In the most prominent central position, a woman wearing a bright red dress, brown sunglasses, and bright red nail polish was standing there.
Her stall was the largest, piled high with all sorts of clothes; it was the same woman Zhou Qiqi had seen at the stall yesterday.
The woman had sharp eyes and spotted Zhou Qiqi at a glance.
She first showed a surprised expression, then exaggeratedly made a crying face, clearly a sarcastic mockery.
Zhou Qiqi ignored her and led Zhu Yingying around the open space.
All the good spots were taken, and after wandering around for a long time, the two finally found a small open space at an intersection far from the movie theater.
Although it's a bit far from the movie theater, it's close to the intersection, so passersby can see it, and there are two big trees that can provide shade, so Zhou Qiqi is quite satisfied.
Together with Yingying, she quickly laid out a cloth on the ground, spread out the clothes one by one, and took out the cloth sign she had made the night before.
The finest beige cotton and linen fabric, painted with Zhouzhou's watercolors, features the five large characters "Qiqi Fashion Stall" written in a bold and elegant style, surrounded by cute little flowers and hearts as decorations.
Hanging it up like this, it actually looks quite presentable.
After hanging up the sign, Zhou Qiqi took out a stool for Yingying to sit on, then put her hands on her hips and started shouting loudly.
"Batwing tops, flared pants, designer exclusives! Don't miss out!"
She wasn't embarrassed at all; making money isn't shameful.
I thought that since it was Monday and everyone was at work or school, there would be few customers, and the clothes on the stall were all rather plain in style and color, so there wouldn't be any customers at first.
Unexpectedly, after only a few shouts, a young woman in her early twenties came over and pointed to the black batwing shirt on the ground, asking a question.
"Boss, how much is this batwing shirt?"
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