As he said this, he was about to take the newspaper back, looking as if he didn't want to waste any more words with him.

"Okay." The young chef hurriedly held Qiao Lu's newspaper tightly. It was not difficult. The important thing was not to drive away the customers.

"I need it urgently. I need it now."

"Okay." The young chef brought her a stool and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and make it for you."

Turned and entered a small room.

"Excuse me."

It took half an hour to develop the photos, two in total, the size of a family portrait, about the size of three adult palms put together.

On the way home, she passed by a house that was under construction. The frame of the house was half built, and dense bamboos surrounded the house. In front of the door of the house, there was a huge triangular sand pile. Four children were playing with mud and sand, the kind that was wet with water, next to the sand pile. Among them was her son.

“An An!”

"Mom!" It was rare to see her not running over immediately. She just stood there, jumping up and down, waving her dirty, muddy hands: "Mom, I'm here! I'm here!"

Qiao Lu smiled, rode over on her bike, and rubbed his head: "What are you doing, son?"

"Mom, my brother took me to play in the mud!" He then pointed to a large lump of sand next to the pile, well, you could also say it was a "building".

"This is the house I built myself, and that is my brother's house. Mom, whose house do you think is more beautiful?"

Qiao Lu laughed, and thought about it seriously for a moment: "My brother's house is bigger, yours is smaller, but more exquisite."

The little guy was happy and his face was full of smiles.

But to be honest, Qiao Lu really thinks her son's house is not that beautiful, a bit... uh, abstract. To put it bluntly, it's just a messy pile of dirt!

But she did not discourage her son's enthusiasm. Although playing in the mud was a bit dirty, isn't it a child's nature to play?

Go ahead and play while you are young and can still play. You won’t have time to play when you grow up.

"Mom is leaving now. You can continue playing and come home early when you are done."

"Okay~"

…

It was already completely dark when Xu Haizhou got back from work, around seven o'clock. The sack in the back seat was bulging, and it looked like it was a "big harvest" today.

"You're so tired coming back so late. An An, help daddy get the things."

"Okay~"

The little guy ran over happily to help him move the sacks.

Xu Haizhou held onto his bicycle and took off his gloves: "Thank you, son. Dad can do it himself."

The boy shook his head and held the sack tightly, saying, "Dad, you've worked hard. I'll help you."

Xu Haizhou smiled helplessly and kissed his red face.

"Business is good today. We have nothing to bring back. We need to get some stock, right?" Qiao Lu also came to help.

"Well, we have to go tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." After unloading the goods, he suddenly walked up to Qiao Lu, took out a small gadget less than the size of a palm from his pocket and handed it to her.

"give."

"What?"

"Page machine." According to their family's financial resources, they had to prepare this thing anyway. Unexpectedly, they were still a few steps behind that kid Tian Jianzhong.

"Oh, you've even bought a pager. I thought you were going to save money to buy a mobile phone." Qiao Lu teased him.

Xu Haizhou laughed and pinched her shoulder helplessly: "That thing is too expensive, tens of thousands of dollars a piece, and we still have to save money to buy a house."

I have enough spare money to buy a mobile phone, but I have also bought a house.

"Mom, what is a pager?" It sounds so familiar, as if I have heard this name somewhere before.

"It's a phone call." Qiao Lu fiddled with it and led her son into the room.

"Phone?" I still don't quite understand what it is.

"With him, we can talk to our dad even if we are far away," Qiao Lu explained.

"How far is it?" Qiao An tilted his head to look at her.

"Hmm... it's very far. You'll know when I take you to try it next time."

"Oh well."

The food is ready and is hot in the pot, so you can eat it right away.

At the dinner table, Xu Haizhou told Qiao Lu the news of moving the store.

"Moving today? So suddenly?" Qiao Lu was stunned for two seconds, then picked up a piece of meat and said, "Moving to the corner of the street to exchange with Dashihua?"

Xu Haizhou couldn't help laughing, his chest shaking: "My name is Zhang Weiqiang, don't keep calling me Da Chihua, this name is too funny."

Qiao An also laughed, covering her mouth with both hands: "Mom is so funny, so funny."

Qiao Lu also laughed: "Then, uh, what does Zhang Weiqiang want? Is it really a fitting room?"

No one really thinks that Xu Haizhou's success is due to the fitting room? That's just one of the reasons!

What is the most important thing in doing business? Regardless of the era, products are the most important!

A good blacksmith must have strong tools himself. It is completely against reality to neglect the important and pursue the trivial. Zhang Weiqiang has completely confused the priorities.

"Yeah, that's right." Xu Haizhou's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled cunningly: "I even extorted fifty yuan from him before he reluctantly agreed to exchange with him."

"Really?" Qiao Lu burst out laughing. "You are so miserable, but you are still doing well. You must be so happy."

Talent, talent. For example, it's like you take a big watermelon and exchange it for a grape, and even pay him fifty yuan to do so. If you are not a fool, what kind of person is that?

Comrade Weiqiang is really smart to give up the big for the small for a fitting room.

"Forget it, I won't say anything... Uh, Zhang Weiqiang is so strong, let me show you something."

Qiao Lu enthusiastically handed him the enlarged version of the photo. Xu Haizhou looked at the huge photo in his hand, stunned, and looked at it over and over again.

"Who is this woman?"

Qiao Lu held her chin with her hand and blinked: "Look carefully and think about it. Doesn't it look familiar?"

Xu Haizhou looked at it again and again, and nodded after a long time. Qiao Lu thought he had thought of it.

"He looks familiar, but I can't remember who he is."

Qiao Lu laughed and kicked him: "Stupid, didn't we just see it during the Spring Festival? On the Spring Festival Gala, think about it again, host."

The information was sufficient, and Xu Haizhou immediately had a picture in his mind. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Lu Jing?"

Qiao Lu snapped her fingers: "Correct!"

"What about this one, the lesbian in a skirt?" He pointed at another lesbian with short curly hair and a long skirt and asked.

"She seems to be called Ma Lan. She has a baby face and is very cute. She is so likable. Look at this skirt. She looks like a living advertisement when she wears it."

After looking at the photo again and again, he concluded: "…It's OK, but not as cute as you."

To put it bluntly, Qiao Lu was so amused by her man that she couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily: "With you, I'm not afraid of getting diabetes every day."

Xu Haizhou was puzzled and asked with a smile: "Why is it so?"

Qiao Lu pinched his face and said, "You're too sweet. I'm afraid of you."

Holding her hand, Xu Haizhou was helpless: "Where did you get the photo?"

"I cut it out from a newspaper and took it to a photo studio to have a large copy developed."

"Newspaper?" He remembered that there seemed to be no newspapers at home.

So Qiao Lu told him about her visit to Qiao Yan's house today, and then he suddenly understood.

“So, you want to make the same clothes?”

Otherwise, how can we say that a couple has such a tacit understanding and understands each other immediately?

"Yes, and I have a feeling it will sell out!" Think about it, with advertising on a program like the Spring Festival Gala that people all over the country know about, how can the sales be bad?

As expected, the plan received strong praise from Xu Haizhou: "Okay, you have quite a business sense."

"That is necessary."

…

The most popular item in the store recently is suit jackets. In this year's Spring Festival Gala, except for some programs that required specific attire, all the other gay men who appeared on camera wore suits, and they were all living advertisements.

The only product that sold well was tweed coats.

Although the picture is in black and white, this did not prevent Qiao Lu from making the clothes.

Lu Jing is the host. Female hosts of the Spring Festival Gala usually wear red, which represents festive atmosphere, so she decided on the color without a second thought - a red shirt.

As for Comrade Ma Lan who sang "The Female Prime Minister", she looked very elegant in a dress made of light gauze. Such materials are generally not made into dark colors.

What's more, as the saying goes, since we are on the Spring Festival Gala, of course we can be as festive as possible, and we should first exclude black and gray.

Red? It's not impossible to wear such a festive color, but think about it, it's 1984 now, and I'm afraid few people would dare to wear a long red dress on the street.

White? A pure white long dress is "unlucky", just like a funeral.

Let's compromise and go with pink.

Both the top and the skirt are made of chiffon fabric, which is easy to buy and moderately priced. Time waits for no one, so after purchasing the materials, we started making samples directly.

After finishing a piece, she would immediately give it to Wu Guifang. She paid RMB 1.5 for a shirt and RMB 2 for a long skirt. She worked so hard that she almost wanted to make the sewing machine smoke.

After a day's work, Qiao Lu made four long skirts, Wu Guifang made five red shirts, Chen's aunt made three red shirts, and several daughters-in-law made two skirts.

After it is made, it is sold directly in the market the next day.

"Come, come, come! Take a look, the same red shirt as the Spring Festival Gala hosts! You can wear it inside or outside! You will be cheerful and energetic, and you will be the most beautiful lesbian when you wear it!"

"Spring Festival Gala? Same dress!"

"Show me."

Xu Haizhou and Li Hongjun each had a photo in their hands. Whoever wanted to see it could hand it to him, but they could not take it away. They could only look at it.

"Oh, this isn't... that isn't..."

"Lu Jing! This is Lu Jing, right? The one who hosted the Spring Festival Gala."

"Yes, yes, it's exactly the same, it's her!"

The two men spread out the clothes, one holding a long skirt and the other holding a red shirt, which, when used in conjunction with the photo, made the dress look even more stunning and mysterious.

"Is this true? Exactly the same clothes?"

"Of course, you can compare them." Xu Haizhou unfolded the skirt and the photo together. The contrast was very obvious. Anyone who was not blind could tell that this was a one-to-one replica of the same style.

No need to compare, they are the same style at first glance.

“Really.”

"Wow, it really is! It's exactly the same. So beautiful!"

"Is this the Ma Lan who played the female emperor consort? She is so beautiful..."

The pink long skirt is light and flowing, with a waist-hugging design and irregularly cut hem at the top, which makes it elegant yet a little playful.

A pure white pearl necklace is hung around the neck as an accessory, which is simple, generous, eye-catching and looks very beautiful.

The highlight is the organza flower on the left shoulder, which is embellished to make it more rich and playful.

Although it is just the beginning of spring and we can't wear skirts, Malan is so beautiful, she is really a walking advertisement.

It seems that you can't justify not buying it.

Besides, this is the only store in the whole of Li'an, and the stock is limited. Wouldn't people rush to grab them all?

"Buy a skirt and get a free necklace. The same pearl necklace as Ma Lan. Buy it and get it free. Buy it and get it free!"

Oh my! What a bargain! You’d be a fool not to take advantage of it!

Come on sisters!

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Mercury is probably retrograde today T^T