CHAPTER 239: CHAPTER 65: MEI’S BLOOD SOAP

Like a fiery rose, perhaps due to not adapting to the climate of Mo City, it only adorned Su Ziceng’s room for a few days before it withered and darkened. Su Ziceng then collected these faded flowers and buried them beneath the Su Family’s flower beds, romantically calling it "flowers returning to their roots." Although these flower souls came from a foreign land, like Pello, they probably missed the sunshine of their homeland.

Pello’s gesture of giving flowers was undoubtedly touching, but it was not enough to completely conquer Su Ziceng’s heart. In her mind, she had only just stepped out of Hang Yishao’s shadow and was not eager to immerse herself in a new romance immediately.

On the other hand, Su Ziceng was indulging in the affection Pello offered her, much like how Qiao Chu and Ye Taina had depended on each other when they were together. However, she still needed some time, and this process was slowly coming to fruition.

The successful completion of her trip to Paris symbolized that her pre-graduation assessment was also complete. During the school’s evaluation, the committee gave her a mediocre score because she had not, like Wen Mai Xue and some other female students, generated additional value on top of the original funding.

When Su Ziceng saw Wen Mai Xue turn in ten thousand US dollars, her mouth hung open wide enough to swallow an egg. But she quickly consoled herself, recognizing that some things can’t be clearly discerned by the human eye. Su Ziceng knew that something within her had changed. The gains from her Paris trip were priceless.

This change was especially apparent when Su Qingzhang and Yan Wuxu returned. Greeting Yan Wuxu with a warm hug, and greeting Su Qingzhang with a smile similar to that of nineteen-year-old Qiao Chu, Su Ziceng.

It had been many years since he had seen Qiao Chu smile like that. For a moment, he thought Qiao Chu was back to life, but he quickly noticed the differences. Qiao Chu would not discuss business matters with such a firm tone.

"I disagree," Su Qingzhang flatly rejected Su Ziceng’s request. Setting aside the matters of the Wine Shop and auction house, Su Qingzhang was willing to let Su Ziceng dip her toes in, but he did not want the Su Family’s daughter to charge into the business world like a man.

"Ziceng," Chang Mei initially looked unfriendly at the slightly burgeoning belly of Yan Wuxu, then spoke in the same disapproving tone: "I also disagree with your idea, bringing in a foreign brand with low recognition is very risky."

In Spain, Su Ziceng had already inquired about the franchise fee and related costs. For advertising and the like, she planned to follow ZARA’s customary style, not requiring too much promotion, but she still needed a considerable expenditure. Nearly five million for the franchise fee, not including buying out the exclusive rights in Asia.

"A foreign brand’s operation rights involve national economic and trade policies, as well as approvals, including funding, the Su Family will not pour money into an unpredictable pit, and you’re still a student without enough energy to handle these matters," Su Qingzhang laid out every reason thoroughly and dominantly, being an experienced business veteran, he brought up everything Su Ziceng had or hadn’t considered.

"Qingzhang is right, Ziceng, you are too impatient, you are still too young, such plans are unreliable," Chang Mei seized on the point that Su Ziceng’s idea was just a spur of the moment, refusing to relent.

Su Ziceng was momentarily stunned, still somewhat unwillingly arguing: "The Seaside Resort plan was also Hang Yishao’s spur of the moment idea, but now, it is being implemented very well." In Paris, during a walk, Hang Yishao had mentioned this, and Su Ziceng was surprised that Hang Yishao, typically hedonistic, had such an acumen.

The seaside resort in Mo City had transformed this economically famous seaside city into a tourism powerhouse.

"When did you meet Yishao," Chang Chi, overhearing this, stood up excitedly and questioned Su Ziceng. She was particularly cautious around any woman who was close to Hang Yishao, especially Su Ziceng.

"I heard that the young master of the Hang Family is Ziceng’s fiancé, isn’t he?" Yan Wuxu, who usually remained quiet during conversations, interjected. As she spoke, she unconsciously straightened her posture.

Just as Chang Chi was about to retort, she was silenced by a stern look from Su Qingzhang. She looked at Chang Mei with a sense of grievance, and the mother and daughter exchanged a knowing glance.