Chapter 121

Xu Ruoqing read the content on the note, and had a score in her heart.

Perfumery is the most taboo to offend the preferences of guests, with this note left by Li Tingsheng, Xu Ruoqing knows the preferences of this old man.

After a moment of contemplation, the idea of perfume in my mind has a big framework.

"Director Ann." The staff in charge of spice storage saw Xu Ruoqing and bowed respectfully.

Xu Ruoqing relied on her strength to convince everyone in the perfume department.

Xu Ruoqing nodded at the staff, "Are there still citrus, civet incense, Ruxiang, myrrh, tuberose, and patchouli?" ”

After the staff checked, their faces were embarrassed, "Director An, there is no myrrh left in Lingmaoxiang." The other perfumers had taken away the last of the civet incense and myrrh stocks, and now the new spices have not yet been delivered to ......"

Xu Ruoqing pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Where is the largest spice market in Linchuan?" ”

After coming to Linchuan, her spice inventory was purchased and transported back from abroad, and she never visited the local spice market.

The staff was a little surprised.

Could it be that Director An hasn't been to the largest spice market in Linchuan since he came to Linchuan?

The staff wrote down the largest spice market in Linchuan on a piece of paper and handed it to Xu Ruoqing: "Director An, the spice market is a little far away, and it is almost to the suburbs." If you need it urgently, I'll get in touch with the purchasing staff to see if I can get it this week. ”

Xu Ruoqing shook her head, smiled slightly, and said softly: "No need, I'll take a look myself, I've worked hard for you, work with peace of mind." ”

Spices that have been hand-made by the perfumer themselves are the most reassuring.

It just so happened that Li Tingsheng was on a business trip, and she didn't have any extra work.

Since the perfume commission is from Li Tingsheng, she personally went to the spice market to select the right spices, which is not a violation of the contract, right?

Xu Ruoqing's mobility has always been very high.

Once you've made up your mind, do it right away.

She sent a WeChat message to Li Tingsheng, reporting her whereabouts, and then drove to the spice market.

The largest spice market in Linchuan is very far from the financial center, and Xu Ruoqing drove for four hours on the highway before finally reaching her destination.

After parking the car, Xu Ruoqing picked up her black leather bag and walked into the ten-story spice market.

There are so few people...... Xu Ruoqing frowned slightly, when she was abroad, she often visited the spice market, and there was no spice market like here, where there were few people.

Xu Ruoqing was a little strange, looking at them one by one.

"Old lady, this is the best Victorian violet." A businessman's voice drifted into Xu Ruoqing's ears.

Xu Ruoqing subconsciously looked there.

A well-dressed old lady with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose was looking at the spices on the shelves.

She was followed by a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a black suit, waiting respectfully.

"Is this the best Victorian violet here?" The old lady put down the spices in her hand and looked kindly at the merchant beside her.

The merchant nodded and laughed: "Of course, I'm afraid there won't be a better Victoria Violet in the entire Linchuan than we have here." The old lady is also a spice lover, right? Now the mainstream of violets relies on chemical synthesis, and the choice of spices must be veterans. ”

The kind old lady smiled slightly, but did not say anything.

Xu Ruoqing frowned slightly.