......WTF?

A funny guy???

Qian Zhi couldn't believe that Song Qishen was a man who didn't even know Internet slang.

He even uses words like funny.

Song Qishen's voice was very light at the end, with a slight hint of displeasure, "Why don't I know about this?"

He had the nerve to mention it.

Qianzhi almost dug out the old account of o98k.

Seeing how she was lost in her thoughts, Song Qi made a profound point, "Brother, I know a lot."

Hearing his strange tone, Qian Zhi ignored him and did not continue the topic.

Having been together day and night for so long, she had a clear grasp of Song Qishen's temperament.

In fact, when Qianzhi raised her doubts, she listed them out in a reasonable manner, "But others may not necessarily associate it with Doubi."

for example--

“big cake”

"Douban"

"Bunker"

"............"

Qian Zhi said this and shut up knowingly.

What is this?

She wanted to speak again, but was interrupted by Song Qishen neatly, "It's not Dubao after all."

"So." His voice trailed off very long, "What are you regretting?"

"I have no regrets, I just asked." Qian Zhi blinked.

Let’s just assume that Song Qishen wanted to express certain feelings using overlapping words.

She knew that the old man might still be a little shy in this regard.

Many years later, when Song Qishen found out that Qian Zhi had called him "old man" from time to time, he was so angry that he couldn't sleep for a long time.

He's only five years older, which means he's not "mature" at most, so how can he be called "old"?

Then of course Song Qishen did not let her go.

He even hung her up childishly, but it was not a beating, but a punishment in another sense.

"No matter how much others guess, they can't guess that Dudu will go up there." Song Qishen stood up slightly, then raised his hand and turned off the light.

The room was plunged into a rich inky blackness.

Qianzhi adapted for a while, staring at the chandelier above her head that was still dimly shining in the darkness, watching the aperture slowly shrink until it turned into a dot of orange light.

"Although I can't guess what's above, the speech I wrote in the small envelope last time, gg and dd, people who buy perfume must know something." Qian Zhi closed her eyes and suddenly said this sentence

.

"How do you say it?" Song Qishen responded.

Qian Zhi cursed him for not being able to understand this, but finally explained it slowly.

"They look like a couple."

"But it doesn't seem to be very obvious." Song Qishen naturally saw Qian Zhi's pamphlet.

He asked for it from Qian Zhi regardless of the fact that it was a limited edition.

There is one in the study room of Nanyuan, and one in the office on the top floor of the Song family.

Don't talk about anything else, what this girl writes is quite heart-wrenching.

Wherever she wants to go, go with her later.

Qian Zhi took Song Qishen's words and retorted briefly, "...why isn't it obvious...and besides, this can be considered a tribute to my lover——\"

In the middle of the sentence, she paused, her tone was uncertain, and she popped out several words, "Equal to...the same as?"

"I can understand the love words you said." Song Qishen's voice sounded faintly.

Qian Zhi secretly, quietly, thinking that no one would notice, glared at him. In the darkness, he probably couldn't see her expression, so Qian Zhi became bolder.

Damn it...he can only understand "To my love".

Qian Zhi thought she was hiding something, but she didn't know that Song Qishen had already understood her little thoughts.

"You don't say anything and you're scolding me secretly?"

...Can that be called a curse?

At most it is a small misinterpretation of love.

"Don't make random assumptions about people..." Qian Zhi retorted, but her momentum would weaken in front of him.

Song Qishen didn't give her a chance. He reached out with his fingertips and said in a nonchalant tone, "We Daibao don't want to go to school tomorrow, right?"

Qianzhi avoided the flurry of temptations from his fingertips and raised her hand to pull the thin quilt over her head, barely covering her little head.

"I really didn't...don't do this..."

Song Qishen was just joking, but she responded to these words with a tone as coquettish as a little wild cat.

This is a bit unbearable.

He secretly calmed down the swelling somewhere, and the words he spoke had a bit of a fierce and vicious flavor, completely losing the dignity and elegance of the past.

"I'll let you go this time!"

The next time he provokes her, it would be better if he doesn't brand this girl to a solid state.

After Qian Zhi heard this, she buried herself in the bed and didn't dare to move.

After returning to Beijing University, Qian Zhi was really busy in the first few days of the first semester, exactly like when she first entered school as a freshman.

Although the opening week of school is staggered with the new batch of freshmen, the busyness of the beginning of school can really make people busy.

Because Qianzhi had to check her credits when she was studying in France, she had to go to the college to find a counselor.

In order to avoid having to go back and complete the procedures in the future if something goes wrong, it is actually better to be more careful now and sit back and relax.

On the way to the academy and on the way back, she met acquaintances.

On the way there, Qian Zhi met the old professor.

When she wanted to start her own business and establish her own nameplate, the old professor knew about it.

At the beginning of the major separation, Qian Zhi told him about her future direction.

Now that we have met, the old professor has also heard the good news about the Qianzhi perfume design studio in the previous summer, so of course he congratulates her.

In fact, in the early days of starting a business, Qian Zhi learned a lot of experience from asking old professors.

The old professor devoted his life to the laboratory of Peking University, but he also traveled extensively and visited many places where perfumes originated.

At the very least, when he was still young, he was recruited from outside and became a teacher in some higher perfumery colleges.

He can somewhat understand the current situation of certain countries' styles and consumer preferences.

Now that he has been in China for a long time, he has always had a far-sighted attitude towards the development prospects of the perfume market.

Although the market is not yet mature, its tolerance and acceptance are very high, and there are many business opportunities that can be seized.

It depends on whether those who want to snatch this piece of cake are willing to put in the effort and make long-term struggles and preparations.

The domestic perfume design and R&D market is like a young and tender germ. Once carefully cared for, it will surely grow into a vast forest.

In this wilderness, who can be the leader and who can be the best has actually only been in the past few years.

With the development of related majors in universities and the increasing attention of some brand companies, this is a sign of the rise of this new industry in China.

"If anything happens in the future or you encounter trouble, you can come to me." The old professor took out a list of names and handed it to Qian Zhi, "I was particularly fond of you before, and it's not without reason. Quiet

People can always achieve great things quietly, and it is a good thing that you are willing to study this aspect in depth."

In fact, many domestic perfumers who have studied this field have been hired as special employees in large foreign companies.

On the contrary, there are only a few who make their own brands.

"Teacher, what is this?" Qianzhi stared at the list. There were some contact information attached to it. It could be seen that it was specially compiled by the old professor.

"I'll give it to you when you go back to school." The old professor pushed up the glasses frame, "These are the leading masters in the domestic perfume field. You can go have tea with them and discuss something, and you can always learn something."

"Teacher!" Qianzhi was happy and surprised.

This is the originator of domestic perfumers who has been in the mountains for a long time and cannot be invited. He is also a master-level figure who cannot be invited no matter how many resources he has.

The reason why the old professor did this was probably because of his trust and favor in her.

Or maybe it’s someone’s thoughts on the future of this industry.
To be continued...