Ruan Qingyue heard something moving in the ward, but she didn't realize for a moment that Shen Chaochen was calling her.
"Coming, coming."
Ruan Qingyue hurriedly opened the door and walked into the ward, thinking that Shen Chaochen was not feeling well.
"It's already twelve o'clock, and the night is cold. If you really have something to do, come inside."
Ruan Qingyue was not being pretentious, "It's almost done here. I'll stay away from you and don't disturb you again."
At the beginning, the two of them were harmonious, but later, Shen Chaochen fell into a drowsy sleep, and the healing wound was painful and itchy, so he couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch it.
Ruan Qingyue was afraid of waking him up and injuring the wound again, so she had no choice but to walk over from the window and gently hold Shen Chaochen's right hand to prevent the wound from opening.
The lights in the ward will not go out, and the dim yellow light hits the pearls on the design surface, creating circles of warm colors, which is exactly the feeling Ruan Qingyue wants.
"Is this a design you made?"
Shen Chaochen's tired and magnetic voice suddenly pulled Ruan Qingyue out of her intoxication.
"Why are you awake? Does the wound hurt?"
Shen Chaochen shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the design draft in Ruan Qingyue's hand, "Cuixiang, I always feel that you are very different from before."
Ruan Qingyue did not avoid his probing gaze, "People change. Since coming to the city, I have seen a lot and have my own pursuits. Everything about me in the past was like a dream. Brother Chen, you Just treat me as if I was reborn from the ashes, isn’t that good?”
Shen Chaochen took a deep look at her, and in the end did not continue to investigate further, but just asked her to rest early.
Early the next morning, Shen's mother arrived at the hospital. Ruan Qingyue had already tidied up the ward and returned from having breakfast in the cafeteria.
Mother Shen felt distressed when she saw the faint dark circles under her eyelids, "Look at this girl, she was already skinny, but now she looks more like malnutrition. If your mother sees it, why don't you tear me apart?"
Ruan Qingyue smiled lightly and said, "How could it be possible? You treat me better than my mother."
Mother Shen opened her mouth, but said nothing. Ruan Qingyue didn't pay attention. She ate two mouthfuls of food in a hurry and came out of the hospital. Instead of going home, she took a bus to the market.
At this time, there wasn't much business in the shops, and many shops were not even open at all, but Sister Fan seemed to have expected her coming and was sitting at the stall drinking tea.
As soon as she saw her coming, Sister Fan really smiled and stood up from the chair, "Sister, I'm waiting for you. Have you eaten?"
Ruan Qingyue nodded, "After eating, the business waits for no one, and I'm afraid it will be delayed."
The two of them went upstairs, and Ruan Qingyue took out the design draft from the paper bag and spread it on the table.
Sister Fan looked at the manuscript, then looked up at Ruan Qingyue, her eyes full of disbelief, "Sister, tell me the truth, did you really draw this?"
"You see what you said, if there is something similar on the market, I will eat the design draft."
"Talent, really talented!"
Sister Fan couldn't help but sigh, "I've long noticed that you have extraordinary vision, but I didn't expect that you have such ability. The style you designed is more novel than the new products from Guangzhou. If it is mass-produced, it will definitely be the best." A hot item on the market!”
Ruan Qingyue had already guessed that Sister Fan would be satisfied, so she brought up the matter of cooperation.
But unlike what she expected, Sister Fan hesitated for a moment and made up her mind: "Sister, let me tell you the truth, what I do here is a wholesale business, which is not the same as those brand-name goods. I have your design drawings." If you can accept it, I will pay you whatever you want, but if you want us to do this business ourselves, I don’t think it’s possible.”
"Sister Fan, the wholesale business has come to an end, which is what it is now. Why don't you change your mind and open up a new path?"
Sister Fan looked at her with admiration and helplessness.
"You are still young, but I am not young after all. It is not easy to hold on to this deal. I really don't dare to mess around with it anymore."
At this point, Ruan Qingyue has fully understood her helplessness. She has seen the future development and knows the right path. However, not everyone has a future like her. In the end, she still cannot interfere with other people's choices.
This was Ruan Qingyue's first setback since she came here, but she didn't feel discouraged.
"Sister Fan, I'm a heretic when it comes to raising money. I don't want money. I want to use this design draft to exchange with you for the supply of raw materials for pearls, okay?"
"That's because I took advantage of you."
There is no way that Sister Fan will refuse to agree to this request. It is not difficult for Ruan Qingyue to find a pearl supply, but this design draft is different. Its value is not only reflected in money.
"Several of my cousins are raising clams in my hometown. Don't worry about the price. I decide. It will be 20% lower than the current market price. As long as you continue to use our pearls, this price will remain unchanged!"
Ruan Qingyue did not refuse Sister Fan's kindness, but this design draft was her first draft since coming here, and she hoped that it would not only be used as a commodity.
Sister Fan seemed to understand her concerns, "I like this pearl necklace very much. I have a little daughter at home, and I hope she can have a unique piece of jewelry when she gets married."
Ruan Qingyue lowered her head and signed her name on the design draft, added the date, and finally put the design draft back into the paper bag and solemnly handed it to Sister Fan.
When Ruan Qingyue left in the end, she brought many other goods with her. As the matter of Shen Chaochen was not resolved, she had no more thoughts to tinker with her own designs. It is estimated that she would have to make money by setting up a stall for a long time.
When Ruan Qingyue returned to the hospital, it was already past ten o'clock at night. Shen Chaochen was staying in the ward by himself, holding a book in his left hand, as if waiting for her to come back.
Ruan Qingyue was a little apologetic when people with large and small bags entered the house, "I disturbed your rest. Business is good today, so I stayed a little longer."
Shen Chaochen closed the book and put it aside, as if he wanted to talk to her.
"Drink a few sips of water and take a break."
After coming out of the market, Ruan Qingyue went to the Opera Square again. She heard that there would be rehearsals nearby every night. Her new batch of goods contained mostly small jewelry with a sense of design. The overall price was also on the high side, which was suitable for
Those who do art.
Ruan Qingyue was still calculating today's profits. Shen Chaochen thought for a long time and finally said, "I want to reconcile with the school. The school should compensate a sum of money, and you can use this money to start a business."
"Impossible," Ruan Qingyue rejected Shen Chaochen's idea without even thinking, "Why should I use your future as a stepping stone? You have good intentions, but have you ever thought about whether I can bear it?"
This was the first time Ruan Qingyue had treated Shen Chaochen coldly. She really couldn't figure out what Shen Chaochen was thinking. This was not a joke, it was related to his lifelong future.
