As soon as Su Zhiwei opened her eyes, she became an ancient young lady who took the place of marriage.
Good news: Bring your own space.
Bad news: The space connection is the 16-square-meter shabby work station before she traveled through time.
Other people's spaces are spiritual treasure troves, while hers are expired cookies and half-dead pothos. Looking for a panacea in someone else's space, she could only get a PPT that had been revised thirteen times.
My husband's family is in the cloth business, and the shop is about to be overrun by the other family. Su Zhiwei sat in the new house and calculated the accounts: Since the space is given, it will be in vain if you don't use it. There are 300 pages of brand plans stored in the computer, the printer still works, and the coffee machine is also good.
So the people in Yongchang City discovered that there was something wrong with the style of the new daughter-in-law of the Zhou family who was marrying for the wedding. The other young lady was doing embroidery and accounting, and she went to the dyeing shop every day, talking about "differentiated positioning" and "customer portraits."
And Zhou Yan, the newlywed husband who revealed that she was not the original owner, leaned against the door frame of the study and watched her tossing around without stopping or asking, only offering her a cup of tea after she finished her work.
"How many things are you hiding from me?"
Su Zhiwei took a sip of tea and replied calmly: "First approve my "Buzhuang Upgrade Plan"."
