Chapter 146: Snow Mountain
Wang Xia’s lawyer handled the case fairly well and it did not cause a big uproar, and netizens were also attracted away by other hot topics.
Ye Zhenzhen has a lot of work to deal with every day, and there are endless trivial matters, big and small. As a boss, she has no time to relax.
On sleepless nights, Ye Zhenzhen occasionally worked as a waiter in an online store. Customers would be surprised that customer service would reply to messages so late, and complain that the boss was too exploitative of employees. Ye Zhenzhen said, "I am the boss. I don't have money to hire employees, so I have to do everything myself." Customers sent a long string of surprised emojis, saying that being a boss is not easy.
Negative emotions are like a Swiss-made precision mechanical watch, which is wound once every seven days and rotates thirty times clockwise.
Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are both weekends, so the store is bustling with activity and everyone is like a clockwork jumping frog.
June 2015, 12, the weather is cloudy.
Ye Zhenzhen was yawning early in the morning and had just arrived at the store with a cup of coffee when Ye Mao sent her a WeChat message.
[Sister, you are a boss now, you still need to pay attention to your image. How about taking back the bags and jewelry you left at Guanlanju? ]
[It costs money to buy new ones yourself, so use the existing ones. You can also use them for taking photos. ]
As a boss, you have to pay attention to your image, increase revenue and reduce expenditure, and save wherever you can.
This is not unreasonable.
Those bags and jewelry were given to her by Wen Baijing. She didn't take anything with her when they broke up because she couldn't take the most important luggage with her, so she simply didn't want anything.
She used to wear those clothes to work, and sometimes colleagues would ask her where she bought them and how much they cost. She could only say that they were cheap products bought online and were not genuine.
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the wide black hairband on her left wrist and made up her mind.
[Remember to bring all your watches. It doesn’t matter whether you take the others or not. ]
After thinking for a while, she told Ye Mao not to forget the set of Graff's necklace and bracelet.
Why was she pretending to be so noble? She had done more vulgar things. Compared with them, taking back the bags and jewelry seemed insignificant.
The store was not busy in the morning, so Ye Zhenzhen sat upstairs and checked her second batch of friends' circles to see if there were any new styles. She also flipped through some public accounts related to clothing.
The flower arrangement on the coffee table is a little withered and yellow, it’s time to change it to a new floral design.
In order to improve the style of the store and make it easier for customers to take photos, Ye Zhenzhen makes flower arrangements every five to seven days. She prefers the Zen and abstract artistic conception of the Ikebana school.
Ye Zhenzhen came to a familiar flower shop, ready to pick out some flowers to arrange in the store.
The shop owner was sorting out the newly arrived flowers, and the floor was littered with newspapers and diagonally cut flower branches.
Seeing the old customer coming, the boss Han Qi greeted her with a smile: "The beauty is here. This batch of powder snow mountain is of very good quality, but it is too troublesome to pierce and cut the roots."
Ye Zhenzhen noticed that the black plastic bucket was filled with pink flowers.
She was shocked for a second, then asked casually as if nothing had happened: "How come we can enter so many snowy mountains? Did someone make a reservation?"
Han Qi mechanically stabbed: "I bought sixty bundles, just in case. There are many people buying flowers on New Year's Eve."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't say anything and started picking imported eucalyptus leaves and Australian hot plums.
Han Qi started to chatter: "You don't know, a few years ago, I just opened a flower shop for a few days, and I received a big order. The customer ordered a thousand pink snow mountain flowers. I still remember clearly that the customer placed the order on May 5th and asked me to deliver it to a girl on May 19th."
"The profit from one order of 1,000 imported rose bouquets is enough to cover the store's expenses for a month."
Ye Zhenzhen was selecting holly plants nonchalantly, not looking up. "That's quite lucky. We can get a big order right after opening the store."
Han Qi sighed: "I had no experience at that time, and I didn't have enough stock, so I didn't have the luck to make that money."
"My colleagues ordered fresh cut flowers half a month in advance for Valentine's Day. I didn't dare to order too much when I just opened the store. After all, the shelf life is too short. If I can't sell them within seven days, they will be no different from rotten dog shit."
Han Qi recalled the scene at that time. He was so anxious that he went to his peers to borrow some. However, fresh cut flowers were in short supply during the festivals. His peers stocked up according to customers' orders, and there were too many to borrow.
Han Qi finally made the deal, but he didn't make much money. He only collected 199 pink snow mountains.
To this day, it is still a concern for Han Qi. In the following years, he would reserve thousands of pink snow mountain flowers in advance at the Dounan Flower Market during every festival.
However, the customers who had once booked Powder Snow Mountain never placed an order with him for Thousand Snow Mountain again.
Han Qi walked over to Ye Zhenzhen, wiped his hands with his apron, and continued, "This is my biggest regret since I opened the store."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded in understanding. For a store owner, not being able to meet customer needs was indeed a regrettable and guilty thing.
"Maybe your customer has already caught up with the girl he likes and is very happy now. He doesn't need to buy pink snow mountain to express his love."
Han Qi smiled with relief, lowered his head and fiddled with his phone. After a while, he handed the phone to Ye Zhenzhen, "Look, I still have that customer's WeChat, but I've never seen him send a photo of his girlfriend."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to gossip about others, her eyes darted around, and her peripheral vision inadvertently swept across a familiar profile picture.
The smile froze on her face, and she could hear the sound of ice cracking in her heart like celadon.
"That year was 2012. I remember the customer's surname was Wen, and he wanted to give it to a girl named Ye."
My heart broke into thousands of pieces of ice.
Han Qi was still saying something, but Ye Zhenzhen could no longer hear him.
The only sound in my ears was the crisp sound of my heart breaking.
The loss of Wenbaijing is not a torrential rain, but the endless plum blossom season in the south of the Yangtze River, dripping drop by drop.
The rainy season in Jiangnan is too long.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't remember how she got back to the store, but it was only a short distance of more than a thousand steps, but it seemed like she had walked for half a century to get there.
Zhongli stood at the door of the store, helped take the flowers from her hand, and said shiveringly, "It's so cold! Come into the store and warm up."
Standing on the second floor of the store, Ye Zhenzhen placed a sword mountain in a Japanese black porcelain flower arrangement vessel, holding a pair of scissors in her right hand and flowers in her left hand, conceiving the floral shape.
Zhongli was holding a tablet next to him, "Zhenzhen, the way you arrange flowers is very atmospheric. Don't move. I'll take a picture of you."
Ye Zhenzhen forced a smile and refused, "Don't make trouble and affect my ideas."
Zhongli ignored her and took out his phone to take pictures. "Is it fun for you to learn flower arrangement? Tell me about it."
Ye Zhenzhen took the flowers and determined the position of the main branch. "It's really fun."
"There were two weird guys in our class. They were big, strong men, but they were clumsy and always made jokes in class. When we taught them to tie bows, they were tangled into balls of yarn..."
"The flower arrangement teacher often couldn't help laughing in class, which really affected the class. They couldn't even remember the names of the flowers. They couldn't tell the difference between emperor, princess, bridal flowers, and pincushions until the end of the course..."
Zhongli laughed until his stomach hurt, his face full of disbelief: "Why would they force themselves to learn flower arrangement?"
Ye Zhenzhen cut a section of the root of the wintersweet at an angle, "Who knows! Maybe you want to temper your temper and cultivate your sentiments."
Zhongli sat up straight and glanced out the window. "It's so cold today, and the sky is gray. Is it going to snow?"
Ye Zhenzhen held the scissors in her backhand, as if recalling something, and murmured: "It hasn't snowed in Yuncheng for many years..."