Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Aunt Wu led her granddaughter Chang Ping into the shop, and Song Xianglan nodded and accepted the gift.

Chang Ping is quick and efficient, and has a keen eye for things.

I just settled Changping in.

Director Zhang's wife from the neighborhood office brought a thin, bony little girl to their door.

The little girl hunched her shoulders and lowered her head.

He held the faded white hem of his clothes in both hands.

The cloth shoes on his feet were patched, and the edges around his big toe were frayed.

Director Zhang's wife sighed and pushed the little girl forward:

"Boss Song, are you short-staffed here? This girl is called Mao Qiaozhen, she's my distant niece."

He's only fifteen years old this year, and his parents died when he was young.

Her heartless brother and sister-in-law accepted the bride price and were going to sell her to a hunchbacked widower in his forties from a neighboring village.

I couldn't stand it anymore and secretly dragged her into the city.

Please, have the kindness to take her in. Just provide food and lodging; I don't need a single penny of salary.

Housing is tight in the city now.

Director Zhang's wife couldn't let Mao Qiaozhen stay at home indefinitely.

Mao Qiaozhen knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down her face.

"Auntie, I can do anything. I eat little, I can empty the chamber pot and wash clothes. Please don't send me away, I won't survive if I go back."

Song Xianglan pulled Mao Qiaozhen up.

He casually brushed the dust off her knees.

"Kneeling is not customary here. Since you're here, settle down and get to work. Just remember to keep your hands and feet clean and be honest and sensible."

Song Xianglan looked around at Chang Ping and Mao Qiaozhen, "Qiaozhen, you will live with Chang Ping in the dormitory over there in the tenement."

I added a bunk bed inside.

There are three rules:

First, daily hygiene must be maintained at a high level. Second, absolutely no outsiders are allowed to return to the dormitory. Third, no idle staff will be allowed in the shop; those who don't perform their duties well will be dismissed.

The two girls nodded repeatedly.

"I, Song Xianglan, will not take advantage of you. Whether it's Chang Ping or Qiaozhen, the basic salary during the one-month probation period is twenty yuan."

After the probation period, your commission will be based on the clothes you sell at the end of the month. The more you sell, the more you earn.

Mao Qiaozhen was stunned. Twenty yuan.

She worked at her brother and sister-in-law's house, but she never saw a penny of money in a year, and she was always scolded for being a freeloader.

She bowed repeatedly, calling her "Auntie" loudly and clearly.

"Can Qiaozhen read?" Song Xianglan asked.

Mao Qiaozhen blushed and said, "When my parents were alive, I went to school until the second grade."

"Chang Ping went to junior high school. After work, Chang Ping taught Qiao Zhen to read. How could she sell goods if she couldn't even read the words on the clothing tags?"

Chang Ping patted her chest and assured him.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely teach Qiaozhen how to do it."

With tears in her eyes, Mao Qiaozhen turned to Chang Ping and called out in a clear voice, "Sister Chang Ping, thank you."

She was terrified of being fired if she didn't perform well.

Mao Qiaozhen immediately picked up a rag and wiped the countertop until it shone.

Chen Zui has an extremely accurate eye for talent.

Before leaving, draw up the shop's interior design plans clearly.

The layout of this shop is completely different from that of the other state-owned stores on the street.

The entire street-facing facade is made of transparent glass shop windows.

Plastic mannequins dressed in the most fashionable autumn clothes pose in the shop window.

Several warm yellow spotlights hung from the roof.

When the light shines on the clothes, the texture is instantly elevated several levels.

An imported dual-cassette recorder was placed on the counter.

It's playing popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Near the counter, there was a set of soft leather sofas with a glass coffee table in front of them.

A pot of jujube flower tea was warming on the stove.

The sweet aroma filled the entire shop.

The neighbors passing by all stopped and looked inside.

A few people huddled together and whispered among themselves, saying that this shop had raised the overall level of the street.

Mao Qiaozhen was initially very apprehensive.

She glanced furtively at the price tag on the clothes and gasped in shock.

She could pick out any coat and the price would be equivalent to two or three months' salary.

Who can afford such expensive clothes?

It had only been open for a short time.

The wind chimes at the door rang, and two young women walked in.

Both of them were wearing sweaters.

One of them had a trendy perm.

As soon as she entered, her eyes lit up, and she grabbed her companion's arm, shouting:

"Oh my! This store is exactly the same as the clothing store I saw in Hong Kong movies."

Song Xianglan stepped forward with two cups of jujube flower tea, smiling as she handed them to the two of them.

"You two ladies have excellent taste. We are a foreign-invested enterprise. My godson just went back, and the store's design and merchandise are all the latest styles from Hong Kong."

He'll be bringing new stock in a few months. Please feel free to look around; you can also sit on the sofa over there and take your time choosing."

The curly-haired girl took a sip of her floral tea.

It's absolutely stunning.

Song Xianglan had lived two lives; she had seen all sorts of storms in her previous life.

She's also quite adept at running her own clothing store.

She looked the curly-haired girl up and down, then took a cashmere sweater with puff sleeves off the shelf.

"Girl, you have a very stylish look. Try this cashmere dress on; it makes your skin look fairer."

The curly-haired girl held it up in front of her and nodded repeatedly.

"It looks really good. But besides pairing it with a skirt, what else can I wear with this sweater?"

Song Xianglan turned around, pulled out a pair of flared jeans, and handed them over.

"Pair these flared jeans with you. You're tall with long legs and fair skin. Wearing these flared jeans, you'll definitely stand out on the street. Go to the fitting room and try them on."

The short-haired girl next to her was also tempted and nudged the curly-haired girl.

"You should go try it on. If it looks good, I'll buy one too."

Song Xianglan didn't neglect the short-haired girl; instead, she took out a set of clothes and handed them to her.

"Your short hair gives you a cool, edgy vibe that rivals any boy's. A skirt doesn't really bring out your best features. Try these straight-leg jeans with this short denim jacket. You'll look absolutely sharp."

The two of them excitedly carried the clothes into the fitting room.

Not long after.

The two walked out and stood in front of the dressing mirror.

This dressing mirror was specially ordered by Chen Zui.

When placed at a slight tilt, the person in the photo automatically appears to have a longer figure.

Makes you look slimmer and taller.

The curly-haired girl stared at herself in the mirror, unable to look away.

The flared pants accentuate the perfect leg lines, while the cashmere sweater looks both gentle and stylish.

The short-haired girl wore a denim outfit.

She's now capable and dashing; her entire demeanor has changed dramatically.

"They're so beautiful, we'll take both of them." The two didn't even haggle over the price, they just took out their wallets and paid.

Even the old clothes they took off were put directly into a net bag.

I bought another set of clothes on Song Xianglan's recommendation.

Wearing new clothes, he happily went out the door.

Mao Qiaozhen and Chang Ping stood behind the counter.

I was stunned.

In just a few minutes, more than 300 yuan was in my account.

Mao Qiaozhen quickly found a small notebook, drew symbols on it with a short pencil, and wrote down everything Song Xianglan had just said.

Chang Ping was also silently reciting those matching tips.

After seeing the guests off.

Song Xianglan called the two maids to her side.

"Do you understand now? The clothes in our store are expensive, but why are they expensive?"

Our designs are unique, and our service is excellent.

The sales clerks in those state-run department stores in Beijing all looked down on people.

We must never follow this example, where everyone who enters is a god of wealth, and tea is served with a smile.

The goal is to make customers feel comfortable and that the money they spent on clothes was well spent.

Song Xianglan picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then said:

"My standards are high, so the wages I pay you will naturally be higher than other companies. As long as you are willing to learn and work hard, earning a hundred or two hundred yuan a month will not be a problem in the future."

Chang Ping's eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together.

"Auntie, my grandma always says I'm stupid and can't find a good job. Thank you for not looking down on me because I'm a bit slow. I'll definitely work hard."

Mao Qiaozhen nodded vigorously, her eyes reddening again.

"Auntie, I will definitely memorize everything you taught me. I will never be lazy."

the other side.

Kyoto University campus.

The classroom was packed.

Standing on the stage was James, the foreigner I had met at Panjiayuan that day.

He is representing overseas universities this time.

I was invited to Peking University for academic exchange.

Song Tingting sat in the first row, holding a fountain pen in her hand, her notebook filled with dense English notes.

James was talking about a complex fluid dynamics model.

He stopped and looked around the room to ask if anyone had any questions.

Song Tingting was the first to raise her hand.

She stood up and, in fluent and authentic English, directly posed a very targeted question.

It directly points to data flaws in the model under extreme air pressure.

James' eyes suddenly lit up.

He recognized the young girl who had helped him out of a predicament in Panjiayuan, but he never expected her to ask such a tricky academic question.

The two engaged in a heated discussion in English during class.

The students below were stunned.

"Excellent question." James placed his hands on the podium, his face full of admiration. "Song, you can come see me anytime during my stay in Beijing. We can discuss this topic."

Song Tingting smiled, nodded, and sat down.

She had just settled into her seat.

A male voice came from the back row.

"Professor James, I also have a question regarding the data analysis you just discussed."

Song Tingting turned around and looked.

Zhao Ziheng stood in the third-to-last row, holding a draft paper in his hand. In English with an accent but extremely rigorous logic, he pointed out a variable error in the deduction process.

Song Tingting raised her eyebrows slightly.

This guy always wore a tracksuit and ran around the playground, so she always thought he was a physically strong sports student.

I didn't expect him to have such a wealth of knowledge.

The question hit the nail on the head, even causing James to pause for a moment to think.

The class ended in a lively atmosphere.

Song Tingting closed her notebook, tucked the pen into her breast pocket, and walked out with the book between her legs.

I just stepped out of the teaching building.

A tall figure blocked my way.

Zhao Ziheng, with one hand in his pocket, blocked Song Tingting's path.

He was extremely tall, and he looked down at Song Tingting with his head down.

"Song Tingting, you're also attending Professor James's class? I heard that everyone who comes to his class is trying to get a spot to study abroad."

I plan to go overseas in the future. Are you asking so many questions because you also want to go abroad?

His tone was tentative, and his eyes were fixed on Song Tingting's face.

Song Tingting paused in her steps.

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.

This face might be considered handsome by others, but she only felt disgusted by it.

She scoffed, her eyes full of disdain.

Whether I go abroad or not has absolutely nothing to do with you.

Song Tingting, carrying her books, walked around him, took two steps, then stopped, turned back, and coldly said, "Don't worry, no matter what I do, I won't mess with you. Please stay away from me."

Done.

Song Tingting plunged into the crowd without looking back.

Zhao Ziheng stood frozen in place.

Several classmates passing by covered their mouths and chuckled, pointing and whispering.

He clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together.

This is the first time I've felt frustrated with a woman.