Chapter 65: Hand this roll of drawings to her personally.

Shen Zhiyao was busy cleaning up the dishes and responded without even looking up: “I
know!”

"Let me do it!" Aunt Qiao, who had been silent all this time, stood up very attentively at this
moment.

She comes here early every day to show her courtesy, just waiting for this opportunity!

"Sister Yaoyao is busy, I'm a light-footed person, so I'll go and help Zhiyi get it. I'll make sure
it's put away safely!"

As she spoke, without waiting for Shen Zhiyi to object, she walked upstairs on her own, her
steps so fast that she seemed impatient.

Shen Zhiyi frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Gu Nanchuan's gaze lingered on Aunt Qiao's back for a moment, his eyes slightly gloomy,
but he didn't say anything.

There was a slight sound of footsteps coming from upstairs.

Aunt Qiao entered Shen Zhiyi's room. She first picked up the pen on the table, but her eyes
quickly swept towards the locked drawer.

That's it!
Liu Yufen said that the drawings are inside!

She put the pen in her pocket, pulled out a thin wire from her hair, squatted down, and
aimed it at the small keyhole.

Her heart was beating fast and her palms were sweaty.

Downstairs, Gu Nanchuan finished his porridge, put down his bowl, and said to Cheng
Nianhua, "Aunt Cheng, I'm going to the bathroom."

He didn't go to the backyard, but turned around and went upstairs.

The footsteps were light and almost silent.

Aunt Qiao was struggling with the small keyhole, sweat oozing from her forehead.

I poked the wire in the keyhole again and again, but couldn't find the way.

“Click.”

It's open! Aunt Qiao was delighted and suddenly opened the drawer. A roll of brown paper
lay inside.

She reached out to take it, and a big hand reached out from behind, as fast as lightning,
and grabbed her wrist.
"Ah!" Aunt Qiao screamed in fright.

When I turned around, I met a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

Gu Nanchuan stood behind her, his hand gripping her wrist like a pair of pliers, making her
unable to move.

"You...you..." Aunt Qiao's face instantly lost all color and her teeth chattered.

Shen Zhiyi and Shen Zhiyao downstairs heard the scream, looked at each other, and
immediately rushed upstairs.

This is the scene you see when you open the door.

Aunt Qiao collapsed on the ground, her face pale. Gu Nanchuan stood beside her, holding
the blueprint in his hand, the air pressure around him frighteningly low.

"What...what happened?" Shen Zhiyao asked in surprise.

Gu Nanchuan didn't look at her, but only stared at Aunt Qiao on the ground. His voice was
cold and expressionless: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Aunt Qiao was shaking like a sieve, and she still wanted to argue: "I... I saw that the drawer
was not locked, and I wanted to help Zhiyi close it..."

"Really?" Gu Nanchuan sneered and unfolded the drawing in his hand in front of her.
The top one didn't depict any trendy clothing styles, but rather a cute little pig with the
words "Zhou Ping" written next to it in childish handwriting.

Aunt Qiao was completely dumbfounded.

Shen Zhiyi walked forward, took the scroll from Gu Nanchuan, and then took out another
identical roll of kraft paper from the drawer's interlayer.

In front of Aunt Qiao, she unfolded the real design drawing and looked at the woman lying
on the ground. Her eyes were calm, but filled with a bone-chilling coldness.

"Liu Yufen asked you to come?" Aunt Qiao's psychological defenses completely collapsed
when she saw the fake blueprint.

She knew she had fallen into a trap and could no longer pretend. She burst into tears and
knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly.

"Zhiyi, no, Boss Shen! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"

"It was Liu Yufen! She asked me to come! She said that if I could get the blueprints, she
would give me fifty yuan and let me work as a salesperson in her store..."

She confessed everything like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

Shen Zhiyao was so angry that her face turned pale. She stepped forward and wanted to
kick her: "You ungrateful wolf! We treated you to delicious food and drinks at home, and
you actually did something as sneaky as this!"

Cheng Nianhua was so angry that he couldn't speak. He pointed at Aunt Qiao with his
hands shaking.

Shen Zhiyi stopped Shen Zhiyao.

She looked at Aunt Qiao, who was crying bitterly, with no expression on her face.

"I'll give you a hundred dollars. I also have work." Aunt Qiao paused and raised her head in
disbelief.

Shen Zhiyi squatted down, looked into her eyes, and spoke every word clearly.

"Go back and tell Liu Yufen that you got the blueprints. Ask her to give you the money, and
then you hand the 'blueprints' to her personally."

She stuffed the fake drawing of the piglet to the bottom, rolled it up again, and put it into
Aunt Qiao's hand.

"As for the rest, how should I do it? I'll teach you, okay?"

The alley was very quiet, the early morning coolness had not yet been completely dispelled
by the sun.

Gu Nanchuan walked half a step ahead, his tall figure completely covering Shen Zhiyi,
separating him from the scattered people passing by on the street.

His steps were not big, and Shen Zhiyi could barely keep up.
"Aren't you afraid that Aunt Qiao will sell us out right away?" Shen Zhiyi, holding the cloth
bag in her arms, finally asked the doubts in her heart.

"She wouldn't dare." Gu Nanchuan stared straight ahead, his tone firm, "For someone like
her, money and life are the most important."

"We will give double what Liu Yufen can give her. If Liu Yufen can send her to jail, we can
make her stay there longer."

"She's not stupid, she knows what to choose."

Shen Zhiyi stopped talking.

She didn't expect that he would be able to use such calculating means. She felt a little
strange, yet inexplicably relieved.

"Are you really okay with your injury?" Her eyes fell on his walking figure.

"It's okay." Gu Nanchuan turned his head to glance at her, a faint smile on his lips, "Just two
more days of recuperation, and then you can go to your yard to practice boxing."

Shen Zhiyi's face flushed at his nonsensical words, and he said nothing more.

When he reached the bottom of the department store, Gu Nanchuan stopped.

"I'm not going up." He pointed to the post office across the street. "I'm going to make a
phone call back to the team."
"Tang." Shen Zhiyi nodded, holding the cloth bag, took a deep breath, and walked into the
magnificent building.

The air in Liu Yufen's clothing store was sweet and greasy, the smell of cheap perfume
mixed with fabric dust.

She was trimming the threads of a Dacron shirt with a pair of small scissors, without even
raising her eyelids.

Like a frightened mouse, Aunt Qiao slipped in along the wall and placed something
wrapped in a roll of newspaper on the counter tremblingly.

"Fen... Sister Fen, I got the things...

Liu Yufen put down the scissors, wiped her hands slowly, then picked up the roll of
newspaper and tore it open.

A dozen fully drawn drawings were scattered out.

She picked up the top one and curled her lips.

The drawing was of a shirt with puff sleeves, but the sleeves looked like two steamed buns,
which was stupid and clumsy.

Turning down further, there is a dress with a tight waistline and a crooked hem.
"That's it?" Liu Yufen sneered, her eyes full of contempt. "I thought it was some treasure,
but it turns out to be just some unpresentable stuff."

When she turned to the drawing of the pig, she laughed so hard that she fell over.

"A wild girl from the country, so ignorant, she even mixed in the paintings I drew for the
baby."

She counted out fifty yuan from the drawer, along with a few cloth coupons, and threw
them on the counter.

"Take the money and get out."

Aunt Qiao hurriedly put the money and bills into her arms, nodded and bowed, and wanted
to leave.

"Wait." Liu Yufen stopped her again.

She pulled out the drawing of the pig, held it between her fingertips, and looked cold.

“Go back and tell those stupid women that Shen Zhiyi took the materials from the
department store and secretly made clothes to sell, and made a fortune, and she didn’t
even think about taking them with her.”

"Tell them again that I, Liu Yufen, have plenty of work and high wages here. As long as you
have the skills, I'll take them."
Aunt Qiao's face turned pale. She didn't dare to refuse. She nodded like a chick pecking at
rice, then ran out quickly.

Liu Yufen put away the roll of what she considered to be "tattered drawings" and called in
the most skillful tailor in the shop.

"Fix this for me." She slapped the blueprint on the table and pointed at the puff-sleeved
shirt. "Don't make the sleeves so big. It looks tacky. Change the collar to a pointed one. It's
more fashionable."

"And this skirt, lift it above my knees. Be brave!"

"We have to get these new styles made and put them out before her!"