Perfumer of the Republic of China

On the left of Liu Yanhuan is the exquisite French afternoon tea, and on the right is the wide river surface.

He turned to look at the man beside him: "Most of the credit is due to Feiran. I was just inspired by him."

"Being inspired to have such amazing courage and creativity proves that I am not mistaken." Fan Meng said with a smile, "We have caught up with the good times. Now the economy is booming, stocks are soaring, and the rich are accumulating wealth , luxury consumption is also increasing day by day, and perfume is the general trend of development.”

"Which stocks did Aunt Fan buy?"

"I'm busy on weekdays, and the stocks are all handled by brokers. Some of them are long-term. If you want to enter the market, don't ask me. Isn't there an expert sitting next to you?"

"None of the three brothers is safe. I heard that your elder brother is working in a fund company recently. Do you know what's going on?"

Qin Feiran took a sip of coffee, and said casually: "Aunt Fan, you know, my elder brother never likes me to ask about his affairs, but the stock market is booming recently, so he must have entered the market. As for how to play, it depends on the individual. I just hope He shouldn't just play around and forget his job, his department is comfortable and full of moths."

"Second brother has never been in business, and I don't know what my father thinks."

Fan Meng's eyes flashed: "He, a devil king, his biggest dream is to eat and wait to die. Your father... I'm afraid he has seen his temperament clearly."

"I'm used to this, it doesn't look like my father's personality anymore. Among the three of us, the second brother is the luckiest. Although he left home when he was young, he lived a peaceful life outside for a few years, and now he comes back with peace of mind. Being a hands-off shopkeeper is not like me and my eldest brother, taking over the dirty work for many years."

Fan Meng glanced at Qin Feiran quickly, then lowered her eyebrows, stirred the undissolved sugar cubes in the coffee, and remained silent.

Liu Yanhuan saw that the atmosphere was a bit boring, so she changed the subject: "This time, Shaohua has been hit hard."

"The Wen family's two brothers compete with each other, and they can't get on the table with their means. Just letting them lose their reputation once is considered an advantage for them." Qin Feiran's tone was a little cold.

"I don't think so." Liu Yan laughed happily, "Grandpa has always been partial to Wen Da, but this time the project manager is Wen Da, I'm afraid I don't know how to end this time?"

Just like what Liu Yanhuan said, the atmosphere in the Wen family at this moment is as heavy as an old bow, which hurts everyone's throat.The two brothers Wen Huo and Wen Da stood in front of the old man Wen Rulan's mahogany desk, with their heads bowed, like two stray dogs.

Mr. Wen had been letting the boy caress his chest, his face was wrinkled into a wrinkle, and he couldn't breathe: "You, you two trash!"

Maybe he was really angry, this time, Mr. Wen scolded Wen Huo and Wen Da together.

"Wen Ping, read it to them and let them listen to what the newspapers say about us?" Wen Rulan ordered to the servant.

Wen Ping glanced at the dejected two people, and began to read: "The battle between Shaohua Xiangfang and Meng Sansheng can be said to have lost the wife and lost the army. The so-called carefully crafted perfume can't even compare with daily spices. 100 Yuan Jinghuayuan soap, the price may not exceed luxury perfume, only a fool would buy such a vulgar perfume."

This kind of comment is not a single one. Since Jinghuayuan Daily Chemical was put into production, consumers in Shaohua's store have come to the door every day, crying and wanting to return the product.

Wen Da didn't know how to deal with such a situation at all, because of the lack of positive public relations, the corporate image of Shaohua Xiangfang plummeted.

Wen Rulan fired at Wen Huo again: "Didn't I say earlier that I want you to take your brother with you? I don't think you took the old man's words to heart at all. That's fine, your wings are hardened too. The small temple can't accommodate you anymore." Wen Rulan scolded Wen Huo head and face.

"Grandpa, whether my wings are hard or not, the Wen family has nothing to do with me, right? In your eyes, I have always bleed blood of a different surname. For so many years, no matter how hard I try to take care of Shaohua, in your eyes My efforts here are all worthless, and they are all paving the way for your grandson."

Wen Rulan was suddenly suffocated, his eyes widened, but he couldn't say a word.

Wenda was also stunned.

He didn't expect that the truth of the matter turned out to be like this.

When Wen Rulan was hit by this blow, her emotions fluctuated wildly, she couldn't hold on all of a sudden, she passed out with too much breath and too little breath.

Wen Da and the others didn't care about anything immediately, they stepped forward to support Wen Rulan and took him to the hospital, but when they turned around, Wen Huo was nowhere to be seen.

When Xu Huanxian finished drawing his eyebrows and was about to go on stage in a tulle shawl, what he saw was Wen Huo who was drinking in the audience.

Xu Huanxian twisted his waist and walked over: "First Young Master Wen, you are the only one today, isn't Second Young Master here?"

Wen Huo raised his head when he heard the words: "Do you really want him to come?"

Sensitive as Xu is still immortal, he immediately heard the sinister taste from his words.

She carefully searched for the wording: "I didn't mean that, it's just that you are together on weekdays, so I have this question."

Wen Huo snorted and laughed: "Don't call me First Young Master Wen, I have nothing to do with the Wen family anymore."

Xu Huanxian looked at Wen Huo carefully and saw that his cheeks were flushed, knowing that he had drunk too much, so he carefully kept a distance.

Seeing more and more guests entering the hall, Xu Huanxian let go of his heart a little.

She packed up her mood and went on stage to sing, her soft voice gradually healed the thorn in Wen Huo's words just now.

Seeing that the venue was almost too hot, Xu Huanxian took off the tulle shawl, revealing his smooth arms.

"All of you here today, as usual, I will invite one person to come to the stage to interact with me. As usual, I will throw a bouquet, and whoever grabs it will come to the stage to interact with me."

As he said that, Xu Huanxian took out an apple: "Today's interactive content comes from "Grimm's Fairy Tales". Have you ever heard the story about Sleeping Beauty being awakened by a prince's kiss? Today I am Sleeping Beauty, so who will be the one who will wake me up?" What about the prince who woke up with a kiss?"

"One, two, three...I'll throw it away." When Xu Huanxian threw the bouquet in his hand, he heard a commotion behind him.

Occasionally, there were two comments: "Hey, who are you, why did you hit someone?!"

Xu Huanxian turned his head and covered his mouth in shock from the scene in front of him.

Wen Huo, who was gentle and refined on his face, looked like a bloodthirsty beast at this moment. He pressed the man who snatched the bouquet under him, and hit the man's face round and round.

Seeing the man's nosebleed flow out, Wen Huo's fist was stained red.

At the beginning, he cursed a few words: "You must be out of your mind." Later, he couldn't take the beating anymore, so he gave up the bouquet in his hand.

Wen Huo smeared the blood on his hand onto the wrapping paper, and the originally pure white bouquet became extremely glaring because it was stained red.

"For you." Wen Huo handed the bouquet to Xu Huanxian.

Xu Huanxian's hands trembled, and under the eyes of everyone, she felt that she saw a murderous demon.

But she didn't dare to resist, so she could only force a smile.

The moment she took the bouquet, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"How can you see blood when you woo a beautiful woman? What a man who doesn't understand romance at all."

Xu Huanxian suddenly looked towards the door, and saw Wen Da standing there with his hands in his pockets. He lowered his head, and from Xu Huanxian's perspective, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

The crowd spontaneously moved out of the way for Wenda to step forward.

Wen Da glanced at the pale woman on the stage, walked up to the stage, and threw away the bouquet with blood on her hands.

Then he kissed her lips directly.

Xu Huanxian's eyes widened suddenly, and the apple used for kissing in his hand rolled to the ground because of his shock.

"Wow!" There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, followed by a burst of applause. Under the contrast of the applause, the whole story was sublimated.

The imprisoned Sleeping Beauty was finally rescued, Wen Da was the brave and fearless prince, and Wen Huo was the monster everyone hated.

It was originally a perfect ending, but in an instant, the crystal chandelier above their heads shattered.The fragments fell down, and Wen Da reacted quickly, protecting Xu Huanxian and fell to the ground beside him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and the two had only slight scratches.

The crowd had already dispersed, and when Wen Da looked up again, he saw Wen Huo pointing a gun at the two of them.

The two supported each other to stand up, and Xu Huanxian stood in front of Wen Da.

The three faced each other, and at a certain moment, Xu Huanxian suddenly rushed towards Wen Huo, blocking the view of the gunman with his body.

At that moment, her always soft and charming voice sounded resolute: "Run!"

Wenda ran in the opposite direction as if awakened from a dream.

Wen Huo was stunned for a moment, then threw off Xu Huanxian and went after Wen Da.

Wen Da felt that he had never run so fast in his life. When he came back to his senses, he had already reached the top floor of the building, and there was nowhere to go except the rooftop.

At night, Ningcheng is full of colorful neon lights, but Wen Da couldn't feel any warmth. He wrapped his coat tightly subconsciously, and stepped back step by step.

After a while, Wen Huo's face appeared from around the corner.

Wen Da looked at him warily, trying to bring back the old brotherhood: "Brother, I will call you brother again, I know, my temper is getting worse, everyone around me complains about my bad temper, But I ask myself that when I face you, every time it is gentle and gentle. Brother, I always think you are a modest gentleman. If I hadn’t heard with my own ears that you set up a trap to harm me, and someone told me that my brother is a bad guy, I would have Punch him down, you have been a good brother in my heart for so many years."

As Wen Da spoke, his heart softened. He knew that these were not just impromptu rhetoric. He was not that eloquent. At this critical juncture, being able to say such words contained some real feelings.

But Wen Huo was unmoved, he held a gun and cornered Wen Da step by step.

"What's the use of talking about it now? My good brother."