Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s
Chapter 613: Six hundred and eleven, the place is too small.

Chapter 613: Six hundred and eleven, the place is too small.

"Of course! Maybe even prettier," Luo Shu said with a smile on her lips.

"Really! Then I should really practice my walk."

"That’s wonderful! I wonder if I could look as beautiful as Sister-in-law Yang after putting on makeup."

"Even if I were only half as beautiful, I’d be willing."

"If Old Wang saw me, maybe he’ll start treating me like Instructor Lu treats Sister-in-law Lu," the women discussed excitedly, their eyes filled with a deep sense of anticipation.

"If no one has any objections, then let’s decide on this," Luo Shu looked at everyone, waiting for their final decision. Actually, there was no need to ask—the expressions on their faces had already given her the answer.

"No objections!" they chorused. Right now, all they hoped for was that the day would come sooner so that everyone, especially their own men, would see them in a new light.

"Sister-in-law Lu, can I join in too?"

"I want to participate as well."

"Count me in." Those few Guard’s Wives who initially felt relieved at not being selected now all hoped they could join in.

"There will be other chances next time," Luo Shu declined with a smile. During the audition finals, Luo Qin had a total of ten Flame Robe gowns made. Too many people would mean not only having to make new clothes but also making it difficult to control the timing.

Nowadays, music was played using a tape recorder, not like in the future when a computer could control the timing at will. Also, too many people would give a chaotic impression.

Upon hearing this, several Guard’s Wives sighed in disappointment, their envious gaze turning to Zhang Xiaoling and the others.

"I’m already envious of you guys."

"Yeah, I really want to join too."

"Sister-in-law Lu, could you do my makeup too when the time comes? I want to show my man that I’m actually pretty."

"I want to wear makeup too," the women once again turned their hopeful eyes to Luo Shu. They all wanted to become as beautiful as Zhang Xiaoling.

"Don’t give Luo Shu such a hard time. Her body can’t take the strain right now," Zhang Xiaoling interjected to help diffuse the situation.

Everyone immediately remembered Luo Shu’s pregnancy and, although a little disappointed, they didn’t dare to insist anymore. If Luo Shu got into trouble because of them, they would not be able to bear the responsibility.

Luo Shu and Zhang Xiaoling returned to the back yard. After helping Zhang Xiaoling remove her makeup, Luo Shu walked the catwalk several times for Zhang Xiaoling to see, "Pay attention. When walking, place your left and right feet on the centerline between your feet, like this. Or you can place your left foot a bit to the right of the centerline, and your right foot a bit to the left, creating a sense of rhythmical beauty. Do you understand?"

"I understand! I’ll give it a try." Zhang Xiaoling started walking as Luo Shu had described. At first, her left and right feet were uncoordinated, but after a few tries, she began to find the rhythm.

"Keep your back straight, chin up, show the most confident side of yourself. Lift your chin a bit more, like a proud peacock. Yes, that’s right," Luo Shu instructed at her side.

One practiced walking, while the other taught. Unknowingly, the afternoon had arrived.

"You’ll be in charge of teaching those Guard’s Wives. When they practice, you can have them balance a book on their heads; this will help adjust their posture. As for the factory side, you can hire some more people. I’ll also have a couple more machines delivered over," Luo Shu said.

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaoling replied. They had enough staff now, but the machine’s production indeed had trouble keeping up. Moreover, with the increase in orders, they were running out of space for the products. If Luo Shu hadn’t provided two spare rooms, those cakes would have ended up in the yard.

"I think the factory is still too small. After the holidays, I’ll go with you to look for a bigger, more suitable place," Luo Shu stated. She had been planning this for a while. For the factory to develop, its current scale was definitely not enough.

Now, they barely managed to fit the orders from the sales points, what would happen when the cakes were sold nationwide? Surely, they couldn’t just pile the cakes up in the yard?

"I’ve been thinking the same," Zhang Xiaoling nodded. She hadn’t anticipated that the factory would grow so quickly.

"I’ll also check these days to see if there’s a suitable place," Luo Shu said. If they really couldn’t find one, then they would have to build their own.

Lu Hanmo entered Song Jiefang’s office and conveyed Luo Shu’s decision to him.

Song Jiefang was pleased to hear Lu Hanmo’s response. When he called his daughter yesterday to discuss this matter, she wasn’t very willing. She said she was too busy with her performance troupe’s affairs to take care of these things. It was only after much persuasion that she finally agreed. Ah, his daughter was definitely spoiled by him.

"Hanmo, my Youyou may have a bit of a temper, so please have your wife be patient with her and not to take her too seriously," Song Jiefang felt it was necessary to make this clear. Whether it was Lu Hanmo, the Lu family, or Luo Shu, they were all people he couldn’t afford to offend. If his daughter’s temper upset them, he might just end up losing his position as Commander.

Lu Hanmo frowned slightly, "Then there’s no need for her to get involved." He didn’t want Shushu to suffer any disrespect.

Song Jiefang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, I’ll call her and tell her in a bit." It was probably for the best, to save his daughter from losing her temper and offending Lu Hanmo’s wife.

"I’m leaving now," Lu Hanmo told Song Jiefang, then stepped out of the office.

Song Jiefang took a sip of tea, picked up the phone on his desk, and dialed Song Youyou’s number.

Song Youyou was reviewing the program list when the phone on her desk rang. She picked up the handset, "This is Song Youyou."

"Youyou, it’s Dad. Remember how I said yesterday that I wanted you to manage the Guard’s Wives’ performance here? You don’t have to do that now," Song Jiefang said.

"Why?" Song Youyou asked, frowning.

"Lu Hanmo’s wife will take care of it. She’s more familiar with those Guard’s Wives, and it will be more convenient to arrange. Besides, you are busy, aren’t you?" Song Jiefang said with a smile. His wife had passed away a long time ago, so he was particularly indulgent with his only daughter.

"If I’ve promised to take charge of something, I will see it through," Song Youyou said calmly. She disliked leaving things unfinished; if she agreed to something, even if she didn’t like it, she would complete it.