Some women in the city, especially those from relatively well-off families, suddenly sensed something was amiss.
"Where did the old Jiang's tailor shop, which used to be located in Lane 5, North Shule Road, go?"
Similar scenes have played out elsewhere as well.
"Yes, Old Zhang's tailor shop's craftsmanship is unmatched in the whole city."
In the past, as long as I told him which store's ready-made clothes I liked, and asked him to come and touch the sample clothes, I would definitely be able to wear the exact same ready-made clothes within ten days.
Often, for just a few hundred coins' worth of labor, one could wear the same ready-made clothes that cost two or three taels of silver in the shop.
The Liu family owned a butcher shop, and their business was booming. Naturally, everything they ate, wore, and used was of the highest quality.
She often gets her clothes made at Lao Jiang's tailor shop.
Although it's not like you're short a few hundred coins to buy a ready-made garment, who would complain about saving money?
Since they couldn't find Old Jiang's shop, they had no choice but to go and check out the affordable fabric store that had recently become very popular in the city.
As soon as I entered the store, I was suddenly stunned. Wasn't that Lao Jiang?
This person was dressed in expensive silk clothes, his hair was meticulously styled, his posture was straight, and he was all smiles. He wore a cloth tag on his left breast.
Gone was the coarse cloth clothes that had been washed until they were faded and worn, the curly hair, the hunched back, and the disheveled appearance.
It's like he's become a completely different person.
As soon as Liu entered, a shop assistant's eyes lit up and he quickly went over.
"Hello Madam, our shop has clothes designed by our chief designer, only nine taels and nine mace."
Designed personally by the chief designer, weighing 7.9 taels;
Top-tier designer, 5.9 taels;
Senior designer, 3.9 taels;
In addition, there are intermediate designers, junior designers…
Liu looked completely bewildered.
What the hell? I just want to buy a set of clothes, why do I need a director, chief designer, or some random designer?
Isn't that annoying?
For some inexplicable reason, he pointed at Lao Jiang and said, "It's him."
The waiter smiled and said, "That's our store's Director Jiang. His fees aren't cheap, are you sure?"
Director Jiang glanced at her with a smile and said calmly, "Madam, is there anything you need?"
Liu opened her mouth slightly, puzzled, and said, "Jiang Gou Dan, don't you recognize me? It's me, the one who often gets clothes made at your house."
Upon hearing this, the designer, Director Jiang, slightly lost his composure, his face inexplicably turning red. He lowered his voice and said, "Liu Cuihua, give me some face. I'm just an employee."
Liu said irritably, "Isn't this just treating people like monkeys? I never expected that you, Dog Egg, you honest, dry old man, would change your skin and become a director, demanding eight taels of silver."
"It's fucking black."
The old man pulled the person aside and said helplessly, "At first, I refused to come and work."
Nothing beats owning your own shop, where you can close whenever you want.
"It's because they offered too much money."
Liu Cuihua grinned and shook her head, saying, "Great, we won't be able to afford the clothes Lao Jiang makes anymore. Seven taels and nine mace, that's damn expensive."
The old man shook his head and smiled slightly.
"Madam Liu, you're joking. Your family owns several butcher shops, how could you not afford a piece of clothing? You're just frugal. You know how to manage a household."
Liu Cuihua smiled, pursing her lips.
I plan to go to the buy-one-get-one-free section to find some clothes that are a little cheaper.
Then suddenly a waiter said with a smile, "Master Jiang, what are you chatting with? Hurry up and attend to the other guests. Use your time wisely."
They probably considered Liu Cuihua a familiar friend and had no desire to buy from her, especially after learning about Lao Jiangtou's past.
Liu Cuihua was furious when she heard this.
"You little brat, who do you think you are? When I was getting my clothes made at Old Jiang's tailor shop, you were still a worm in your father's crotch."
"What do you mean by 'right time'? Explain to me what 'right time' means!"
Chen Xian, as the second-in-command of the cloth shop, quickly arrived at the scene of the commotion.
The young man's name was Su Maocai.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he is currently an apprentice tailor under Old Man Jiang.
I learned what happened.
Chen Xian's face was cold as he stared at Su Maocai: "Su Maocai, apologize! I want you to apologize to this lady!"
The young man was taken aback.
He said somewhat reluctantly, "I'm sorry, Madam..."
Then Chen Xian invited Su Maocai, Liu Cuihua, and Old Man Jiang to a room in the cloth shop.
Liu Cuihua didn't know many characters, but she inadvertently noticed a sign hanging at the door.
Zhou? Corner? Room.
Chen Xian looked at the young man with icy eyes and indifference.
"Customers are our bread and butter. The business of our shop, and by extension your wages, all come from our customers..."
"Everyone who comes is a guest. It's a new store opening, so if you have money, please support us financially; if you don't have money, please support us by showing your presence!"
"You look down on people like this, who taught you such manners!"
Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?
"Take it or leave it! There are plenty of young people out there who are eager to support their families!"
"All men are created equal. I despise those from humble backgrounds and dislike those who fawn over the wealthy!"
"How do you know that they can't afford clothes? Being low-key, frugal, and good at managing money—when did that become an antonym!"
Chen Xian's words were sharp and cutting, each sentence like a knife.
Su Maocai listened to those words, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
Especially that line—"If you're willing to do it, do it; if you're not, forget it. There are plenty of people outside who would be eager to do it."
Uncle Fu was taking inventory of the warehouse in the backyard when he heard the commotion and rushed over.
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