The awards ceremony was decorated in a simple and elegant manner, basically in accordance with Manshu's requirements.
She came here just to check it out and watch them rehearse.
I only stayed at the venue for an hour.
Then, Sister Zhang took them to the restaurant to try the dishes.
This is the point.
Every dish was exquisite and tasted quite good. Manshu was very satisfied.
"Don't be shy on that day. There are many ladies coming to this award ceremony. If they like the exhibits at the scene, they will give their share to the original author if they sell them."
The reason why it is divided is because of Qingyan’s signature.
Of course, Qingyan only takes 30% of the money, and Qingyan doesn’t want the money, all of it will be used for charity.
With this gimmick, almost all the top ten people are willing to sell their works.
And said that they are also willing to donate 30%.
No matter why these people opened their mouths, Qingyan is grateful for their kindness. When publicizing, she will definitely emphasize the top ten charitable deeds.
“If the designer doesn’t want to sell the exhibits, he can take them back for collection.”
"Our previous promises all count. Sister Zhang remembers to communicate with the contestants first."
Sister Zhang nodded, indicating that the work has been arranged.
Manshu is still relieved about Sister Zhang.
During the meal, everyone just chatted casually.
Only then did Manshu find out that Sister Zhang got divorced this year and her daughter was in the third grade of junior high school. She and her husband were considering whether to hide it from their daughter for a few years.
It was said that my parents' jobs were transferred, so they had to be separated.
Wait until she graduates from high school before officially telling her.
Sister Zhang is a strong woman at work, but she also has her own troubles in life.
It just so happened that Manshu and the others had just entered their freshman year and had just finished taking the college entrance examination.
They were also like children, so Sister Zhang hesitated for a while before explaining her situation to a few young people and asking them for advice.
"Manshu, do you think my daughter will find out in advance that her father and I have divorced?"
"Should I wait until she finishes her high school entrance exam to tell her about this?"
Manshu did not expect that the strong woman Sister Zhang would have such troubles.
"Why did Sister Zhang and her ex-husband divorce?"
"Are you having bad feelings?"
Manshu did not deliberately inquire about other people's gossip, but wanted to analyze specific issues in detail.
"Our relationship is just like how you young people describe it today, from school uniforms to wedding dresses."
"We are high school classmates and college alumni, and we have been together since high school.
Naturally, the universities are not separated either."
"We relied on our own efforts to get married the second year after graduation. Of course, we also needed help from our family."
"However, no matter how good the relationship is, it cannot withstand the hardships of time."
"Our relationship began to turn into a family relationship."
"I never thought that when everyone was busy with their careers, he would go outside to find freshness."
"Like many stories, he cheated on me. I found traces of lipstick on the collar of his shirt. There was a strange smell of perfume on him, and there was a woman's long hair mixed in the clothes."
"And I had short hair at the time."
Sister Zhang’s story is very cliché, but also very heart-wrenching.
From school uniforms to wedding dresses, what a beautiful story, but her husband persisted through the seven-year itch, but still let her down.
She was also hysterical when she found out her husband was cheating on her.
She asked him why he betrayed her. She trusted him so much, but he stabbed her heart mercilessly.