On this day, Uncle Fu and Chen Xian were still discussing the style of ready-made autumn clothes.

Chen Xian went to the tailor specifically to ask if the neckline could be loosened a bit and the waist made thinner.

Hearing Chen Xian's words, he laughed somewhat awkwardly, "I can work on the waist, but if the neckline is even deeper, it would be a bit inappropriate..."

Chen Xian nodded: "Let's make a batch first and see the results."

Uncle Fu watched Chen Xian fussing around and nodded gently.

It's already been abandoned; it's like having too many lice to worry about.

Watching Chen Xian dabble around casually, she sometimes secretly thought that maybe this dabble would actually scare the guy on the other side.

It would be quite good to secretly recruit those older women from brothels as waitresses.

On the one hand, they have a proper job, which is a great act of kindness; on the other hand, it also helps improve the store's image.

But if it became public knowledge, Uncle Fu felt that his shop was a bit improper.

Feeling guilty.

It has some color.

After giving the instructions.

Chen Xian called all the girls and boys over.

The girls were a little nervous, looking around nervously.

Chen Xian said calmly, "You all don't have much time left. If possible, please have the ladies rehearse some singing, dancing, and playing the zither in the courtyard in the next few days. You can decide on the specifics yourself."

“You are all professionals, just do what you do in this building.”

The girls, led by Niu Aihua, were slightly taken aback.

Niu Aihua mustered her courage and said, "Sir, didn't you say that we were to serve the customers in the shop, act as shop assistants, and introduce the ready-made clothes?"

Chen Xian paused for a moment, "When we're working, we use our job titles. Call me Second Manager."

"yes."

"Yes, your task is to introduce clothes to customers after the dance performance. That's the arrangement."

The 10 girls were slightly surprised. Were they being used like mules? They felt like they had been tricked.

We have to dance again.

I need to work part-time as a waiter.

That sounds even more tiring than teaching girls to sing and dance in the building.

I felt lost.

Chen Xian calmly said to them, "You will receive a commission. For every 20 taels of silver worth of clothes sold, you will receive a commission of one tael of silver, that is, one in 20. Your basic monthly salary is one tael of silver."

Niu Aihua and the others were even more puzzled.

That sounds pretty stingy.

They teach girls to dance in the backyard and earn several dozen taels of silver a month.

Shui Sheng, a young man nearby, whispered, "Ladies, one tael of silver a month sounds like a small amount, but if you calculate the commission, it's not low at all. Besides, you ladies are all quite beautiful, so the clothes you introduce might achieve amazing sales."

Seeing the girls' slight disappointment, Chen Xian quickly began to offer empty promises.

"The commission rate is 20% to 1%, and it will be gradually increased in the future. It will be adjusted every once in a while. Next time it will be 19% to 1%."

If our affordable clothing store can expand its sales channels beyond Lushan County and reach Yingzhou Prefecture, every garment endorsed by each of you can achieve an astonishing sales figure.

In the future, whether I find a gigolo, a dozen or so handsome young men, or retire alone and can sleep in until I naturally wake up every day, just imagine how wonderful that kind of life would be!

The other girls were initially hesitant, but as they listened to Chen Xian's grand promises, they slowly began to immerse themselves in the scheme.

A smile played on his lips.

Uncle Fu looked at the girls and chuckled softly.

Chen Xian continued to increase the dosage: "If you can persist in working at the clothing shop for more than a year, I will return your indenture directly."

Niu Aihua and the others suppressed their excitement slightly, their faces flushed.

"If there's one downside to working at the brothel, it's that the madam keeps a tight grip on their indentures. But now, Chen Xian has made a direct decision—"

Anyone who works in the shop for a full year will have their indenture returned to them.

Freedom.

No girl would want to stay in the building her whole life, or even die there.

She longs for a normal married life like any other woman.

pity.

Everyone's fate seems to be predetermined from the very beginning.

It's like a nut being tightly screwed onto a bolt.

They could never remove the bolts on their own.

Unless there's an outsider like Chen Xian who's willing to do all this trouble.

Chen Xian looked at the girls with some doubt and confusion in their eyes, and smiled gently, his face calm: "You may not believe the second shopkeeper, but you can always believe in Mr. Liaozhai!"

Mr. Chen still has some sense of shame; he plans to use this reputation to support his family by writing storybooks!

The previously somewhat oppressive atmosphere eased a little.

The girls laughed.

Uncle Fu was a little confused about Chen Xian's actions. He had spent a lot of money to recruit these girls into the shop's employees, so why did he suddenly make such a request?

Aren't you afraid they'll just leave after a year?

The pretty waitresses are there to entice customers to stay.

What's the point?

Chen Xian smiled, pursing his lips.

No one in this world would ever complain about having too much money.

Regardless of gender.

If so, it means there isn't enough silver, or it's not heavy enough.

If nothing unexpected happens, these girls, according to their own plan, will become famous throughout the county, and money will flow into the shops like water.

Then a small amount flowed into the girls' pockets.

At that time, some people might ask for indentures and leave the shop, but they will be the ones who can't bear to part with them.

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