Reborn Troops

Zhou Wanwan sat in the store, holding a piece of broken diamond in her hand, her eyes wandering.

The light in the store was dim, making her face look a little haggard.

She looked down at the jewelry box in her hand. It was an exquisite wooden box with intricate carvings on it, but now it was covered with a thin layer of dust.

"Is it a problem with the jewelry box?" She frowned and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Just then, the shop door was pushed open and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Zhou Wanwan looked up and saw that it was her best friend Qianqian.

Qianqian was wearing a pair of sunglasses and walked with a breeze, like a model walking out of a fashion magazine.

"Wanwan, why is your store becoming more and more deserted?" Qianqian took off her sunglasses, revealing a delicate face, with a hint of teasing in her tone.

"Don't mention it. I'm almost worried to death." Zhou Wanwan sighed and handed the jewelry box in her hand to Qianqian. "Look, this box is almost just a decoration."

Qianqian took the box, looked at it over and over again, and frowned slightly: "This box is a bit old, have you ever thought about changing it to a new one?"

"Change to a new one?" Zhou Wanwan smiled bitterly, "How can I afford a new one?

Besides, this box was left by my grandfather. Although it is a bit old, it still has some commemorative significance."

Qianqian curled her lips and put the box on the table: "Can commemorative significance be eaten? You have to find a way to make this store alive."

Zhou Wanwan was silent for a while, then suddenly looked up at Qianqian: "Tell me, if I put a smart cleaner on the box, would anyone be interested?"

Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then she laughed: "Smart cleaner? Are you going to get into technology?"

"No, I just think that customers nowadays are particular about hygiene.

If the box can clean itself, maybe it can attract more people." Zhou Wanwan explained with a hint of anticipation in her tone.

Qianqian shook her head and smiled helplessly: "Wanwan, what's wrong with your brain? Smart cleaning agent? Do you think this is a science fiction movie?"

Zhou Wanwan's face suddenly turned red, and she muttered in a low voice: "Isn't there anything I can do?"

Qianqian looked at her, the smile on her face gradually faded, and her tone became serious: "Wanwan, do you really want to try it?"

Zhou Wanwan nodded, her eyes firm: "I want to try."

Qianqian was silent for a while, then suddenly stood up and patted Zhou Wanwan on the shoulder: "Okay, I support you."

Zhou Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Qianqian: "Do you support me?"

"Yes, I support you." Qianqian smiled, "But first, you have to tell me, how are you going to make this smart cleaner?"

Zhou Wanwan frowned, feeling a little unsure: "I...I haven't thought about it yet."

Qianqian sighed and sat back in her chair: "Wanwan, your brain is really... forget it, I'll help you think of a solution."

Zhou Wanwan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Qianqian smiled, "But you have to promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

"You have to listen to me." There was a hint of unquestionableness in Qianqian's tone.

Zhou Wanwan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Qianqian nodded with satisfaction, stood up, walked to the door of the store, and looked back at Zhou Wanwan: "I'll come to you tomorrow morning, and we'll work out a solution together."

Zhou Wanwan looked at Qianqian's back, and a warm feeling suddenly surged in her heart. She knew that although Qianqian liked to joke around, she was always reliable at critical moments.

The next morning, Qianqian came as expected. She was wearing a white down jacket, carrying a big bag, with a mysterious smile on her face.