Chu Qingwan explained everything in detail and carried out it behind closed doors for ten days.
During the past ten days, a group of children suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Kyoto. They were holding thick stacks of paper and handing them out to everyone they met.
The paper is full of pictures and texts. Those who are literate can read the words and those who are illiterate can get the same message: a ready-made clothing store called "Nishangfang" on West Street is about to open.
On the opening day, anyone who comes to buy clothes with pictures and paper sheets can enjoy discounts.
In addition, the top performer of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion will bring all the beauties from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to join in the show, and Hong Luan will also perform the Jinghong Dance on the spot.
Although most promiscuous women are looked down upon by others, Hong Luan is famous in Kyoto and everyone knows that she is an artist rather than a prostitute, so she is sought after by quite a few people.
Furthermore, Hong Luan is famous for its Jinghong Dance, but not many people have actually seen it. Normally, people would spend thousands of dollars to go to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to see it. Now that it is available for free, people naturally flock to it.
Therefore, even before Nishangfang opened, it was already well-known because of Hongluan. It was spread from one person to another, and even the Liu family and Chu Qingyue in the backyard of Shenzhai heard about it.
Mrs. Liu said: "I heard from your eldest brother that this shop is right opposite our shop. With such a huge momentum, could it be that they are here for us?"
Chu Qingyue didn't take it seriously: "It's just a gimmick. Hong Luan can't leave the Xiaoxiang Pavilion easily, let alone call friends. Who can be so generous?"
Mrs. Liu frowned slightly: "This is Kyoto, and there are many aristocratic families everywhere, so a little silver is nothing."
Chu Qingyue smiled: "Mom, you are going astray."
"No matter how beautiful Hong Luan is, she is just a promiscuous woman. Reputation is the most important thing in an aristocratic family. Who would want to be associated with such a low-level person?"
Mrs. Liu thought it right, but she was always a little uneasy.
Chu Qingyue comforted her: "Mom, don't think too much. Even if you are here for our family, how many years has our store been open? It is well-known by everyone, how can a new store compare to it?"
These words obviously touched Mrs. Liu's heart. She patted the back of Chu Qingyue's hand and relaxed her eyebrows.
The mother and daughter talked about themselves for a while and brought up Chu Qingwan.
Chu Qingyue said softly: "Speaking of which, my sister hasn't come to see grandpa for several days. I wonder what she is busy with."
Mrs. Liu's face tightened: "What can she do? It's probably because the old man listened to your elder brother's advice and got enlightened. She can't deceive her anymore, so she just doesn't bother to come."
Chu Qingyue said hesitantly: "Sister, she...should not be such a person."
Mrs. Liu snorted coldly: "Why not! Yue'er, you are just too kind. You always think that everyone is the same as you. Then what good thing can Chu Qingwan do if she can force me to apologize to a mother-in-law?"
"Look, she can't deceive the old man now, and she doesn't even do any superficial tricks. I want to see if after a while, the old man will have any reason to pamper her!"
Chu Qingyue sighed with regret: "It's great that grandpa can wake up, but I don't know how my sister is doing outside."
Mrs. Liu's eyes turned cold: "Even if you die, it has nothing to do with the Chu Mansion!"
Because of what happened to Mrs. Song, she completely hated Chu Qingwan, and Chu Qingyue often fanned the flames in her ears. Now she doesn't have any affection for that daughter.
Chu Qingyue was very satisfied with the result. She lowered her eyes and said nothing, with a smile on her lips.
At that time, Cuiping, the maid of Biboyuan, came in with sweet soup. While serving the two of them, she picked up the latest news she had heard recently and told them about it.
What a coincidence, it's Nishangfang again.
Cuiping spoke so vividly that Liu felt a sense of crisis in her heart and looked angry.
Chu Qingyue said hurriedly: "Mom, don't worry too much. Zuoyi Clothes Shop will open the day after tomorrow. Then we will go and have a look. Everything will be clear."