"This scene is too bloody," Ye Qinghan said, "Let's talk somewhere else."
After changing to a cafe, Ye Qinghan asked Ying Zhimei in confusion: "Why did you choose a place like a bar to discuss things?"
Ying Zhimei lowered her head and whispered: "I thought it was safer there."
Ye Qinghan couldn't help but glance at her. It was really hard to guess what the woman was thinking. Why did she think the bar was safer?
Too lazy to ask her, Ye Qinghan said: "Haven't the contract and procedures been completed? Is there anything you must see me for?"
Only then did Ying Zhimei come to her senses and said to Ye Qinghan: "Well, Zhao Lingyi's shop used to be a custom-made clothes shop. After she left, she took the original designer with her."
"And that batch of materials can only be supplied to her family in Jiangning. So some old customers have been complaining recently. Now the shopping mall has lost many old customers, and other merchants are also complaining."
Ye Qinghan didn't quite understand: "The clothing industry is so developed now, it shouldn't be difficult to customize a batch of materials of the same quality, right?"
Ying Zhimei shook her head: "Not only does that kind of silk material have requirements for its place of origin, but it is also purely handmade. The embroiderer's skills must also be quite extraordinary."
"What is being circulated now is the palace's production method, which is smoother than the one made by machines, and the most important thing is that it is more comfortable."
"Materials made by machines are added with special fibers to make them straight, but after cleaning, they will lose their original drape."
"If you make it bold, it will look stiff."
Ye Qinghan didn't understand what she was talking about at all, and said directly: "You must mean to find the person who made the fabric for her, and also find her original designer?"
Ying Zhimei felt that she had caused trouble to Ye Qinghan, lowered her head and whispered: "The designer may not be sure, but with such fabric, we have no other way."
"Let's just go find the fabric manufacturer." Ye Qinghan said, "Leave this matter to me."
“Where are the manufacturers of fabrics?”
Ying Zhimei shook her head: "We don't know. Lei Qiang has been doing this for her. Even her store clerk doesn't know about it, so we have no place to ask."
"I understand." Ye Qinghan thought for a while, suddenly thought of someone, and said to Zhimei, "Just find someone you trust to buy a dress from her and give the fabric to me."
Unexpectedly, things were so simple. Ying Zhimei asked in disbelief: "Is this really okay?"
Ye Qinghan looked at her with wide eyes: "Don't you believe me?"
"No, no," Ying Zhimei said quickly, "Of course I believe in Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye is omnipotent."
This compliment is quite comforting, and so is this boss lady.
However, Chen Yang, who was short-sighted, actually urged him: "Brother Ye, it's almost time, we should go back."
After getting in the car, Ye Qinghan complained: "Can't you wait for me to finish drinking that cup of coffee? It's so heartless."
Chen Yang said seriously: "Of course I can wait for you, but Mr. Bao may not be able to wait."
"I'm worried that if we go too late, he will destroy your leg."
As soon as Ye Qinghan heard the words Master Bao, he immediately shut up.
"Did you have coffee with a woman?" It sounded like a jealous voice, but it was said so naturally.
Ye Qinghan was confused. He didn't think there was anything wrong with drinking coffee with a woman, so he naturally replied: "Well, I just finished drinking it."
Bao Yu looked very ugly: "You can drink with women in the future, but you must not drink coffee with women."
This condition was so weird that Ye Qinghan couldn't help but ask: "Can I drink coffee with a man?"
"That's no problem."
It’s so strange. What’s the point of this?
But Bao Yu's face was too lazy to explain, as if Ye Qinghan would be a fool if he asked more.
In fact, Ye Qinghan really wanted to be a fool for once and wanted to understand why.
But he knew that even if he became a fool, Bao Yu would not tell him the reason, so he let it go.
Because he already knows Bao Yu's temper, the more you ask him, the more he won't say anything.
But if you ask him, after a long time, he will choose a time to tell you.
After seeing through this habit, Ye Qinghan slowly adapted to it, trying to make his curiosity as indifferent as possible.
"Not bad." Bao Yu changed the medicine for him, looked at the foot and said, "You can walk around normally."
Ye Qinghan was about to respond when he suddenly heard Bao Yu say: "Don't kick people with this foot."
"Ah?" Ye Qinghan looked at him inexplicably, "Is it because it hasn't recovered yet?"
Bao Yu said angrily: "Because this foot was cured by me, I want you to swear that you will never kick anyone with this foot."
"What if someone wants to kill me?" Ye Qinghan tried to muddle through.
Unexpectedly, Bao Yu said mercilessly: "If your other two hands and one foot can't beat the opponent, then you should die."
It's really unreasonable. For people like Jiang Ning alone, Ye Qinghan's hand is enough.
He looked up at the sky, the distant sky, and thought to himself: But in the unknown world, who knows what will happen? Otherwise, the old man would not let himself return to Jiangning.
Being able to send someone with his position back means that Jiangning is likely to have a bloody storm.
And in this bloody storm, there will definitely be crises step by step.
"Okay, I promise you." Even so, facing Bao Yu's clear eyes, Ye Qinghan still had to agree to him.
A person can face the most ferocious devil without fear, but in front of beautiful people, he will be full of awe.
"This foot is yours, I will never kick anyone with it."
"Yes." Bao Yu stood up and took out a few medicine bottles for Ye Qinghan, "It's okay. You can apply it every day and it will be fine for another two months."
"Don't you need to come back to change the dressing?"
I'm used to seeing him in this place, but I'm not used to seeing him here all of a sudden.
"Although you originally had murderous aura, it was simple."
"You are becoming more and more smoky now, and I don't like you anymore."
Unexpectedly, Bao Yu said it so directly, Ye Qinghan was speechless.
When he got in the car and walked back, he looked back and saw that Bao Yu was bending down among the herbs to check, without even looking at him.
"Why do I feel like I'm lovelorn?" Ye Qinghan suddenly asked Chen Yang, "I'm a little doubtful about my interest now. Why do I feel like I'm falling in love with him?"
Chen Yang chuckled: "Brother Ye, do you think so? When I was on Jueding, I always thought you were a mighty man."
"But in front of Mr. Bao, you are simply a wronged little wife."
He pinched his nose and imitated a woman's voice: "Mr. Bao, please don't worry, I will never kick anyone with your foot."
The lifelike look made Ye Qinghan hit him angrily: "Do you want to die? How often have I said that?"
"That's what I think in my heart." Chen Yang said without mercy, "I have heard the voice from the bottom of your heart."