I don’t know when a small shop called Waiting for the Flowers to Bloom opened on the corner of the street. It was elegantly decorated. In addition to various small flowers in flower pots, there were also bunches of packaged flower clusters at the door.

For this store, Jiang He even went to work as a part-time worker in other stores to peek at what other people were doing.

The main customers of larger stores are different from hers. Some cooperate with wedding companies to arrange weddings, and the profits from a wedding can range from thousands to tens of thousands. There are also companies that are close to advertising companies, and they arrange flower baskets and flower pots for the opening of new stores.

It's not as big as weddings, but it's still relatively big. There are also decoration companies, garden landscape decoration companies, and they even open for half a year.

However, not to mention the commercial competition involved, even a small shop like this is too big to be busy. Wang Zijun has some connections and wanted to help, but it was a pity that he was declined.

I don't expect to make a fortune, I'm satisfied with a little profit.

Gong Ping likes to come over and play, watch Jiang He tinkering with bouquets, and learn from her from time to time. The environment here is very good.

"Rose, blow it hard like this before sending it out... Phew!"

Jiang He held up a bouquet of flowers to demonstrate to the customer. The young man in front of him looked a little introverted. He probably rarely bought flowers. He couldn't clearly explain his needs when holding the bouquet. He could only tell from a few words that he wanted the kind of flowers that bloomed beautifully.

of.

Blow hard on the rose bouquet, and the petals that were originally gathered together unfolded. The young man suddenly realized it, scratched his head in embarrassment, and was about to pay.

"Walk slowly!"

Jiang He did not give him the flowers after the demonstration, but took another bunch and handed it out.

Looking back, Gong Ping was giving the flowers water with a water bottle.

"I'll give you a flower." She handed the rose she had just demonstrated to Gong Ping. This woman was wearing a red dress, which matched her well.

"Thanks!"

Gong Ping took it with a smile, "If you put it in a vase, will it bloom for several days?"

"About a week, sometimes four or five days."

"It's great. It's ten yuan for one flower. It's a great value!" Gong Ping twirled the bouquet in her hands and sniffed it with her nose. She didn't know what she thought of, and her happy face fell down again.

"When did a man give me such a bouquet of flowers instead of you, a mother who has given birth to two children?"

"You still dislike it. If you don't like it, just give it back to me."

"No!"

Two women are staying in a flower shop, and they look very attractive at first glance.

Across the road, Xu Qing was pushing a baby stroller and watching the two people moving around in the store, looking at the traffic lights and humming softly.

The little old lady in Kaiyuan became a modern flower shop owner, busy selling flowers every day.

It's an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

If this is put in a novel, Jiang He would probably be a person with special abilities. Each bouquet of flowers has its own story, and he would help each flower-buying customer solve their problems...

An outline came out.

When the green light came on, Xu Qing pushed the child to bring lunch. Jiang He stopped fighting with Gong Ping and turned around to pick up his daughter and rub her face.

It has been a month since the store opened, and they have already started working on the mini program.

Originally, Jiang He didn't want to cause so much trouble. According to Xu Qing, this shouldn't sell many flowers, but it would be enough to leave an impression on those who see it.

At the same time, there is also a public account for flower cultivation. Xu Qing helped Jiang He transfer his experiences and short videos that he had shared on some platform to gain popularity.

Of course, Xu Qing is mainly in charge at the moment. Jiang He is only in charge of the store. She is really not proficient in copywriting and so on, so she still has to rely on this guy for many things.

The computer was brought over and placed on the table. Xu Qing also liked working in this small shop. Jiang He got up very early in the morning, came over to open the shop, and displayed large and small flower pots and bouquets. He would come over when it was almost time for lunch.

, I was busy with Jiang He's affairs, and then I did my own things, and the day passed by again.

A little more troublesome than before, but more fulfilling.

The owner of the milk tea shop next door occasionally took a look outside and expressed his disdain for Xu Qing's behavior. Not only did he let a woman move the flower pots around every morning, but Jiang He would also be there when he closed the door at night.

After moving, Xu Qing held the child and looked at it, not looking like a man at all.

Gong Ping walked around, watching Xu Qing working in a corner of the store, teasing the couple's daughter and son, all she could think about was finding a boyfriend.

"Are you two showing off too much?"

Seeing the almond flying through the air and landing in the mouth of Xu Qing, who was typing on the keyboard over there, Gong Ping couldn't help but say.

"Do you want it too? Open your mouth." Jiang He peeled off another one and faced Gong Ping eagerly.

"I don't want it, I'm going to find my boyfriend, bye."

"When did you have a boyfriend?"

"You just have to look for it if you don't have it."

Gong Ping took the rose Jiang He had just given her and went out without looking back. She planned to throw the flower out to whomever she liked, and then asked: Classmate, did you drop this flower?

In the afternoon, there were fewer people on the street. The sun was clear and the sky was clear. There were not many people going shopping. It was relatively leisurely at this time. Jiang He and Xu Qing lingered for a while, then told him to lie down on the table and take a rest.

"Eh? Are you... Xiao He Miao?"

There was a cry of surprise. Xu Qing and Jiang He looked back and looked at each other again, realizing that they did not recognize the person who made the noise.

"Master Qing?!"

The visitor was even more surprised when he saw Xu Qing's face clearly.

"Ah...it's me, who are you?" Xu Qing was a little surprised when he heard this sound, maybe it was his fan.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing couldn't help but straighten his back. We are also a public figure and have fans.

"I, Hu Datongshu! I used to watch your live broadcast when there were no people around..." Hu Tong pointed at himself, quite excited, "Why don't you live broadcast anymore?"

"Isn't this selling flowers?"

Xu Qing said casually, still thinking about this familiar name, why it sounds so familiar...

Then he slapped his thigh and said, "I remembered! Are you the one who edited my stupid video?"

"Yes, yes, I...ah, no, it's not me."

"just you!"

When I met my audience outside, they were quite chatty people. Xu Qing was joking and a little happy. It was a wonderful feeling.

"It's a pity that you are no longer broadcasting, but selling flowers is also very good... This shop looks very new."

"It's only been a little over a month. Do you want to give your girlfriend a bouquet of flowers?"

"There's no such thing. I just passed by and thought it looked familiar. I thought about it for a long time, so I walked back to see it. It was indeed you." Hu Tong said cheerfully, seeing a real person today.

"These are your twins...Oh, they are so cute."

Xu Qing showed off her pregnancy with twins on Mr. Qing's account, but she didn't post any photos.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed like a long time had passed. Xu Qing was bragging in the live broadcast room while holding his chainmail, and now he was taking the twins to a flower shop in a corner of this small city, cutting videos. Hu Tong couldn't help but envy the couple as he watched them.

While we were chatting, Gong Ping came back.

Holding the flower, he looked at Hu Tong curiously.

"You have guests, let's talk some other time." Hu Tong said hello and was about to leave. He used to chat with his friends in the live broadcast room, but now they meet by chance on the street. It feels pretty good. Ever since he knew that Xu Qing was also in Jiangcheng, he

I wonder if I might encounter it occasionally.

He also met the wheelchair guy who was a little popular recently, and Jiangcheng had a lot of talent.

"You should also know this. In the past, when there were few people in the live broadcast room, you guys often chatted on the barrage." Xu Qing pointed at Gong Ping and said to Hu Tong.

"oh?"

"Yeah?"

Hu Tong and Yoghurt looked at each other, both confused.

"I am...Hu Datongshu."

"I'm sour, sour..." Gong Ping got stuck and couldn't say the word "yogurt pretty girl".

Why did I get such a retarded name in the first place, and now I am an old woman, and she is still a pretty girl, so pretty.

"Yogurt girl?" Hu Tong was a little surprised.

"Please don't mention this name."

Gong Ping said expressionlessly that she didn't plan to chat with this person anymore.

Xu Qing and Jiang He looked at each other, good guys, it feels a bit like a fan meeting.

Who would have known that there would be two people in this small Jiangcheng who had watched their live broadcast room.

"You three actually got together!"

Hu Tong was amazed, and then suddenly felt a little bit surprised. It turned out that these people were friends, and this woman worked as a housekeeper for them.

After staying for a while longer, Hu Tong left in a good mood. Jiang He used Xu Qing's computer to find out the ghosts from the past, and had fun with Gong Ping. This Hu Tongshu was really talented.

After two o'clock, Xu Qing pushed his two children out for a stroll. Since having children, he disliked driving less and less, so he pushed the car and walked around on the road in Jiangcheng, looking at the green leaves and branches on the roadside and feeling the breeze.

, more comfortable than putting two babies in a car.
To be continued...