Sense of insecurity

  Pang Hua lacks a sense of security.

  Chen Haosheng is also.

  It's just that the external manifestations of two people are different, and there is no one who is stronger than the other.

  Pang Hua is afraid of being abandoned and fears that he can't grasp it. Chen Xuan, on the other hand, keeps a distance from everyone.

  Chen Haoteng figured it out when he was packing express at night: a certain foundation, a certain freedom, and a certain status.

  Two people, both skilled workers, with products placed after numerous practices and multiple improvements, added several storage racks, so in two hours they finished more than 70 cardboard boxes for the day.

  "Our inventory management is really good."

  "It's also fortunate that most of the production was outsourced, otherwise it would have been really hard to cope. Hmm, their essential oil soap and essential oil candles indeed did not cut corners." Every batch, she would randomly sample, either test or directly use, and also leave some indoors for a period of time.

  "He doesn't have to be like those small workshops, doing one deal and then closing up shop. At worst, he can just find another customer." But Pang Hua also fully supports Chen Huai's cautious approach, after all, that supplier is not a friend he understands, and character is something that takes time to test. "But should we keep some things confidential?"

  "No need. I don't think he can match my creativity in beauty products." She started making a whitening and moisturizing body lotion with a certain slimming effect. Since she had this demand herself, it was certain that at least thousands of customers would be interested, and she only needed to advertise once or twice to use up the batch of raw materials while they were fresh! If customer demand exceeded expectations, she could outsource the production - still using her own raw materials. Even the packaging materials were designed by her with a design company and mass-produced by manufacturers, ensuring quality. This also allowed her to further reduce suppliers' moral risks with a small amount of loss rate.

  Oh, by the way. It's better to think about whether to design a bottle shape separately? For example, a wasp waist type?

  ……

  The company's net profit is certainly a negative number, as it suddenly deducted a large amount of down payment. This amount of money is negligible for medium-sized and above companies, but for Chen Haosheng's small micro-enterprise, it is extremely huge.

  It is said that a new policy has been introduced for small and micro enterprises, especially in terms of loans - Chen Huasheng is not related to this, she has real estate that can be mortgaged, so the bank that lent her money also provided her with a cash loan quota worth 70% of the house's value as "high-quality" and "small and micro" customers. She naturally didn't use up this quota, but for that bank, it was indeed counted as an achievement in "supporting small and micro enterprises".

  The first payment object of the loan is the essential oil factory. They have just tried to produce jasmine essential oil, but it's not very successful, with many impurities, and it's not even made from fresh flowers in season, so its value is even lower than dried flowers. Chen Huicheng used two milliliters to make scented candles, essential oil soap, body lotion and other products; the things she made were at least satisfactory to her and the female bosses of the factory, and most importantly, the price was still within an acceptable range. So she bought them all as usual.

  Unexpectedly, my mother seemed to be tired of jasmine fragrance and suddenly became interested in plum blossom fragrance! Then, before the cold winter when plum blossoms were in bloom, our home was filled with the scent of plum blossoms everywhere, which surprised several old friends who came to visit.

  It turns out that they are going to Heilongjiang to see the snow during the winter break, and avoid the Spring Festival. This means that Chen Hua Sheng is going back to spend the New Year with his parents, cough, leaving Pang Hua alone staring at the cold house.

  So, since December, this guy has been complaining about all sorts of things. He didn't even bother to properly organize his thesis, but of course, finishing a thesis isn't something that can be done just by thinking about it. Fortunately, he doesn't dare slack off when it comes to work. Every day, he does everything he's supposed to do without missing a single task.

  Chen Huaicheng let himself find a partner to go out and play, but to no avail - perhaps he really didn't have any truly close friends. He was so pestered that he had to arrange his schedule, give up the latest advertisement period, and spend half a day searching for discounted air tickets to Yunnan.

  From picking up luggage, Pang Hua was overly excited like a little kid.

  Fortunately, he is no longer a young man and will not create trouble by jumping up and down. He appears to be very obedient and diligent, taking on most of the workload in the online store without complaint. Moreover, he has provided many constructive suggestions for Chen Huai's clothing e-commerce platform: his perspective on problems is naturally different from Chen Huai's practical female perspective, but it has given her and the factory - mainly the boss's daughter - a very special way of thinking. Two of his suggestions about new products have already been taken to the sample room to study how to make them into finished products.

  ……

  Before going out, Pang Hua brought his camera along.

  "I no longer have an aversion to cameras," he declared.

  "Haven't I taken plenty of photos for you before?" Chen Huai thought it was strange. She wasn't a fan of photography, and even less so of taking pictures of herself, so on previous vacations, she had even skipped bringing a camera - the digital camera purchased in the company's name was bought for business needs, and its shooting effect was pretty good, but the downside was that it wasn't portable enough.

  "That's for treating and keeping records, and it only appears locally, not the same at all. It's mainly about looking good or bad! Now Pang Hua gradually likes taking pictures, especially when he takes out his most "terrible" photos from college to compare, it's completely worlds apart!"

  "Alright, you carry it."

  "Of course I'll carry it, haha! Um, should I put the clothes rack in my trunk?"

  "No need, I've only brought two of the lightest hangers, and they don't take up much space."

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  It wasn't until several days had passed and she was about to board a plane that Chen Hua realized the change in Pang Hua's mental state. She carefully studied his face, and without even needing to touch him, she knew that he had made significant progress compared to this time last year. This recovery process is long and tests one's patience and financial resources, from the gradual accumulation of quantitative changes over time to the qualitative changes after micro-plastic surgery. The money spent over the years, averaged out, doesn't seem too shocking per month, but what's unbearable is the daily torture of not seeing obvious improvements in the mirror, as well as the habitual actions of people around her who avert their eyes.

  "Did you go home after using the nanoneedle last time?"

  "No, I'll go back during Chinese New Year."

  Pang Hua said, as he casually took a few complimentary English and Chinese newspapers from the cabin door. After finding his seat, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out two pairs of cotton slippers - the larger pair was his, and the smaller one belonged to Chen Huasheng. He was being considerate - after all, they would be more comfortable changing into slippers for the three-and-a-half-hour flight. Although it was unlikely that their feet would swell, sitting in the warm and dry cabin for so long could cause foot odor.

  ***

  "Having been on many trips", plus being no fool himself, Ponghua is now well-versed in all aspects of travel.

  "Master, go to xx street's xx inn. Hmm... the weather is not good today, so we won't go to the lake... The day after tomorrow at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, you come to the inn to pick us up and take us to the airport."

  The taxi driver got this big business in the off-season, and he was so happy that he didn't pick up any other passengers all the way to the ancient city.

  They are on a vacation, not rushing from one scenic spot to another, sleeping in the car and getting off to take pictures.

  The ancient city of Dali is actually not much bigger than a town, except that the prices of homestays and room conditions are similarly low, while other prices are even comparable to those in major cities in East China.

  The place they lived in was slightly better than the inn they stayed in when they went to the old town for Chinese New Year two years ago. At least the air conditioner was powerful, the towels were clean and white, the toilet seat cover looked nice, oh, the electric kettle was stainless steel, and the tea cups were ceramic - although she had brought her own tea cup, it was still more comfortable in her heart.

  The only regret is that the window outside the room and bathroom is a narrow alley, opposite which stands a high wall. Not only is there no view, but also the curtains have to be pulled all day long, because nobody knows if there are people in the several windows opposite.

  Okay, lake view, river view and street view houses are far more expensive than this price now.

  "Go eat?" Pang Hua Lai knocks on the door.

  "Alright, I'm off." Chen Xiao dropped his still-unpacked luggage, only putting some money and credit cards in the pockets of his clothes, grabbed the door key and left - a real key, not one of those modern card things.

  The local highland wild mushrooms are famous throughout the country, and there's also freshwater fish, of course at an absolutely not low price.

  "This fish is okay." Pang Hua commented.

  "The mushrooms are a bit oily, but very fresh." On the other hand, the wild vegetables and fruit juice won Chen Rui's heart.

  It's off-season now.

  The meaning of the off-season, on the one hand, is that many services, shops and businesses are no longer in operation, which will increase costs for tourists; On the other hand, it's like tonight, without reservation or arriving very early, you can sit in a good seat by the clear stream flowing through the city center, take off your warm long down jacket, snuggle comfortably into your soft sweater, enjoy the street view, water view and human scenery, and enjoy the dishes that are served quickly.

  "I found that the places you recommended are all great vacation spots." Chen Huaicheng only specified the destinations and grabbed discounted tickets, while Pang Hua took care of everything else, including itinerary, transportation, accommodation, signature dishes at specialty restaurants, and even finding hospitals and pharmacies.

  "We're here to relax, not to exhaust ourselves." But it seems like my past self was also "exhausting" itself traveling to various destinations. Suddenly, as if the age of my entire body had surpassed my rationality: "We work hard, strive for this year or next year, earn money and go on vacation in Greece."

  "I thought you'd rather go to Switzerland or Germany, after all, we import high-quality oil and many raw materials from there." They're all very expensive.

  "Hmm? Yeah, I guess so, but Germany might not be a great place for vacation."

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