Chapter 41

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Protagonist:

Jiang Wenyu

Yes, they could only choose to endure. They could afford this rent, but for the future, for what lay ahead, they had no choice but to compromise helplessly.

But Jiang Wenyu believed days like these would not last much longer before they changed for certain.

In the end Jiang Wenyu decided he would pay half the shop's rent each month; although Li Chen explicitly refused, Jiang Wenyu's attitude was extremely firm, and in the end Li Chen could only agree to Jiang Wenyu's proposal.

In Jiang Wenyu's view the two of them were partners, this shop was also their source of income, and his paying half the rent was only reasonable; although he reluctantly agreed, Li Chen still felt somewhat sorry toward Jiang Wenyu, saying he would definitely repay him properly in the future.

After that, for a period of time, to fill the rent gap their workloads increased to the maximum; not only Li Chen, but Jiang Wenyu also began running all over the place, the two of them splitting up to purchase all kinds of electrical equipment everywhere, and with the customers coming to them increasing daily, income grew as well, although they were more tired than usual.

Time passed in a blur like this for half a month; that Wang Tao did not make any further moves against them, and was instead recruiting manpower on a large scale, who knew what he was up to.

One evening, Jiang Wenyu dragged his exhausted body home; Chen Lan and Nuan Nuan had already returned.

"How did you get this worn out?" The moment she saw Jiang Wenyu's pale complexion Chen Lan immediately walked over.

Jiang Wenyu forced a smile: "It's nothing, the workload's been a bit heavy lately."

Chen Lan said worriedly: "Eat dinner and hurry off to rest for a bit."

"Okay."

After the meal, Jiang Wenyu lay on the bed; Chen Lan walked in carrying something, sat by the bed and suddenly said: "That garment you designed last time has been brought back."

Jiang Wenyu hadn't fallen asleep to begin with; hearing this he hurriedly opened his eyes and asked: "The competition entry?"

"Mm." Chen Lan seemed very happy; from the plastic bag she took out a jacket that made Jiang Wenyu's eyes light up.

The lines were well-proportioned, the body slim; one could tell the original style was a Zhongshan Suit, but it had undergone all kinds of modifications; Jiang Wenyu couldn't find a good adjective, yet at a glance it was exactly an open-collar shirt worn by middle-aged men in the 21st century! This was 1987, yet Chen Lan had actually relied on her own talent to design clothing that would only appear in the future.

The color leaned toward off-white overall; for wearing comfort many other designs had been added, such as the snug cuffs and the loose collar, the buttons neither too many nor too few, making it very convenient to put on.

"This was designed by you?" Jiang Wenyu was dumbfounded; he had never known Chen Lan's talent was this formidable.

Indeed, he truly hadn't known, because in his own original timeline Chen Lan had already passed away before the day arrived for her to display her talent.

Chen Lan also smiled: "Mm, the director helped me quite a lot too."

From this garment alone one could fully see Chen Lan's ahead-of-her-time design talent.

He couldn't help but smile happily too, and asked: "Wasn't it entered in the competition? How did the final result turn out?"

Chen Lan said with great satisfaction: "Second place, though I never expected to place at all to begin with."

She was indeed quite happy today, and Jiang Wenyu couldn't help but feel happy for her as well.

In the end this garment was kept by Jiang Wenyu; Chen Lan also told him that her purpose in designing clothing was to let more people dress a little better, especially those from low-to-middle-income families.

Compared to Jiang Wenyu, Chen Lan's work could be described as smooth sailing in every respect; the Clothing Factory director treated her with great care, and her coworkers were all very friendly.

The next day when she arrived at the Clothing Factory, the director even specially held a celebration for Chen Lan; you have to understand that was an international competition, so placing at all was already no easy feat.

Around ten o'clock that morning, Chen Lan was working when she suddenly saw the director rush out of the factory in a hurry; when she returned she had two people with her whose attire was particularly strange.

One man, one woman; the man was slightly older than the woman; the woman was young and beautiful, and although she wore her hair black, her features made it obvious she was a foreigner.