dhibooks Chapter 10
Chapter 10
After so much trouble, I just want to send you flowers and treat you to dinner.
BGM: "Confidence Flower House"
Staying up all night consumes countless petals
The appearance is not lined with the shape, at least it is eye-catching
The period when he first started running a flower shop was really another kind of hardship compared to working in a hospital. His old friends also wondered why he had to give up a job with a high salary and start from scratch again.
The medical knowledge he learned in the past is useless when it comes to growing flowers. In the first few weeks, the flowers in his hands basically died in pots and pots. He desperately bought a lot of related books to read, trying to find a correct way to grow flowers. way.
At that time, his flower shop was opened near his rented house, and he managed a small flower shop by himself. He had to do everything by himself, and tending a room full of flowers was as serious as treating a lover.And because of his lack of experience, the sales at the beginning were extremely bleak. Fortunately, apart from spending on wine and sex, the rest of his working savings is enough for him to survive for a while.But now that I think about it, I don’t regret it too much. Aside from the trivial things like the thorns on the rose stems I always got stuck in my hands when I cut the rose stems, the advantage of being a shopkeeper is that I don’t have to be bound by rules such as commuting time and working hours. Open the door, and close it whenever he wants to close the business-it makes him live more freely.
It took a few months for the flower shop to improve a little bit, and it also had a regular source of customers-after all, it was not a dilemma of being unable to make ends meet.He planned to move to a more lively place, so that the business would be better, and it would be more generous to buy gifts for women who wanted to hook up.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally moved to the current store location. He bought it with almost all his savings and a few months of income. He transformed the first half into a flower shop and the second half into his own bedroom. He does not plan to move again.
Sure enough, the business in the first month was booming. Most of the customers coming and going were lovely and beautiful women. There is nothing better than this.If there is, it is probably because he used the money he earned to strike up more cute and beautiful women.
He is very satisfied with his current life.
And the ghost lamp will probably always be a variable in his life——
By chance, he decided to open a flower shop because of a flower sent by the other party, and because of a word from the other party, he strengthened his idea of returning to his old business.
As for why a simple action and a word have such a big impact on him, it can probably be attributed to a few words, that is: he seems to like that guy.
At this moment, Bai Ze was sitting in the store that was about to close, holding a pair of scissors in his hand, panting for breath, because he had just moved out of the warehouse a large bucket of roses that had not been pruned and leaves, and planned to use pruning Stab this kind of patience to live well and calm down.Seeing this, Momotaro, who was about to go home, asked doubtfully, "Is this the rose that will be sold tomorrow?"
Bai Ze lowered his head, trying to pick out the most beautiful rose among dozens of roses, and replied without raising his head, "Isn't it Valentine's Day tomorrow?"
"Really? But it's not February..."
"Number 14 of every month is Valentine's Day. Take this opportunity to sell more flowers."
It turned out to be a business strategy!Momotaro suddenly realized and offered to help.Bai Ze moved the chair to the side to make room, and picked out a beautiful and delicate rose that he had just set his eyes on.Now his pruning skills are more than a little bit better than before, and he has cut off the thorns on a stem with three times and five times. "Then Taozi-kun will leave the rest to you~"
Momotaro looked at the remaining half of the barrel of roses and fell silent, regretting why he offered to help.
Bai Ze took out a stack of colored wrapping paper, wrapped the processed roses one by one, and piled them on the table.It was almost 11 o'clock when Momotaro finished all the flowers in the barrel. He stood up and stretched his neck, but when he turned around, he saw the person sitting in the armchair writing on a piece of white wrapping paper with a pen. draw.
"Are you—" Momotaro walked over, closed his mouth after seeing all kinds of cursed creatures on the paper, and asked tentatively after a long time: "This is... wrapping paper?"
"Yeah, it's very special!" The manager's tone sounded like he was enjoying it.
"..."
Indeed... very special, very magical.
But Momotaro deeply felt its specialness the next day.Among the roses wrapped in beautiful and exquisite wrapping paper, the wrapping paper hand-painted by the owner is particularly eye-catching.