Sang Jueqian believed this. She used to eat their side dishes often and had never had any problems.

Sang Jueqian was just worried that they would not be careful enough in order to rush the work, so he gave this extra reminder.

After coming out of the store, Sang Jueqian rode his tricycle happily back to the grocery store.

After getting off the car, Sang Jueqian took a look into the Hanfu customization hall.

It was noon and the sun was scorching. There were hardly any people on the streets of the ancient city, and the other shops didn't have much business either.

However, through the glass, one can clearly see that there are still quite a few people in the Hanfu customization hall, and business cannot be said to be bad.

After adding a few new employees, we are finally able to get the business going.

Not only is the store doing good business, but because of the online promotion, the fact that the products can be customized, are affordable, use solid materials, have exquisite workmanship, and ship quickly, many people are placing orders online.

The main job of the shop assistants is to record each person's size and requirements in detail, and finally draw a picture on the computer, print it out, write down the size and other detailed requirements on the side, and after summarizing them, give them to Sang Jueqian.

Sang Jueqian delivers these papers to Da Zhou every night, and someone in charge will assign the tasks.

At the same time, every night someone would hand her the packed clothes.

Wait until the next morning and have the store staff come and take it away, notify the customer to pick it up, or mail it directly.

It seems that Sang Jueqian did not do anything, but she was responsible for the most important link.

Without her, no matter how good the clothes made by the women in Tingzhou are, they cannot be sold in Longguo.

Sang Jueqian did not enter the Hanfu customization store and was about to return to the grocery store.

Just then, the door of the cultural and creative store next door was pushed open and Uncle Zhong walked out.

Uncle Zhong smiled when he saw Sang Jueqian, "Xiao Sang is back! It's just right for me to say goodbye to you."

Sang Jueqian's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. "Goodbye? What goodbye?"