Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Ning arrived in the county town.

She straightened her clothes and emerged from the spatial dimension. She found herself in an alleyway when she heard a girl scream in the distance:

"Stop thief! Stop thief!"

She saw a man wearing a floral shirt and sporting a parted hairstyle running towards her, carrying a black bag.

She stretched out one foot without hesitation.

"Ouch~"

The floral shirt lay flat on the ground like a leaf.

The girl then arrived, straddled him, snatched the black leather bag, and beat him mercilessly on the head.

"You dare steal my bag!"

The woman in the floral shirt kept begging for mercy, but she not only didn't let her go, but also said to Jiang Ning:

"Comrade, thank you for earlier. Could you please come with me to the police station?"

When the man in the floral shirt heard that they were going to the police station, he twisted and tried to break free, but she grabbed him with her other hand, then pulled out her belt and tied his hands tightly.

Seeing that the police station wasn't far away, Jiang Ning followed them there; she hated robbers the most.

The police took statements from several people. The robber was really unlucky; the girl's black purse had at least four thousand yuan in it. Based on that amount, he would have to serve five years in prison.

However, Jiang Ning finished taking the statement and then headed towards the photo studio.

After Song Jia finished giving her statement, she chased after Jiang Ning from the police station, but Jiang Ning was nowhere to be seen, and she was filled with disappointment.

She was in such a hurry to bring the robber to justice that she didn't even have time to thank her.

After depositing her work unit's money at the bank, she went to her father to retrieve the photos she had taken last time.

She was in a bit of a rush as she entered the photo studio, and almost bumped into a woman.

"I'm sorry," she quickly apologized.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the sister who had just helped her.

"It's you, comrade. Are you here to take a picture?"

The curator walked over and said with a smile, "Xiao Jia, do you know Jiang Zhiqing?"

Song Jia stepped forward and, as if they were old friends, took Jiang Ning's hand, explaining to her father:

"Dad, you don't know, I was depositing money for my workplace just now, and my purse was almost stolen. Luckily, it was Jiang Zhiqing who saved me."

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a small favor."

"How can you say it's a small matter? If I had lost my purse today, I would not only have had to pay for it, but I would have lost my job too. You have helped me a lot. No, I must thank you properly today!"

As she spoke, she pulled out a ten-yuan note from her pocket and insisted on giving it to her.

Jiang Ning refused, then said, "How about you take a few photos here for free?"

The curator told her that someone had taken photos here recently.

Seeing that she was racking her brains for a way to thank her, Jiang Ning chuckled and said:

“Young lady, your father and I are now business partners, so there’s really no need to thank me. I have other things to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”

This girl is stubborn; if she doesn't run away, she'll definitely get stuck with her.

Unexpectedly, even after walking a mile, Song Jia still caught up with him.

“Jiang Zhiqing, I heard from my dad that you got a clothing order and are going to take measurements. I’ll go with you.”

What else could we do? They'd already caught up with us, so we could only let her come along.

However, it was definitely worth it. Song Jia was very familiar with the county town. She could find every road and alley in no time. She was practically a living map.

Along the way, she introduced herself and began to ramble on about her family.

Her mother died early, and she was the only child in the family. Her father never remarried and raised her alone.

She also said that she works in a textile factory as an accountant. She used to go to the bank to deposit money with another colleague, but her colleague suddenly had a stomachache and asked her to go alone, where she encountered the robber.

After listening to her, Jiang Ning frowned and reminded her:

"Be careful with your colleague; things may not be as simple as they seem."

"Why?" Song Jia asked, confused.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything more; this girl seemed to be the type who was brave but reckless.

She's not cunning and speaks her mind directly. If I tell her my guesses and she blurts everything out, I might face retaliation.

Since the money wasn't lost, let's take it as a lesson.

"In short, it's best if you don't get involved in money matters in the future." That was all she could do to help.

Song Jia nodded without a care in the world: "You're right. I'll never deposit money myself again."

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the house where the order had been placed.

It's the second floor of a tenement building.

Climbing the stairs and passing through the cluttered hallway, Jiang Ning knocked on the door.

This order was placed after the customer saw the photos.

The curator then asked for my address, saying he would visit another day.

The person ordering the Tang suit was a middle-aged woman who ordered it for her daughter.

Unfortunately, my daughter wasn't home, so I couldn't take the measurements.

“My daughter is about the same size as this girl, so let’s measure her based on her size?” the aunt suggested.

Jiang Ning hesitated. Unlike other clothes, Tang suits are not a problem if they are a little loose. If the size of a Tang suit is not right, it will either not fit or be too big at the waist and will not look good.

Song Jia didn't mind and said, "Let's do it this way. If it doesn't suit me, I'll keep it for my wedding."

Since she agreed so enthusiastically, Jiang Ning didn't say anything more, took out a tape measure, and started measuring carefully.

Bust, waist, hips, arm circumference... a total of eighteen measurements were needed, and she wrote down each measurement in her notebook.

The older woman didn't buy the silk fabric herself, but instead gave her a few cloth coupons, asking her to help her buy it.

"I'm not good with clothes, you help me choose. How many yards of fabric are enough?"

Jiang Ning made a rough estimate and told her that she needed six feet of cloth.

A foot of silk fabric costs around two yuan, but buying the fabric just now would cost twelve yuan.

The woman readily pulled out a ten-yuan note and two one-yuan notes from her wallet. "This is for the fabric. How much is the labor fee? I'll pay you when the goods are delivered."

The auntie paid very readily and gave plenty of time, saying it would be done within ten days.

Jiang Ning readily agreed, "The labor fee is three yuan, you can pay it when the goods are delivered."

She doubled the price of handicrafts in the county.

The main problem is that it takes time to travel back and forth to the county town, and door-to-door measurement is a huge undertaking. If we only charge 1.5 yuan per piece for labor, we can't do it.

The aunt immediately agreed. Several people in her family were paid, so spending this little bit of money wasn't a big deal for them.

After leaving her aunt's house, she headed straight for the supply and marketing cooperative.

No matter how much she tried to persuade her, Song Jia insisted on going with her, saying that it would be interesting to follow her and that she could learn something from her.

Soon, she bought six feet of dark red silk fabric with floral patterns. She held it up to herself and thought it looked beautiful.

After buying the fabric, she also bought some silk thread and other accessories, spending a total of ten yuan.

She couldn't help but sigh, "If it's just a few orders, you really won't make any money. You can only make a profit if you have more orders."

Song Jia stayed by her side, silently noting down the things she bought.