Zhou Fei waved his hand dismissively: "Buy them, pick out three sets for me."
The original young woman, Qingqing, also donned a suit called "Scholarly Guest" and began to recruit women.
Uncle Fu watched the busy young woman quietly, without saying a word.
Liu Rengui said calmly, "Alright, we don't know about the quality of the clothes, but with this show and this bargain, we really have to take advantage of it. Otherwise, we'll feel like we're losing money. We'll get a few outfits for the old ladies back home so they won't nag us."
"Four sets."
A familiar scene soon unfolded.
Even some of the young men were busy working non-stop.
Many people were initially hesitant, but seeing that everyone around them was buying at least two sets, and that these were all regular customers they knew, so there was no shill involved, they gritted their teeth and bought a set themselves.
Although fewer in number, the women's purchasing power was even more terrifying than that of the men, often buying five or six sets at a time.
Shui Sheng stood beside her and thoughtfully explained to Madam Liu, "Oh, Madam, look, we divide a month into six days, just like jade hairpins in our hair, one for each day, which makes us look more energetic and elegant."
I wonder if you, my dear, have ever felt this way: sometimes when we wear new clothes, we always feel that we are a little different from others, and we feel quite happy.
In reality, it's like arriving in a new place, seeing different beautiful scenery, and receiving a positive psychological boost.
The woman was plump, with noticeably bulging fat around her waist and abdomen.
The flowing ribbons of her clothes separated the flesh on her back into sections.
Shui Sheng calmly said, "Madam's figure is just right. Look, it fills out the clothes perfectly. That's exactly what she needs to do; otherwise, she's too thin and doesn't look good."
Hearing these words, Uncle Fu, who was standing some distance away, slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
This kid is quite talented.
They praised it even though it wasn't really suitable.
The woman beamed with joy, her eyes narrowing into slits as she smiled.
"Young master, you're joking."
He randomly placed it on his clothes, and a fleeting look of ambiguity crossed his eyes.
Shui Sheng said solemnly, "Madam, I never lie. Everyone is a unique individual."
Why should one suppress their true preferences to please a man's aesthetic? Why can't a voluptuous woman wear beautiful clothes?
So what if there are marks on my body? As long as I don't feel uncomfortable and I like the style.
It's the one that's right for you.
Who decided that something has to be judged as beautiful by others, and can't it be something you think is beautiful?
I'm not convinced.
Uncle Fu and Chen Xian exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Awesome."
The woman picked up the clothes and then laughed heartily, "Young man, if you can talk more, give me three sets."
"good."
The woman was in high spirits, and suddenly asked, "Where are the man's clothes?"
Shui Sheng pointed to the clothes he was wearing.
The woman asked doubtfully, "Is this the only style?"
Shui Sheng shook his head: "No, there is another style of the same, but it's only available in white."
Looking over, I noticed that the red silk cloth in the shop had been torn open at some point.
The shelves on both sides were piled high with women's clothing.
The names are dazzling: Penglai, Scholar, Silk Road, Moon Palace Melody...
Nine names, all extremely elegant.
It's obvious that they put a lot of effort into it.
In a corner, in a dark and easily overlooked spot, there is a line of text: Men's Clothing: White, Cyan.
Woman: "..."
It feels so real.
Men don't really choose ready-made clothes. They prefer clothes that aren't too ugly, have acceptable colors, decent quality, and are inexpensive, making them easy to accept.
The woman chuckled, "You really know what men and women like. No wonder your shop makes money."
“Pick up each color.”
Shui Sheng respectfully said, "Madam, please give me the tickets. I can get a refund."
The woman paused slightly, as if she understood something.
If we refund the ticket price, and the clothing cost two taels of silver, we'd get a refund of one hundred taels, which would be exactly what was advertised as one tael and nine mace.
Something's strange.
Just then.
Suddenly seeing a familiar figure, he couldn't help but scold, gritting his teeth, "Liu Rengui, you really are a lecher!"
The man stiffened, turned his head and gave an awkward smile, then suddenly turned to the man next to him and coldly scolded, "Zhou Fei, I said I don't go to places like this, using the pretense of buying clothes to watch girls dance. Do you think I'm that kind of person? You insist on dragging me there. Are you even human?"
I have a family.
I am absolutely loyal to my wife.
You insisted on forcing me to come here, saying that if I didn't come with you, the price of meat from your store would go up.
"Have some decency, Lao Zhou."
Zhou Fei almost cursed out loud: "You son of a bitch, you're spouting nonsense!"
You beast, you son of a bitch.
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