Under Ye Zhenzhen's persuasion, the aunt finally let her poor son go, and then she pulled Ye Zhenzhen to praise Mrs. Jing Ningbo with her endless words. She was full of nice words that made people blush. In the end, she was really hurt.
I couldn't help but find an excuse to finally get rid of this old fanatic fan.
Ye Zhenzhen looked around as she walked, until she could no longer see the figure of the aunt, she breathed a sigh of relief and complained in annoyance, "It's hard to refuse kindness, and being too popular is also a kind of trouble."
However, the smile on her face was enough to show her true thoughts.
"You did a great job."
Cui Weizhen suddenly said something. Ye Zhenzhen was slightly stunned and looked at him with bright eyes: "What did you say?"
"You did a great job."
Cui Weizhen repeated it again without getting tired of it, reaching out to wipe away the sweat from the tip of her nose, her eyes were extremely gentle: "I am old and I am as old as a person, and I am young and I am as young as a person. This is something that many scholars cannot do.
, Zhen'er, you did it in another way, and your virtue and achievements are no less than those of men."
Regarding Ye Zhenzhen's career, Cui Weizhen was in a state of completely letting go. In addition, he had recently begun to compile the census results of population and cultivated land reported from various places. He did not know much about his wife's recent developments, so the old woman just mentioned the discount.
When this happened, he was also surprised.
It is a fact that everyone knows that businessmen pursue profit. Whether they are pure merchants or shops owned by powerful families, most of them are spending every penny and pursuing maximizing profits. It is unprecedented for someone as generous as Ye Zhenzhen.
Strange things to see.
The world only saw that Guose Rouge Shop was making money day by day, but they didn’t know how much money was invested in the development of each product. Cui Weizhen didn’t know much about it until Wang Qi came to Beijing to check the accounts with Zhen’er and he listened for a while.
The seemingly simple research and development of rouge gouache is actually not simple at all.
Now Ye Zhenzhen is willing to give up part of her profits to benefit the elderly, which cannot be done by anyone without a big heart, so she has to be praised as a high righteousness.
Ye Zhenzhen had just been praised by the old lady without blushing, but now she couldn't help but blush.
She may not care about other people's opinions, but Cui Weizhen is an exception. In everything she does, what she wants most is Cui Weizhen's approval——
Shu Ting's "To the Oak" best expresses her inner desire. She is a soaring flower, showing off herself with the help of high branches. She should be a kapok tree, standing side by side with her lover, sharing the sunshine and wind and rain, and sharing each other's roots.
The branches linger in the ground and never separate.
Even though her achievements were not even one percent of Cui Weizhen's, she never forgot to catch up.
Besides, there are some things she wants to do from the bottom of her heart.
"Although the rouge shop gives profits to the elderly, the elderly who can afford to buy the rouge and gouache in the store are from relatively well-off families. Small profits but quick turnover can be regarded as a promotional method, but it is not very righteous."
Ye Zhenzhen's expression gradually became serious: "There are many poor people in this world who don't have enough food or clothing to keep warm. Some women spend their entire lives without even using the cheapest and lowest quality rouge. Their lives are miserable and their fate is miserable.
Everyone has their own misfortunes and sufferings, and these are the ones who need our help the most."
The world is unkind and regards all things as stupid dogs. Everything has its own rules. Many people will let nature take its course and take care of themselves. Only a small number of people will look beyond the individual. And his Zhen'er is such a small number of people.
one.
Something seemed to be surging and stirring in Cui Weizhen's heart. His eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression became gentler. He asked almost against her forehead: "So, Zhen'er, what are you going to do?