Before long, Ye Yun arrived at a privately owned clothing store with a decent storefront.

—Soldier's Clothing Store.

When she entered, the only sewing machine in the shop was clattering away.

Behind the sewing machine was an ordinary middle-aged man, around thirty years old, with short hair and missing an ear. He was wearing an apron, dressed simply, and had some scars on his face. When he saw her, he smiled and greeted her, "Young lady, are you here to buy clothes or have some custom-made?"

His smile added a touch of kindness to his somewhat fierce appearance.

These days, entrepreneurship is not limited to men or women. In particular, many women have not yet had the idea of ​​starting a business, and most tailors are still men.

Ye Yun said, "Made to order."

"good."

Seeing that Ye Yun had no fabric in her hands, the man came out to introduce the fabrics in the store to her, and picked up a ruler, ready to take her measurements at any time.

Ye Yun chose a more refreshing one.

The older brother wanted to introduce her to the new Dacron fabric, saying, "Hey girl, do you want to check out this one? It's a new color. You have fair skin, and this chestnut color suits your complexion."

Ye Yun waved her hand, "No need."

She wasn't particularly fond of Dacron. Summer was approaching, and being pregnant, she was more prone to feeling hot. She preferred the simplest and coolest fabrics. While Dacron was indeed quite cool compared to other fabrics, it still wasn't cool enough for her.

"Okay."

The older brother didn't push her to buy anything. He took the piece of fabric she had chosen and put it on the table, asking her what kind of design she wanted.

Ye Yun thought for a moment, "V-neck, several pleats folded in front of the chest to make a pattern, fitted waist, sleeves with ruffles from the elbows down, and a wide hem that rolls down the skirt."

"By the way, the waist is cinched directly below the bust, and it's as loose as possible below, so pregnant women can wear it too."

As she finished speaking, the soldier's eyes gradually lit up, looking at her as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Girl, is this a new style you learned from Hong Kong and Taiwan?" the soldier asked in surprise.

Ye Yun was slightly taken aback. "No."

"Huh?"

The soldier was surprised. "Where did you learn that from? I've never seen this style before."

Ye Yun smiled gently.

He had never seen it before; it was a style that became popular in later generations.

The soldier scratched his head and chuckled, "Hey girl, how about this? I've always found this design novel, especially with the white fabric with black polka dots you chose. It has the grandeur of Hong Kong and Taiwan while retaining the gentleness of the mainland. How about this, I'll waive the two yuan labor fee for you, and I'll make one for my wife myself, okay?"

Ye Yun said she didn't care.

“Just keep making it, I just want to make a dress to wear…” Suddenly, an idea popped into Ye Yun’s mind, and she said with a flash of inspiration, “Brother Bing, how about this, you can make this dress as much as you want, and it’s okay if you sell it in the shop.”

"ah?"

The soldier's eyes widened. Such a good thing?

Ye Yun smiled and said, "Here's the thing, you calculate your costs and labor, then calculate your profit, and once it's sold, you give me a commission, okay?"

"Sure!"

The soldier clapped his hands; how could he refuse such a good thing?

Having made clothes for so many years, the designs Ye Yun mentioned are so novel just by thinking about them in his head, they're sure to sell well once they're made!

The soldier didn't know the girl's name yet, so he scratched his head and asked, "What's your surname, young lady?"

"My name is Ye Yun, you can just call me by my name."

"Oh! I've heard of that super popular mung bean cake shop, right? My wife even bought some of your mung bean cakes! I have to say, your mung bean cakes are really good!"

"Thanks."

The soldier nodded with a smile and tentatively asked, "Then... how much commission are you planning to ask for?"

Ye Yun thought for a moment and asked first, "How much do you plan to sell it for, including your cost and profit?"

"Let me calculate..." The soldier counted on his fingers and quickly gave an answer: "Including the cost and labor, it's about eight yuan. The main reason is that the process is complicated, so the labor cost is a bit higher than usual, and there are more pieces of fabric, which also wastes material..."

"Then you should sell it for the minimum price of 12 yuan."

"ah?!"

The soldier, a grown man who had just retired from the minefield, was dumbfounded. Ye Yun's words were even more deafening than when his ears were blown off by a shell!

His mouth trembled for a long time, and for a moment he felt that Ye Yun was just joking with him.

"Girl, these days a worker's monthly salary is only thirty or forty yuan. Your dress costs twelve yuan. Who would spend half a month's salary on a dress?"

"It will happen."

Ye Yun smiled dismissively.

Actually, she felt that selling it for twelve yuan was too low, as her target customers were not just ordinary workers.

The soldier was skeptical.

However, he still agreed.

The design was provided by someone else, so if he wants to sell it, he really has to listen to Ye Yun's opinion.

Forget it, he'll just treat it as a pastime and hang it in the shop. If it sells, great; if not, it's no big deal for him.

Afterwards, Ye Yun selected fabric for Qin Zheng and made two cool tops. She also ordered a well-fitting skirt for Tian Xiaohui. The girl wore her male elders' clothes every day and didn't even have a decent skirt. It was too shabby.

As for Tian Xiaohui's dresses, she also aimed for a tall and graceful silhouette.

Although Tian Xiaohui is tall and strong, her body proportions are good. Being tall should be shown off, not something to be ashamed of. Many people want to be tall but can't.

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