Zuo Yunshan, who came downstairs first, sat on the sofa in the hall far away from the service desk. It was half past ten, and there were very few people in this mixed place at the moment. In front of him, a young foreign woman was reading a newspaper with her legs crossed; opposite, an elderly foreign couple was talking quietly. Japanese are all men.
Ye Ya got off the elevator and walked to the checkout area at the service desk. The slightly fat figure looks a bit funny. She turned out not to be fat. From her body shape, Zuo Yunshan felt the majesty of a rich lady from an upper-class family. Even now, it must be like this in the eyes of others.
He looked at Ye Ya from a distance as if nothing had happened. It seemed like she turned her face and gestured this way. She paid. Probably a foreign passenger plane had arrived, and a group of crew members and stewardesses gathered in front of the service desk.
When entering and exiting the hotel, the two of them were separated, and they did not walk in the lobby or take the elevator together, because that would inevitably be seen by others. Compared to Zuo Yunshan, Ye Ya was more worried. She was afraid of being bumped into by friends or her husband's acquaintances, but Zuo Yunshan had no scruples.
Ye Ya paid the bill, turned her head and glanced this way with her handbag in hand, and nodded lightly. Zuo Yunshan nodded quietly.
After Ye Ya walked out of the turnstile, Zuo Yunshan sat on the sofa for another 10 minutes, waiting until Ye Ya took a taxi to leave.
He was still immersed in the luxurious atmosphere of a first-class hotel. The hall in the magnificent hall brings people's hearts into a short-lived world of elegance, making people feel contempt for the privileges of the poor. This is very similar to the business policy of beauty salons to intoxicate customers. The carved cream-colored walls are inlaid with several long glass mirrors, and gorgeous crown-shaped lamps hang from the ceiling. The rococo hall is hung with small reproduction paintings from the 19th century - in this beauty room, the female guests enjoy the service of the beautician in a shy and pretentious manner. These are already included in Zuoyunshan’s blueprint. He thought of his high school classmate Xiao Meng. He heard that he also used women as a ladder to climb up.
"After you open the store, anyone can do it, except Wei Chun!"
Ye Ya's voice echoed in her ears.
A grown woman's senses are not dull. Wei Chun's current situation is no different from Ye Ya's situation before she fell into his hands. This tall, beautiful 27-year-old woman is very necessary for Zuo Yunshan.
It is said that she rents an expensive apartment, usually dresses well, talks elegantly, socializes with celebrities, and treats them with a hint of contempt in her words. It all stems from her career.
Wei Chun's "career" is exactly what Zuo Yunshan needs and will be of great use in the future.
10 minutes passed. Zuo Yunshan slowly stood up and walked out of the revolving door. There were taxis parked outside. The tall buildings receded one after another, and the streets filled with people flowed quickly to the rear.
Thirty or forty minutes later, Zuo Yunshan was in a completely different world. Time and space are not connected. There is no bird's-eye view of the city from the high-rise buildings here. You can only see small houses crowded in narrow alleys. The vast night sky is depressing, and the moon is hiding somewhere.
There is no elevator here, only a narrow and shabby iron staircase attached to the outside of the apartment; there is no revolving door, only a single door with peeling paint.
Opening the door, there was a note on the ground.
On the paper with the words "Qi Wen Beauty Studio" printed on the corner, there is a message written in pencil: "Please come to my house for breakfast tomorrow. Liu Mei."
It's the boss lady. This is a kind of "favor" for the mainstay employees in the store. It was probably delivered by the maid in the store. Zuo Yunshan tore up the note.
He sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette in a daze for a long time. The ceiling is dark, the door is covered with stains, and there is a combination bookcase next to a crude table in the corner, which contains "Physics and Chemistry", "Skin Science", "Physiological Anatomy", "Health Code", " "Disinfection Method", "Infectious Diseases", "Beauty Theory", "Cosmetic Dermatology", as well as "Latest Hairstyle Collection", "Feelings of Hairstyles", "Mrano Style Hairstyle Techniques", "My Techniques" Secrets", "Technical Tutorials" and other thick books, all carefully written by beauty experts. There are also some women's clothing magazines, entertainment magazines, etc. The rest are eight complete works of Chinese literature given by customers as gifts. .
Compared to a hotel room, this place is quieter. After all, it is my own house. But this is by no means satisfactory.
The sound of the door opening came from the adjacent room.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Zuo Yunshan, are you back? There was a loud knock on the door.
Opening the door, a 30-year-old man with long, disheveled hair came in. He wore a pair of black-rimmed round glasses on his swollen face, a fashionable red plaid sweater, and an khaki work jacket. Trousers, with red and blue paint on the knees.
"Ah, it's Ye Gang."
Zuo Yunshan greeted him with a smile. Ye Gang is the neighbor next door.
"When I hear a noise here, I guess you're back."
Ye Gang walked into the house. He was a little shy, so he sat on the chair in a dignified manner after entering the room. Because of my high myopia, a pair of eyeballs under my glasses are bulging. He looked at Zuo Yunshan and said with a smile:
"I work at home alone, and I always look forward to your coming back."
He smoked heavily, and his crooked teeth were blackened with smoke.
"Madam hasn't come back yet?"
The alarm clock on the table has passed 11:30.
"I called 20 minutes ago and said I would buy some more food and would be right back."
Ye Gang's wife is named He Zhi, and she works in a bar.
"The bread she bought must be fried meat sandwich bread. She knew I was hungry. Will you come and eat it too?"
"Thank you. You have a good wife, you are so lucky!"
"She is very capable, but I don't want her to do the job she is doing now. Well, I will think of a way, but I have to deal with it for the time being."
"Come on, I see you've put in a lot of effort. Are you going to do it till this point tonight?"
"I'm painting a poster for a prize, and other odd jobs will be completed in the evening."
“You are so capable”
"Can you do it? How can you get money if you don't do it? I have no choice but to work hard. Oh, this way I can improve my level."
Ye Gang came to Nanguang 4 years ago and worked in a pattern design shop to draw pictures for a printing factory. He came to Nanguang determined to engage in commercial pattern design, which was his wish when he was in college. He has won prizes in prize-winning pattern essay contests several times. His wish is to become a first-class pattern designer in Nam Kwong.
Ye Gang is not lucky yet. There are many people in Nanguang who are good at this, and the market has been occupied by them. It is difficult for an unknown local pattern designer to find a loophole to get into this tightly closed circle of influence. Now, he takes on some piecemeal business from pattern designers he knows well.
