culture.

I have to say, the taste is indeed authentic.

The atmosphere is also very good. Many people are reading newspapers while eating, as if the day would not be complete without a cup of tea, a newspaper, and some snacks.

In the tea restaurant, you can even hear people discussing Chen Fan’s editorials.

It can be seen that Chen Fan is really famous in Hong Kong.

Xu Jinqiu really likes this kind of atmosphere, but it is hard to understand why there are tea fees and service fees when eating here.

Even eating out costs so much that no amount of money can cover the cost. Are all Hong Kong people so rich?
It shouldn’t be possible!

She asked Chen Fan secretly, but Chen Fan did not answer her. He turned to ask Li Hongying: "Sister Ying, take us to Temple Street tonight? Let's experience the life of ordinary people."

Xu Jinqiu pulled Chen Fan for a moment and said to Li Hongying embarrassedly, "Sister Ying, you must be very busy. Actually, we can just go shopping by ourselves."

After coming here, the luxury cars, luxury houses, and luxury hotel reception are really troublesome.

Now we can only hope that the story written by Chen Fan can be made into a movie and make money, otherwise we will owe him too much favor.

"The company is managed by someone, so I don't have much to do."

Li Hongying took the little girl's arm and patted her arm gently: "After dinner, let's take a walk and visit our own clothing store, and then go to Temple Street in the evening."

"Zhiya Clothing?"

Xu Jinqiu remembered the person who delivered clothes to Beijing last time. That person introduced himself and said that he was an employee of Xiangjiang Zhiya Clothing.

However, among the clothes delivered, there was no brand called Zhiya.

"Zhiya is the first clothing brand established by our family, but it is a brand for mature women. Later, we acquired some brands and integrated them into a group company."

Coming out of the tea restaurant, Li Hongying pointed to the building not far ahead: "Zhiya and another young people's brand are both located in the shopping mall over there. It only takes a few minutes to walk there."

Over there is the Landmark Plaza, known as Hong Kong’s luxury retail market. It was only built in 1980 and has only been in operation for a few months.

But many luxury brands have already settled in.

Well-known brands like Louis Vuitton and Hermes can be seen here. The decoration of the stores naturally gives people a feeling of "luxury and expensiveness".

"This is it."

Li Hongying stopped at a women's clothing store. The name "Feixun" was hung on the door with a string of English letters next to it, which should be the transliteration of "Feixun".

Xu Jinqiu remembered that the clothes she was wearing were of this brand.

Seeing Li Hongying coming, several salesmen wanted to come over to say hello, but Li Hongying waved her hand, indicating that they should just mind their own business.

"Xiao Qiu, pick out a few more clothes today. I didn't dare pick anything too trendy for you when I sent it to you before, considering that you are in the capital."

"Sister Ying, please don't do that. I can't even wear the one you gave me last time."

Xu Jinqiu hurriedly shook her head. Just by looking at the decoration of the store, she could tell that the clothes here would not be cheap.

"Now that you're here, try on the clothes first."

Li Hongying walked inside with Xu Jinqiu on her arm, and whispered in her ear, "The clothes are all produced in our own factory, and the cost is just the fabric and labor."

Hearing this, Xu Jinqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he saw the price on the tag, Xu Jinqiu couldn't help but take a breath.

It’s equivalent to half a year’s salary for people in Beijing!

That is Li Hongying's shop, otherwise she would have to complain: How dare you, you are treating the people like pigs.

Looking at the clothes I was wearing, I felt so uncomfortable.

If you knew the price was this, how could that person dare to accept it when he sent it to the capital?

Chen Fan noticed her expression and immediately guessed what the girl was thinking.

This girl has a very distinct personality. When I was pursuing her and gave her several meals of meat, she was thinking about paying me back. How could she easily accept expensive gifts from others?

After thinking for a while, Chen Fan stepped forward and interrupted their conversation.

"Sister Ying, your clothes are really nice. Is the sentence below the logo a slogan? I think this sentence is not good and does not match such a nice dress."

Xu Jinqiu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but pat Chen Fan: "What nonsense are you talking about."

"Xiao Fan is right, I am indeed not worthy of him!"

Li Hongying took Xu Jinqiu's arm and told the girl not to worry: "This slogan is not memorable and does not reflect the brand's tone."

"Last year, when we acquired the brand, we planned to change the slogan and approached several advertising companies, but none of them satisfied us, so we had to use this one for now."

PS: Thanks to the book friend with the last number “……60384” for the reward and support! Thanks to all the friends for their support.

I have a cold. I got up for a while in the morning and went back to sleep. I just got up, so the update is a little late. Sorry!

(End of this chapter)