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When she returned to the old house again, she was the only one left.

She abandoned everything in the city and her boyfriend who had been in love for three years. In the end, he could not agree with her decision. He turned around and left. His father and mother could not split up to accompany her, leaving her to guard the old residence alone.

The old residence was silent, and only the birds on the trees occasionally made sounds. Sometimes they chirped non-stop, and sometimes they flapped their wings and shuttled back and forth between the trees. They would play by themselves, or talk in twos and threes in bird language that others could not understand. Ever since Su Xinyue came here, She had gotten used to this kind of natural competition. She also became like those birds, slowly falling in love with this place. She liked the fresh air here. When she took a deep breath, Her heart was full of comfort. Walking in the unique ancient smell of the old residence, she had long melded into it.

The fan making tools that she brought out from her grandfather's courtyard were all placed in a side room. Su Xinyue took out the ancient silk book and went to the side room. She touched the fur file, the board file, the triangular file, the scythes, and so on. The book was a bit yellow, but the handwriting was still clear. In fact, she couldn't calm down at all and read the complex verbose words.

Right now, she only had the title of the head of the fan shop, but in reality, she didn't have anything. No one followed her. There was no ready-made path for her to follow. Everything had to start from scratch. When he thought of this, She thought of building a public account to do some text promotions, and then making a Taobao store to put the products on display later on. She could slowly accumulate some popularity.

She turned on her laptop and applied for a public account called "Su Clan Fan Manor. " The first article she wrote was about the history of the Fan Manor, and it had to be traced back to the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the first generation head of the Su Clan was an apprentice. Later, he founded the Su Clan's Fan Manor, and it was passed down from generation to generation.

Su Xinyue spent two days to write this article, and then she wrote a title: "Su Clan's fan shop's Ming Dynasty history. " After successfully posting it on the public account, she added a few pictures of fans. After posting it on WeChat Moments, she received many likes, but she also received a lot of negative and mocking messages.

Su Yiming sent a few comments in a row, "Oh, oh, oh. Our sect leader is so capable. He is a new official, and he is very popular. This fire is really burning. I'm so looking forward to it!" He sent several emojis of vomiting; Shao Nan sent a stunned emojis; more people expressed that they had never heard of such a fan store. The person closest to her had such a reaction, which made her feel very disappointed.

On the comments below the public account, an online friend named Zi Ning sent a message at the first moment, "If you have a goal, you can do it. " The comment was the first one to encourage her. Seeing such encouragement, she felt a rare sense of warmth in her heart.

The number of views did not make a big breakthrough. In a few days, there were only about 200 views. She opened up another account on Weibo: "Su Clan's Fan Manor. " It was also used for publicity purposes. It was just that it was very difficult to make any progress in a short period of time. More importantly, there was no production ability. Without production ability, there was no development. Now that she's alone, it's very difficult to turn the situation around.

In fact, she hadn't been idle these few days and had already thought of a preliminary plan. She could only find a breakthrough point by inviting the head master of the fan store, Master Liu, back to take charge. Only then could she receive the orders and let the fan business move to the market.

All the starting points and ending points could only be completed in this old residence. This was a place that her grandfather had sworn to protect for the rest of his life. The revival of the fan industry was most meaningful from here on out.

Su Xinyue woke up early the next day. The sky was slightly bright. When the birds sang the first morning song, she had already left the courtyard. She walked along the old alley and walked forward. She turned a few streets and took the bus to the south of the city. After getting off the bus, Su Xinyue walked west along the south road of Zhongshan. After walking through the alley, she finally found the high lane.

After asking a few people, she finally found Master Liu's house at the end of the alley. After asking, she found out that Master Liu was not home. After crossing two streets, he found that Master Liu was playing chess with someone at the entrance of a courtyard.

Su Xinyue walked over and stood behind Master Liu. It was a rare sunny day. The warm sunlight shone on the courtyard and on the smiling faces that were engraved with the marks of time. Master Liu won in the end. He could see his relaxed smiling face blooming. He said with a smile, "One more round. "

Su Xinyue hurriedly shouted, "Master Liu, do you still remember me? I'm Su Family's Little Su. " Master Liu slightly turned around and looked at her. His smile immediately disappeared. "Why are you here? Do you need something from me?"

Looking at Master Liu, he didn't know why she was here. "I'm looking for you to tell you about the matter that Grandfather entrusted to me. I need your help. "

"I'm already so old. I'm already old. What else can I do? Go back. Don't waste my time playing chess. " Master Liu had no intention of getting up. He hastily sent Su Xinyue away.

Su Xinyue didn't leave. She waited for Master Liu to finish another round. Master Liu still didn't get up, nor did he pay attention to her. He didn't say another word to her. With a hint of sadness on her face, she left dejectedly.

As expected, her grandfather's right-hand man wasn't someone she could casually invite, so she didn't blame him. It was just that she didn't have any strength at the moment. No wonder the seniors didn't bother with her and didn't want to play with her. However, since she couldn't invite Master Liu, she didn't even have the ability to make fans. She couldn't even move a single step.

Thinking of this, she called her father, Su Yongan. "Dad, I want to ask Uncle Liu to come back and help me. But he just ignored me. Maybe he thinks I can't do it. " Su Yong'an comforted her over the phone, "Yue Er, Don't be anxious, get ready first. I'll go with you to find him. " In Su Yongan's words, his heart ached for her. However, since the burden was on her, he could only comply.

Su Xinyue had just returned home when she received a video forwarded by her friend. In the video was an old residence. A long-haired beauty was combing her glasses and makeup. Below the video was a line of subtitles. The daily life of the current head of the Fan Manor. Occupying the old mansion, fishing for fame and fame. . . This video was obviously directed at her. She was instantly enraged. At this moment of difficulty, who would want to add insult to injury to ridicule her?

Before she could catch her breath, an uninvited guest suddenly came to visit.

The person who came had a head of fiery red hair and wore a pair of sunglasses. He wore a floral cotton coat on his upper body. He was wearing a pair of black Harren pants and a pair of boots on his lower body. He directly knocked on the Su family's old residence's door. Before Su Xinyue could greet him, he directly walked in. As he walked, he said, "You are the successor of the Su family's fan store, the head of the sect. I want to customize a few fans for the performance. May I ask when I can deliver the goods?"

Su Xinyue looked at him and her heart skipped a beat. This person obviously didn't come with good intentions.

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