Wall advertisements are highly effective. At least the villages and towns under Deyang know about Xibao Furniture City. The villagers may not be able to afford furniture that costs tens or hundreds of yuan, but most city dwellers come from the countryside. When people from major counties go back to their hometowns, they are often talked about by the villagers.

They say Xibao furniture is so great, you could spend ten yuan a year advertising for them. Their products are high-end, and choosing Xibao furniture for weddings and other celebratory events is definitely the right choice!

As the word spread, Xibao became synonymous with high-end living in the minds of the people of Deyang.

After all, these days, there aren't many people who spend money on advertising.

Xiao Wu from Lao Ma's transport team unloaded the fabric and clothing. Shen Zhuyu looked at the fabric and clothing, her eyebrows curving into a smile. When Chu Yu was on the job, he never failed. These clothes were all very new styles, the kind you couldn't see on the streets of Deyang. Mandarin's business was good because of its information gap and its keen eye.

Fang Fang had just finished ironing the clothes when someone came to ask the price.

With Mandarin sales on track, Chu Yu shifted her focus to the new store, which sold fabrics. The arrangement of the fabrics was a problem, so Chu Yu had Shu Aiguo customize a wine cabinet-style grid. The fabrics were placed inside one by one and labeled with numbers. Customers could then identify the fabric by its label number.

The fabric store is located in Chu Yu's newly purchased house.

The rent was deducted from the three people's debts according to the market price. The house was renovated. The fabric store was stylish. Chu Yu drew inspiration from the decoration of coffee shops in later generations. There were mannequins behind the glass window at the entrance. On the wall facing the glass window, there was a grid to hold the fabrics, so that the styles of the fabrics could be seen from a distance.

A well-decorated home doesn't necessarily mean a high price.

The polyester fabric in the department store is very expensive, and you also have to pay for the fabric itself. In Chuyu, the prices are cheaper, the service is better, and you can even buy ready-made clothes directly from the fabric you like.

Sizes range from S to XL, and you can get your hands on the item as soon as you see it. This shortens the production time, and when customers calculate the cost price, it's not much more expensive than buying it elsewhere.

If you don't like the styles in the store, you can simply take the fabric away.

Buy fabric and make it at home. It saves money and effort, and the price is not expensive. Who wants to go to a department store and have to deal with people's attitudes? Here, the fabrics are all available, there are many styles, and you can even take inspiration from the styles in the store and make the same styles at home. Only a fool wouldn't come.

Before the new store even opened, it was surrounded by a group of regular customers, all clamoring to buy. Chu Yu spent the whole morning overseeing the renovations. At noon, Deng Fangping made her some chicken soup to nourish her body. Before she could finish the bowl of soup, Shu Hui hurriedly came downstairs, carrying several towels in her hand.

"Mom, where are we going?"

“Your mother went to visit the Luo family. Your grandfather Luo is old and in poor health, and he is currently hospitalized. Your great-grandmother can't help her son by herself. Your mother felt sorry for him, so she often went over to help him.”

"Uncle Luo is in the hospital? When did that happen?"

"The day you went to Guangzhou, Uncle Luo fell at home. Luckily it wasn't a stroke, but he hadn't eaten for a long time and was so hungry that his vision was blurry. He was also busy taking care of his son, and before long, he couldn't hold on any longer."

The elderly couple were Party members who had done good deeds their entire lives. They even entrusted their only son to the state, and he became the deputy director of the Deyang Public Security Bureau in his early forties. He had received commendations, solved many major cases, and arrested countless criminals. Neighbors said that Luo Kangcheng was an upright man who often helped his neighbors with matters big and small. Unfortunately, he was unlucky; he hit his head while arresting criminals and never got up again.

The poor old couple, already quite advanced in age, still have to take care of him.

"The hospital said the chances of him waking up are very small, and even if he does, it will be brain damage or something."

Shu Hui is kind-hearted and can't bear to see the elderly suffer. Uncle Luo has gone to the hospital, and Aunt Zeng is on the verge of collapse. She is really afraid that the elderly will do something rash, so she brings some things to her whenever she has free time.

So, when they ran out of towels, Shu Hui brought two new towels from home.

"Mom, how is Luo Kangcheng? Is he really not going to wake up?"

Previously, Shu Hui thought that people in a vegetative state were suffering and that their families should face reality and look forward. But after taking care of Luo Kangcheng this time, she realized that people in a vegetative state can open their eyes and respond to your words. They look no different from normal people, except that they can't wake up.

“Your Grandpa Luo and Great-Grandma Luo take very good care of him. Luo Kangcheng has been bedridden for several years, but he doesn’t even have pressure sores. He looks quite energetic, but he just can’t wake up. Your Grandpa Luo bought a radio and plays broadcasts for him every day. Your Great-Grandma Luo also talks to him every day. I chat with him when I have nothing to do. I’m not very educated, so I just talk about everyday things, like how much cabbage costs, how rice, flour, and cooking oil are priced, and how cheap the green onions are at the market today.”

Shu Hui took good care of the child, and Aunt Zeng felt embarrassed, so she often brought dumplings or something over here.

The two families are essentially looking out for each other.

“We have no relatives or friends in Deyang, and the old couple are not locals either, so we’ll just consider them as an extra relative.”

Chu Yu also wanted to go and see Grandpa Luo and Great-Grandma Luo. She often couldn't get used to calling them that, but Shu Hui also called them Uncle Luo and Aunt Zeng, so it was really inappropriate for her to call them that.

Just as they reached the alley entrance, a woman with a child glanced at their clothes and said sarcastically:

"Oh, here you are again, offering your help for no reason? Isn't it just because you're after the Luo family's treasure?"

Shu Hui looked unwell and awkwardly prepared to leave.

Chu Yu laughed and said, "If you're willing, you're welcome to come to the Luo family and offer your help. You're also welcome to help Grandpa Luo and Great-Grandma Luo take care of Uncle Luo."

"I……"

"If you can't do it, shut up. If you dare to talk back to my mom again, I'll tear your mouth apart."

The old lady was about to say something when Chu Yu pulled Shu Hui away without paying them any attention. Grandma Zeng came out, glared at the neighbor, and led them inside.

“They just make sarcastic remarks. Don’t take it to heart. All the things in my house were donated to the country by your Grandpa Luo. They don’t even have my things. But they don’t believe me. They often come to my house and rummage through my things, trying to steal them or buy them at a low price.”

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