Chapter 20: Hand-make new clothes!
Xu Rong frowned instantly. She had witnessed the commotion just now and knew that she was just a girl from the country. The most famous chef in Zhoupu only charged 20 yuan to tailor a cheongsam at home, but she asked for 30 yuan. She was really asking for too much and didn't know how high the sky was.
She didn't need this little money, but this girl really didn't know what was good for her. She curled her lips, her eyes revealing undisguised sarcasm: "Little girl, you're not a master chef, and your price is too high."
Su Mengxue expected the woman to say this, and it was obvious that she was not short of money. She just felt that her craftsmanship was not worth the price.
She didn't get angry, but assured the woman confidently: "If you are not satisfied with the clothes, or if you think they are not worth it, I won't charge you a penny."
Xu Rong sneered and chuckled, "You may not be that old, but you're so arrogant."
Su Mengxue looked her straight in the eyes and said sincerely, "Since you like the clothes I make, it means that our aesthetics are compatible. I believe I can design clothes that best suit your temperament according to your requirements and figure. However, I don't have a sewing machine, so you will need to provide the needle and thread and the machine."
A dressmaker doesn't have a sewing machine? Xu Rong glared at Su Mengxue and said coldly, "My materials are all top-notch imported from Shanghai. Don't pretend to know how to make them and ruin them for me..."
She dragged out the last syllable of her voice, and her words revealed her distrust and warning towards Su Mengxue.
Su Mengxue's eyes darkened, and then she spread her hands and said helplessly, "I came all the way from the countryside to Jiangbei to celebrate Grandpa Gu's birthday. I can't carry a sewing machine on the train, right? If you don't believe me, I can make you some patterns with scrap fabric first. If you're satisfied, I'll make clothes for you."
The woman thought what she said made sense, so she stopped questioning her. She once again looked up and down at the cheongsam Su Mengxue was wearing, then said in a slow tone, "I have a very important banquet to attend next week, and I need to make some dresses. Come over tomorrow to take my measurements and have them made for me."
Seeing that the woman decided to use her to make clothes, Su Mengxue knew that she would soon be able to earn her first pot of gold and would be one step closer to saving up 500 yuan.
She suppressed her joy and said calmly, "No problem. Tell me the address and I'll be there after breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, Hepingli Family Compound, Building 7, 2nd Floor, Room 13." Xu Rong paused and added, "When you get there, just tell the guard your name. I'll let them know in advance. Also, my name is Xu Rong, so from now on, you can call me Sister Xu."
It turned out that this woman and Shen Yanzhi lived in the same family compound, which made it much easier for her to find Shen Yanzhi. She nodded and said, "I see, Sister Xu."
Seeing her calm demeanor, Xu Rong couldn't help but warn her again, "Little girl, let me be frank. If I don't like the work you do, not only will I not pay you, but you won't be able to take any more work from the Jiangbei wives' circle."
Su Mengxue raised her eyebrows. She was a well-known and renowned designer. If the vision of this woman from the 1980s could surpass the international jury in modern society, then all her domestic and international awards would be in vain.
She raised her chin, and the corners of her lips curved up: "Sister Xu, to be fair, if the clothes I made satisfy you, then you have to help me become famous in the Jiangbei wives' circle!"
Xu Rong glanced at Su Mengxue with her eyes slightly narrowed: "Little girl, I didn't expect you to have such a big appetite."
"Sister Xu, is this okay?" Su Mengxue stared at her eagerly.
Xu Rong usually makes conditions to others, and few people dare to talk to her about their demands. This little girl is really brave.
"Little girl, do you know who I am? How dare you make demands to me?" A hint of coldness flashed across Xu Rong's face.
Who is she? Such an arrogant tone, Su Mengxue raised an eyebrow. She is a big-name designer. The people who have made appointments with her to make clothes line up all the way to Paris. Is she proud?
But now she is no longer the same as before, and she has to bow her head under someone else's roof. She bit her lip and swallowed the words she hadn't said.
Of course, she could tell that the woman in front of her was either rich or noble, and she could also tell that she was the one who had the final say. But no matter what, everyone was equal in this era, and she didn't need to be afraid of her. Besides, she made money with her skills, and she was not after a business.
After thinking for a moment, she said with a serious face, "Sister Xu, if you think my skills are good, please help me promote it. If you think my skills are not good, I will definitely not stay in Jiangbei in the future. My future depends entirely on you, so you still have the initiative."
Xu Rong's eyes flickered. In the past, she would never agree, but today, for some reason, when she looked at the eloquent little girl in front of her, she suddenly remembered her youthful self.
In the past, she was also fearless like a newborn calf when facing powerful forces. It was with this unyielding spirit that she gradually made a name for herself in Jiangbei.
Finally, she nodded as if possessed by some mysterious force: "Little girl, as long as your clothes satisfy me, I promise that you will have customers in the future."
Su Mengxue was immediately delighted. She straightened her back and showed a determined look in her eyes: "Sister Xu, just prepare the materials and the machine. I guarantee you will be satisfied."
Seeing that she was so confident, Xu Rong decided to see what kind of clothes she could make tomorrow. She agreed and left.
Su Mengxue watched the woman leave with a slight curl of her lips. This woman must have a lot of wealthy wives around her. If she could wear her own clothes to the banquet, it would definitely help her attract a large number of high-quality customers.
It’s a pity that I have to wait until next week, and it’s too late to buy the jade pendant.
She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and soon she thought of a new way to make money from women. Her mood couldn't help but improve. She walked briskly, humming a song as she left the front hall and went to the backyard.
The first thing she did after returning to the house was to take off her damaged cheongsam. She had no other clothes at the moment, so she had to change back into the ill-fitting khaki sari.
She soon realized that she had already worn this cheongsam today, and even if it was repaired, the woman would feel aesthetically fatigued when she saw it again. She could only wear this brajji out tomorrow.
When the woman sees her wearing this ugly and tacky dress tomorrow, she will probably question her taste again. If she changes her mind and doesn't want to use her, then won't she be able to earn money to buy the jade pendant?
Thinking of this, she immediately got up and started looking for needle and thread in the house. Fortunately, she quickly found the needle, thread and scissors in the drawer. She decided to use the fabric she bought today to make a dress.
For her, although this work is a bit tiring, it is not difficult for her. When she was in college, her teachers often gave them a pile of fabrics and assignments and asked them to sew them purely by hand, and she never lost.
She got down to work right away. She quickly picked out the piece of goose yellow Dacron from the pile of fabrics she had bought. Based on the fabric and the current aesthetic of the 1980s, she decided to make a bohemian-style dress.
This is different from the cookie-cutter bragi on the market, but it is not too advanced in aesthetics that the woman cannot accept.
Two hours later, she hurriedly made the skirt. She didn't care about her stiff back, rubbed her sore lower back vigorously a few times, and directly shook out the finished goose yellow skirt and put it on.
She put on the high heels and walked to the mirror. She saw herself in the new dress. Her hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead, but there was a burning light in her eyes.
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