My name is Zhao Juan, and I am the niece of the boss of Shanghai Tianhong Cloth Industry.
I remember it was the summer of the 27th year of the Republic of China.
The Huashang Gauze Exchange co-founded by Uncle Xin, Wang Shichang and others was finally established. Since my grandfather passed away when I was sixteen, I left my hometown in Anshan and stayed with my uncle. I was naturally present when they cut the ribbon.
The flash cannons fired by the reporters downstairs gave me a headache. I turned around to look for Xiaoshuang, but saw an unfamiliar face among the familiar crowd.
Compared with other people who chatted and joked in small groups, he was too quiet and too eye-catching. Wearing an indigo Neapolitan suit, he stood there, not in a hurry to socialize or talk to anyone. He was incompatible with this place, but he had a scornful aura. He looked like a young master from some newly wealthy family - if he hadn't been standing behind Liu Bo's chair holding Liu Bo's coat.
"So, you just moved here not long ago. The old housekeeper fell ill due to the fatigue of traveling and traveling. For a while, there will be no other housekeeper in this house. Am I right, young master?"
"You still know that I am the young master!"
Pluck the snow to find spring, burn the lanterns to continue the day.
Red light and green wine, surround the fire to cool off the cold.
Don't worry about half the wall of the smoke cage, and listen to the noise of the orchestra.
When the rooster crows at dawn, everything will turn into smoke.
Intention: with sincerity