The madam was discerning; if she used this thing in her brothel, paired with matching briefs, business would be a hundred times better than before.
The madam's gaze towards Yun Ling instantly turned friendly, completely forgetting her earlier intention to throw her out of the building.
"Young lady, how many copper coins does each bra cost? Send me all of them."
"Mom, I'm just making a sample, I don't have any stock."
The madam's words of urging stuck in her throat. When the madam of Ya Yuan used black briefs to attract most of the customers, she felt a bit resentful towards Yun Ling. She had clearly reminded this person to bring out some dyed briefs early on, but she didn't listen and the madam of Ya Yuan beat her to it. How could she not hate her?
So when she learned that Yunling had come to the building, she deliberately left her hanging. Even when she had a free moment, she didn't come out, thinking she would teach this person a lesson.
Little did she know that this person was bringing her something new to help her salvage the situation.
If she knew this, she would definitely treat the person like a Bodhisattva, and wouldn't let the person see her in the slightest.
The madam turned to look at the servant following behind, and immediately noticed the teacup he was holding. Seeing that there wasn't a wisp of steam rising from the tea, she angrily said:
"When I told you to get hot tea, did you listen with your teeth or your ears?"
"If you can't even handle such a small matter, how can the brothel afford to accommodate such a revered figure as you?"
"Hurry up and order a cup of hot tea, and also prepare two plates of peach blossom cakes."
Yunling doesn't speak until the hot tea and pastries arrive; otherwise, she would surely die of thirst and hunger.
The servant breathed a sigh of relief, then let it out. The weather was fine today, so why was he suddenly burdened with this mess? He had so much bitterness to vent, and he didn't know where to vent it. He was truly wronged.
Yunling was invited into a private room, where she was served a cool mat with ice, which was very comfortable. Hot tea and peach blossom cake were quickly served. After taking a sip of hot tea and a bite of peach blossom cake, Yunling felt all the stuffiness from the day dissipate and felt much more relaxed.
Seeing Yunling's appearance, the madam smiled and said:
"Hey, you'd better get the embroiderers to finish their work when you get back today. I'm going to show that old woman from Ya Yuan who's the real king of Pingcheng."
Yunling wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth and said softly, "No rush."
"How can it not be urgent??? Making money is not something to be taken lightly. Ya Yuan is now riding high on our Fengyue Tower, acting like a bully. They're practically smug and showing off everywhere. I can't stand this."
Yunling didn't listen to the madam's words. The image of Chun Niao putting on the bra flashed through her mind. She thought that if there were more girls like Chun Niao who dared to wear bras on the runway and let other young ladies see the effect of wearing them, that would be more effective than talking until they were hoarse.
Furthermore, this person is flexible; she can work in Pingcheng, Yuncheng, Qingcheng, or even Jiangnan and Bianjing. Her customer base can expand further and further, even making the entire court aware of "Zhao Ye Qing".
"What kind of daydream are you having? You don't reply to anything, you don't eat any pastries, and all you do is think about money falling from the sky."
Yunling was pulled back to her senses by the madam's words and said with a smile:
"Hey Mom, if I asked you to lend me a few people to walk the runway and help promote our bras, would you be willing?"
"Me? I'd have to be crazy to agree. If you borrow her to promote your bra, everyone will be buying your bras from you. Wouldn't that just create competition for me?"
"Mom is right."
Although the madam refused Yunling's request, Yunling still did not give up the idea of opening up the market. As for people, she could think of other ways.
The madam felt uneasy about Yunling's calm demeanor, realizing that her earlier treatment of her had likely hurt Yunling's feelings. Therefore, she softened her tone.
"Would you like some chicken soup? It was just made this morning, and the black-boned chicken legs are so tender. How about a bowl?"
"Thank you very much, Mom."
Why didn't you say so earlier? If there's chicken soup, who would want to drink tea?
The madam quickly gave a few instructions to the servant, then leaned close to Yunling and said:
"Tell me, with our relationship, when can you deliver the goods to my place? I'm telling you right now, I'll take as much as you have, and you can name your price."
"I know my mother is generous, but it's not that I don't want to make these things, it's just that..."
"And what is it???"
The madam was so anxious she was practically jumping up and down. This brat, now that she had the chips in her hand, was naturally taking her time and wasn't in a hurry at all. But she was anxious; she couldn't wait to see the brothel packed with guests.
"Mom, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. To make this bra, we need wool."
"Wool?" the madam exclaimed, then realized her voice was too loud and quickly lowered it, whispering, "Only wool, nothing else will do?"
"Perhaps other options are feasible, but for now, I will only use wool."
"That's a bit tricky. Sheep aren't like chickens, ducks, or geese, which every household has..."
Yunling smiled and said:
"So it's not that I don't want to talk to Mom. I got these two bras from the Song family. I don't have any more."
The chicken soup was served on the table by the servant at the right time. Yunling took a sip while it was still hot. The chicken soup was very rich, with the sweetness of red dates and longan pulp, and a hint of the unique sweetness of black-boned chicken.
At this moment, Yunling didn't care what the madam was thinking; she just stared blankly at the black-boned chicken leg in the bowl.
In the apocalypse, there were no normal black-boned chicken legs to eat. After being born, Yunling had seen mostly chicken legs made of flour, and flour chicken legs were considered a rare treat. Yunling had never eaten one.
She wasn't considered a smart girl in the post-apocalyptic world. When she was in school, her instructors rarely paid attention to her, let alone provided her with good food.
Their canteen serves a bowl of chicken legs every day, but the instructors only ask a few satisfied students if they want to eat them. She can only watch longingly.
She would only be asked if she wanted a chicken leg when they were tired of eating and didn't want to eat anymore.
Yunling remembers that she was really craving chicken legs and wanted to try them, but for some reason, the first thing she said was, "I don't like chicken legs."
To demonstrate that she genuinely disliked chicken legs, she went to great lengths to avoid thinking about or looking at them...
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