"Why?" Xu Nian’an didn’t understand. Shouldn’t they just push forward and open the store directly?
"Right now, Liunian’s product line isn’t particularly extensive. It’s okay for small cities, but for larger cities, it’s a bit lacking." Pei Yicheng had already discussed with Cheng Hao, recruited many skilled artisans, and with some homemade formulas from his grandfather, the variety of hand creams would increase, and they would also have face creams. By then, with a greater variety, it would be easier to sell.
"That’s true. Anyway, there are so many people buying hand creams and perfumes now." Though Xu Nian’an was a man, he often heard many girls mention Liunian’s perfume.
"We’re planning to launch another perfume this year."
Pei Yicheng increasingly felt that there were more and more people willing to spend money on perfumes and hand creams, even face creams. As long as he put in the effort to study them, he was sure he could make money.
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South City.
Gu Mingzhu took a day to accept reality and specifically chose a phone booth to call Jiang Jing.
After Jiang Jing went to Guangcheng, Gu Mingzhu had a hard time getting his number.
"Brother Jing."
As soon as Gu Mingzhu spoke, tears started streaming down her face. Between sobs, she told him about her illness.
Jiang Jing’s first reaction was that she was lying again.
She had attempted suicide twice before, both times to force him to stay, and eventually, it was Jiang’s mother who intervened. Whatever Jiang’s mother said to Gu Mingzhu, it made her willing to let go and leave.
Now, just over two months later, was Gu Mingzhu claiming she was ill just to make him come back?
"Mingzhu, we’re already divorced," Jiang Jing reminded her. "You can’t joke about your health."
"It’s true. You think I’m lying to you again, don’t you?" Gu Mingzhu leaned back against the phone booth, suddenly feeling cold inside. She realized that no matter what she did, Jiang Jing would never believe her again.
She suddenly let out a few soft laughs and said, "Jiang Jing, I’m sorry, I dialed the wrong number."
Gu Mingzhu’s voice, from the sobs moments ago to now being indifferent, inexplicably made Jiang Jing feel uneasy. Was she contemplating suicide again?
After hanging up, Jiang’s mother looked at Jiang Jing and said, "No matter what she says, don’t get involved. She’s an adult, you’re divorced, and her life or death is none of our business."
Seeing her son, Jiang’s mother couldn’t help but blame herself for having picked such a daughter-in-law. Her son was stubborn, and who knew when he would be willing to marry again.
"Mom, Mingzhu, she’s got leukemia."
"Is it another lie?" Jiang’s mother had the same first reaction as Jiang Jing. Then, seeing Jiang Jing’s expression, she lowered her voice, "Whether it’s a lie or not, you’re divorced. As her former spouse, you can give her some money, but you’re not to go. If anyone goes, let your father and me go."
Jiang’s mother was scared, afraid that Gu Mingzhu would cling to Jiang Jing endlessly.
"Xiaojing, we just got to Guangcheng, and there are still many things to do. You don’t have time to return to South City, right?" Jiang’s mother appealed emotionally and rationally, successfully dissuading Jiang Jing from thinking about returning to South City.
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"Doctor, if the bone marrow matches successfully, will donating have any impact on the donor?" Gu Hai secretly asked the doctor before doing the matching. He didn’t quite understand this. Could bone marrow really be transferred to someone else? Would there be no effects on oneself?