In fact, not only Chen Zhu noticed Huang Baihan's change, but other friends also had a vague feeling.
But other than being surprised, they didn't have much thought.
This is like a middle-aged student in high school who suddenly said that he must study hard.
Maybe during this process, the middle-level students felt that they had suffered a lot, to the point where they were "hanging from the beam and stabbing their buttocks."
But in the eyes of other students, everyone will not really recognize your efforts until the rankings of the next monthly exam are announced.
Let’s look at Huang Baihan’s sudden entrepreneurial start-up.
Unless he really makes some achievements, it will be difficult for others to be completely convinced and change his mind.
However, Wang Changhua found the name "Imperial Tea" quite interesting.
"Your name is Huang Baihan, and the milk tea shop you founded is called [Imperial Tea]."
Wang Changhua turned into a review expert: "It not only extends your last name, but also has a bit of the atmosphere of the imperial city. It sounds like a brand of a big company. How did you come up with the idea?"
In fact, this was Chen Zhu's idea.
But Huang Baihan looked at his good friend and found that he just smiled and said nothing.
Therefore, Dahuang acquiesced to other people's praise.
"I was just thinking randomly..."
Huang Baihan said perfunctorily, skipping the topic of [name], and said instead: "It will be renovated in a few days. In fact, I really want to ask for your opinion on this aspect."
Song Qing has already revealed that when the first intermediary store in Tiyu West is renovated, he will also arrange for your little milk tea shop.
Dahuang was originally planning to ask his parents to help find a decorator, but when he saw Chen Zhu helping out, he was relieved.
Money is another reason. It doesn’t cost much to decorate a small milk tea shop. The main thing is to save time.
"Anyway, it can't be too vulgar."
Wu Yu said immediately.
She and Yu Xian are both serious dessert lovers, and both are girls, so they have the most say in milk tea shops.
"What do you mean by not being too rustic?"
Huang Baihan asked sincerely.
If Chen Zhu’s aesthetic appreciation of art is at least 60 points due to his accumulation of experience.
Huang Baihan’s score is around 20 points at most.
"It's just the color, the pattern, the lighting, these things..."
Wu Yu said: "Don't you think the decoration styles of today's milk tea shops are all the same? If you want to look different, you must have your own creativity..."
"The store can be small, but the plaque must be big; the logo must be there, and it must be cute, playful, and fashionable..."
Yu Xian said more specifically.
She and Wu Yu are art students. After a few words, Huang Baihan realized the decoration problems of most milk tea shops nowadays.
"Brother Baihan, you must have more taste."
Zhao Yuanyuan also said: "Don't always have Taiwanese pearl milk tea or Hong Kong stockings milk tea. Sometimes I feel too tired."
"The fruit tea I asked you to study before."
Chen Zhu asked: "Have you started working on it?"
"There must be."
Dahuang said with a bitter face: "I have been busy at home recently when I am not at work. I bought a lot of cheap fruits in the market and went back to squeeze juice. Some of them rotted after I couldn't finish them."
"Uncle and aunt are not allowed to scold you to death?"
Chen Zhu smiled with some gloating.
"My parents have given up on me."
Huang Baihan sighed and said: "It seems that I can do whatever I want, but if it doesn't succeed this time, they will no longer support me in anything I do in the future."
It sounds a bit frustrating, but for ordinary children, the cost of trial and error is very high.
After a while, Chen Zhu consoled him: "Don't be so discouraged. What if it succeeds? From now on, products such as milk tea will focus on personalized features and clean taste. Consumers don't care if they cost two or three yuan more."
"If your milk tea shop hires a spokesperson, I can do it for free."
Wang Changhua made another unseemly comment.
Wu Yu frowned, everyone was brainstorming ideas to help their friend.
It's okay if you don't raise any objections. Why are you coming here to cause trouble?
When she was about to start a fight.
As a result, Wang Changhua scratched his head again and said, "Also... are you short of money to start a business?"
"Chen Zhu borrowed 20,000 yuan from me. I definitely don't have that much now, but if I go home and cry about poverty with my dad, I can probably beg for a few thousand yuan."
Wang Changhua said with a firm tone.
Wu Yu's face relaxed, this is so cool.
So, she also cleared her throat and said: "I can also get some. If you want rhubarb, just ask. Don't be embarrassed."
"All the money I saved is with Director Chen."
Sister cos said bluntly: "I don't have any objection to how much he gives."
On Chen Zhu's birthday last year, Yu Xian heard that Chen Zhu was short of money when starting a business and didn't tell him. When he got angry, he simply gave his bankbook to his boyfriend.
"Brother Baihan!"
Yuanyuan said with a chubby face: "Don't forget me. My father heard about Brother Chen Zhu's current achievements and always praised my previous borrowing money as a correct investment." "Everyone, everyone..."
Huang Baihan suddenly felt that his nose was sore and his eyes were hot.
After knowing that Xiao Mou had a boyfriend, he had completely given up on his relationship, but he never expected that [friendship] would give him the greatest encouragement and support at this time.
"Eh~"
Yu Xian handed over a tissue: "You are a boy crying, you are so messy..."
When Chen Zhu heard Yu Meiren accidentally speaking Sichuan-Chongqing dialect again, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Hmph~"
Yu Baobao raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend, showing off her aggressive yet flirtatious attitude.
After being interrupted by the couple, Dahuang couldn't shed his "tears of gratitude" anymore, but he still choked his voice and promised:
"From now on, all your milk tea and imperial tea will be included!"
"Wow~, Brother Baihan is the most handsome!"
The happiest thing here is Yuanyuan.
She has had a dream since she was a child to open a cake shop and sweets shop, so that she can never finish the small cakes and sweets.
If Imperial Tea can really open successfully, I can eat and drink as much as I want.
Next, everyone started chatting along the topic of "entrepreneurship".
Talk about the difficulty of the final exams in their respective majors;
Talk about the weird things in the class and the gossip in the grade;
Talk about the differences and insights between high school and college.
…
In such a small courtyard with the history of the Republic of China.
When a few young people get together, it feels like they are just classmates, young and in their prime, scolding Fang Qiu.
"Chen Zhu."
Wang Changhua thought of something: "Are you going to the junior high school party?"
During the first winter vacation of the freshman year, there may be too much gossip to share with former classmates, so it is the time when classmates gather most frequently.
On the contrary, in the second and third years of college, gatherings with large numbers of people became less and less popular, but gatherings in small circles with relatively close relationships existed.
By the time we are in our senior year, everyone is busy looking for jobs and no longer in the mood to have dinner and reminisce about old times.
"I'll get to know you better in junior high school."
Chen Zhu shook his head and refused: "I'm not going."
When he went to the junior high school party, he just listened to Bian Xiaoliu and Yang Jinxiang praising him. Now Chen Zhu no longer wants to listen to these people's low-level flattery.
"There should be some in high school classes too."
Huang Baihan also said: "I see that Deng Qian, the class monitor in the group, is already conducting a questionnaire survey. Are you going?"
"High school..."
Chen glanced at the cosplayer out of the corner of his eye and said, "I may not have much time. A project in the company should just be launched."
Chen Zhu actually wanted to go, but he was worried that there might be an issue of "whether to bring family members with him or not."
It’s definitely no problem to bring the cosplayer with you on other occasions. She is so beautiful and can definitely make you look like a successful person.
But at the high school class reunion, there is already a "family member" there!
Chen Zhu simply stalled for a while and decided later based on the situation.
"Xiaoyu, our class seems to be unorganized."
Yu Baobao didn't notice Director Chen's complicated thoughts and turned to ask Wu Yu.
"No."
Wu Yu said with a smile: "Class monitor Chen Zekai didn't do well in the college entrance examination. He hasn't spoken in the group in the past six months. He definitely doesn't know how to organize."
"But pinch..."
Wu Yu teased again: "If you, Meiren, open up to a party, I guess everyone will give you face."
"I'm too lazy to organize it."
Yu Xian pouted: "I'd rather lie in bed and sleep."
We chatted like this until noon, everyone ate lunch together, Huang Baihan was the first to leave.
He will arrive at work at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and then repeat these mechanical actions of "shaking pearls, mixing milk tea, adding ice cubes..." until 10 o'clock in the evening.
Wu Yu and the others stayed here until they had another meal together in the evening.
The "week of cleaning" prescribed by Professor Guan Lao passed quickly. On the last day at the Cultural Memorial Hall, Yu Xian was very reluctant to leave.
In fact, Chen Zhu couldn't bear to part with it. Although Wang Changhua was too lazy to spit out ivory, this place was really as pure as a temple.
No one disturbs.
Amuse yourself.
But he still has a lot of things on his hands, and he can't stay here forever. He still has to "be born" after all.
"Maybe God wants us to stay a little longer."
Chen Zhu looked up at the sky and said, "Look, it's raining."
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(One more chapter tonight.)
Chapter completed!