Finally, Xiao Hui said, "Xiao Lan, the shop owner is right, these jeans really don't suit you."
Her legs were thick and short.
Xiao Hui was her closest friend, so she dared to speak up.
"Girl, what that shopkeeper said earlier is right, you don't look as good as your sister."
"So you'd better not wear it. This shop owner is an honest person; he didn't rip you off."
"This boss is a good person, not a heartless one."
Everyone chimed in, one after another.
Xiaolan was very upset when she heard this, as she was already self-conscious about her thick thighs.
Yu Chengyuan noticed that the little girl was about to cry, so he immediately said, "Little Lan, don't be sad. These jeans don't suit you, but these high-waisted flared pants do."
If you trust me, you can give it a try.
I guarantee that when you wear this, you'll not only look five pounds thinner, but your legs will also appear longer, and you'll instantly be five centimeters taller.
"Really?
Are these high-waisted flared pants really that amazing?
Are you just bragging to me?
"Want me to buy your pants?"
Miss Xiaolan was skeptical.
"I didn't lie to you. Whether I told a lie or not, why don't you try it and you'll know?"
Anyway, it's just clothes, I'm not charging you.
You can pair it with a pink batwing top; I believe you'll see a different side of yourself today.
Also, don't wear your hair down; put it in a bun or a high ponytail.
Yu Chengyuan gave a very good suggestion.
"Okay, I'll try it on. If it really looks that good, I'll buy your clothes."
The girl, carrying two pieces of clothing, still asked Xiaohui to accompany her inside to change.
Those who went in to change clothes earlier were very satisfied, so they bargained with Yu Chengyuan, who generously gave each of them a one-yuan discount.
One dollar was a lot of money in those days.
A few minutes later, Xiao Lan, who had her hair in a bun, came out, followed by the Xiao Hui sisters.
She looked tall and thin, with a kind of adorably silly vibe.
Her legs immediately became long and straight.
Everyone was exclaiming in amazement...
"Is this still the same girl from before?"
"He's a completely different person now."
"She's both elegant and slim."
“I really like this girl, I want to take her home and make her my daughter-in-law.”
"He looks very fortunate, with a face that suggests peace and prosperity for the country."
"She looked ordinary just now, but now she looks like a rich girl."
"Like a lady from a distinguished family."
Yu Chengyuan looked her up and down, nodded, and asked with a smile, "Miss Xiaolan, are you satisfied?"
I didn't lie to you, did I?
Xiao Lan was overjoyed to hear everyone's praise.
"Yes, thank you, boss."
I apologize for my harsh tone earlier.
I'll take both of these outfits. How much are they?
Xiao Lan was very happy; it was the first time she had become the center of attention.
"The shirt is 30 yuan, and the pants are also 30 yuan, totaling 60 yuan."
Miss Xiaolan, I think that red dress suits your temperament very well.
Do you want one?
This dress features a well-designed waistline that accentuates its strengths and minimizes its weaknesses.
Your skin is as white as snow, you'll definitely look good in this.
Also, if you change your sneakers and wear heels with heels that are about five centimeters high, it will better show your elegant temperament.
The dress costs 25 yuan.
Yu Chengyuan genuinely thought she was a good fit, which is why he recommended her.
"Okay, I'll take them all, and I want two sets, in different colors."
I'll buy high heels when I get back.
"You want two sets? Two sets are 120, plus the skirt is 25, that's 145 in total. Since you bought so many, just give me 140."
Xiaolan nodded and readily paid the money.
What Yu Chengyuan didn't know was that this girl was the county magistrate's niece.
"Take care, come again next time."
Yu Chengyuan accepted the money.
The group of strangers I had just been looking at, seven or eight of them, surrounded me. "Boss, I want a pair of high-waisted bell-bottoms."
"I want two."
"I want one too..."
Yu Chengyuan was extremely busy. They hardly needed to try it out because they had already seen the results.
An hour later, all the dresses and batwing tops were sold out.
There were only 20 T-shirts and five or six pairs of high-waisted flared pants left.
I glanced at my wrist; it was almost five o'clock. Forget it, I'll stop selling now and pack up to go home.
I'll sell them at the school gate tomorrow; there aren't many left anyway.
Middle school students definitely like T-shirts.
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