Chapter One Hundred: The Company’s New Order

After hearing that, Wen Yu actually felt like laughing. It was only because the girl had died once already that such a simple question still had her stumped. But seeing her expression, Wen Yu painfully swallowed the smile back down. “Silly girl.”

She tapped her daughter lightly on the forehead and gave her a soft scold.

“It’s such an easy question. What are you getting hung up on? Don’t you understand the butterfly effect?”

Yu Qian looked utterly bewildered. What did the butterfly effect have to do with this? Wasn’t that a movie?

Seeing her face, Wen Yu understood exactly what she was thinking.

“I’m not talking about the film. I mean the theory. It means that a tiny change can set off a huge chain reaction.”

Wen Yu’s words made her finally realize it. “You mean my rebirth has, in a sense, already changed the course of this world?”

“Mm. The rules of this world are actually very complicated. You may think your rebirth is only a tiny loose thread in the tapestry, but often the beginning of change comes from just such a thread.” Wen Yu’s tone was gentle. “Besides, didn’t you say not everything has changed? That means only this one line has shifted; the others are still normal.”

Yu Qian still felt that something about her mother’s explanation was off. Was the butterfly effect really explained like that? And yet, what her mother said didn’t seem entirely wrong either. Her rebirth had indeed changed her parents’ fates, and her parents had in turn changed the fates of many others. Couldn’t that also be called the butterfly effect?

As for such profound theories, Yu Qian simply couldn’t figure them out, so she stopped trying.

She had already been reborn, and the world had already changed. Thinking any further about it was useless. When the boat reached the bridge, it would naturally straighten itself out; she would just adapt as things came.

After changing the subject and talking a while longer with Wen Yu, Yu Qian learned that the company had just taken on a job and was worrying over it.

The national broadcaster was preparing to film a documentary about the evolution of food, clothing, housing, and transportation in China from the Xia Dynasty to the Republic era, and the clothing segment had been handed to Rouge.

Yu Qian’s expression turned a little strange. Had her parents unknowingly already latched onto the national broadcaster’s patronage?

“Getting a commission from the national broadcaster isn’t a good thing? What’s there to worry about?”

Wen Yu shot her a glare, leaving Yu Qian completely baffled. Why was her mother glaring at her?

“Our company’s designers can manage blending Eastern and Western elements, sure. But can they actually design complete ancient garments?”

At first, Wen Yu had wanted to turn down the collaboration. But would the national broadcaster even give you the chance to refuse?

“If they can’t, they can come to me. I can provide the design sketches.”

She was glared at again after saying that. Yu Qian rubbed her nose, helpless. “Mom, why are you glaring at me? I really can provide them.”

“This is from the Xia Dynasty all the way to the Republic era! Xia Dynasty! Xia Dynasty!”

Wen Yu jabbed her daughter’s forehead with a finger in frustration, and when she saw the skin redden, she felt a pang of heartache.

Covering her forehead, Yu Qian looked wronged. “I know. The ones before the Xia Dynasty aren’t a problem.”

Wen Yu froze. This time, she was truly stunned.

Even the country’s own experts might not be able to fully reconstruct the clothing styles of the Xia Dynasty. Could Yu Qian’s friends really do it?

The design drawings Yu Qian had been given all started from the Shang Dynasty, and Wen Yu had always assumed they knew nothing about the history before that.

“Tell Mom the truth,” Wen Yu said sternly. “Who is the person providing you with those design sketches?”

Yu Qian rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Just my friends...”

Seeing her dodge her gaze and not dare say more, Wen Yu pressed her lips together.

“Are they the ones?” she asked, pointing upward.

Yu Qian was startled. How did her mother know?

“You think I don’t know about all those things you buy every few days? All the food, clothes, and other supplies?” Wen Yu said.

“...”

So all along, her parents had known.

“We just didn’t say much about it,” Wen Yu added, stroking her hair as her expression softened. “If you won’t say anything, then I’ll take that as your agreement.”

“...”

That worked too?

“Your father and I will transfer the money into your card. As for the design sketches, leave that to you.”

She patted Yu Qian’s shoulder and settled the matter.

Inside, she was also thinking that the payment for those submitted designs had to be raised a little. Otherwise, how could anyone keep up with those immortals sweeping in every few days and taking everything away?