Chapter 231 People Are Different
"Can I go over there and take a look?" The middle-aged man pointed to the next door.
"Of course, I have already greeted them in advance." Jian Qingyi nodded with a smile.
The tea shop was already part of Jian Qingyi's plan.
Even if Zhou Chenfeng didn't mention the clothes, she would have told He Qian about it.
But the price...
That depends on personal opinion!
"Okay, then you go ahead and do your work. I'll go over and take a look first, and also plan the materials needed for the decoration." The middle-aged man nodded slightly.
After watching the man go next door, Jian Qingyi was just about to go to the tea room to make herself a cup of chrysanthemum tea.
After all this trouble, my mouth is dry and my tongue is parched.
But before she turned around, Aunt Wang came in carrying a thermos bucket.
"Auntie Wang, you are more punctual than the alarm clock in our store." Zhang Xiaomei joked with a smile as she saw the guests out.
"What do you mean by punctual? It's already late today." Aunt Wang said as she glanced at the watch on her wrist.
12:15
"Yiyi, are you hungry? I don't know what happened to the bus today. It took half a day to come." Aunt Wang complained with a smile while unscrewing the lid of the thermos.
The aroma of beef brisket stewed with tomatoes wafted out instantly.
"Auntie Wang, it's hot, so don't send me lunch at noon. I'll just eat something casually." Jian Qingyi picked up the folding fan beside her and fanned Auntie Wang.
In this weather, it's like a steamer outside.
I sweat when I move.
"How can you eat anything you want? There's still so much time in the afternoon. If you don't eat well, how can your small body bear it?" After setting the table, Aunt Wang snatched the fan from Jian Qingyi's hand and stuffed the spoon into her hand.
"Drink some soup first."
While speaking, he was already gently fanning Jian Qingyi.
Seeing this, Zheng Gang felt embarrassed to continue sitting there, so he made an excuse to walk around and went aside with his teacup.
During lunch time, the number of customers gradually decreased.
After sorting out the goods, the female sales clerks who had nothing to do went to the rest area to rest.
Only Zheng Lang was still standing in front of the container, silently memorizing the fabrics, ingredients and prices of various clothes.
Except for Zheng Gang who was not used to it, no one else had any reaction to the fact that Jian Qingyi was eating alone.
after all……
During the second half of her senior year, Jian Qingyi's lunch was fully prepared by her nanny, Mama Li.
When I arrived in Beijing, I just changed from Li Ma to Wang Ma.
After watching Jian Qingyi finish the food and fruit in the compartment, Aunt Wang packed up and left.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to lay out a bait, "Yiyi, tonight, you and Jingjing should come back early, and Aunt Wang will make you your favorite candied sweet potato."
"Okay!" Jian Qingyi agreed with a smile.
Even if Aunt Wang didn't say it, she and Lu Yujing would still go back.
The old man and the old lady have worked hard all their lives, and now that they are old, don’t they just want to enjoy the happiness of family life?!
There was no reason for her not to fulfill this small wish.
"Boss Jian, are you going to open a tea shop next door?" Zhang Xiaomei gently touched Jian Qingyi's arm with the edge of a bamboo fan.
Several female sales clerks nearby all looked at Jian Qingyi, as if waiting for her answer.
"Yeah!" Jian Qingyi nodded.
Zhang Xiaomei gave her a thumbs up.
Several female sales clerks nearby also gave thumbs up enviously.
The clothing store is doing well, and now he wants to open a tea shop.
This courage...
Most people don’t really have that.
Just as I was sighing, Sun Xiaocao came in with a bowl of potatoes and braised pork ribs.
Seeing this, several female sales clerks stood up to help serve the food.
Everything is in order.
The food was served and everyone sat down.
A middle-aged woman dressed in a fashionable style came in.
"Aunt Zhou, what brings you here? Come in and sit down." As Jian Qingyi stepped forward to greet the guest, she turned around and told Sun Xiaocao to make tea.
Sun Xiaocao had just stood up and hadn't taken two steps.
"Stop soaking, I'm just here to pick out some clothes. I have to catch a plane later!" The middle-aged woman waved her hand to stop him.
Hearing this, the saleswomen put down their chopsticks and stood up.
"Yi Yi, go and have your meal. Let them take care of things." The middle-aged woman glanced at the female sales clerks.
"I've already eaten, Aunt Zhou. Have you eaten? Do you want me to accompany you to Yunlai to have something to eat?" Jian Qingyi said with a smile.
"No need, I've already eaten at home." The middle-aged woman smiled and took Jian Qingyi's hand, her tone intimate.
"Since you've eaten, then help me choose some clothes. I trust your taste."
While he was talking, he had already dragged Jian Qingyi to the boutique area.
"With Aunt Zhou's figure and looks, do you still need to choose? Which piece of clothing on you doesn't look like a high-end custom-made one?!" Jian Qingyi said with just one word: [flattering].
In the service industry, what is sold is emotional value.
"Auntie Zhou, how do you take care of yourself every day? Look at your face, it's so tender that you can squeeze water out of it. If you didn't tell me, people wouldn't know you're over 30."
"What do you mean over 30? I'm already 46, and in a few years I'll be 50." The middle-aged woman couldn't stop laughing.
Which woman doesn’t like to be praised for being young and beautiful?
The wealthy owner was delighted and packed up more than a dozen sets of clothes with a wave of his hand.
Looking at the stack of big unity bills in Zhang Xiaomei's hand, Zheng Gang's eyes widened.
One customer bought clothes worth more than 2,000 yuan.
He knew it was easy to make money in big cities, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.
This shouldn't even be called making money, it's called...
Pick up money.
There weren't many customers during lunch time.
Jian Qingyi can handle it alone.
After the saleswomen finished their meal, Jian Qingyi went upstairs for a nap.
I had just fallen asleep when there was a knock on the door.
Jian Qingyi got up dazedly and opened the door.
"What's up?"
"There's a woman downstairs looking for you..." Zhang Xiaomei hesitated to speak.
Jian Qingyi woke up all of a sudden.
"Young or old? Has she been here before?" She spoke very quickly and with a serious expression.
"She was young, dressed in a coquettish way, with big curly hair, lipstick and rouge on. She said she was looking for you as soon as she came in, and was followed by a burly man." Zhang Xiaomei said hurriedly.
Jian Qingyi thought about it and confirmed that she didn't know this person.
"Did she tell me what she wanted to see me about?" Jian Qingyi changed into a pair of flat leather shoes and went downstairs.
"No, I said I was looking for the boss as soon as I entered the door." Zhang Xiaomei followed closely behind.
When they reached the corner of the stairs, she suddenly grabbed Jian Qingyi and whispered, "Jian Qingyi, do you think we should call the political commissar? Those two look like they're not to be trifled with."
"No need!" Jian Qingyi pushed her hand away.
As long as they are not at the level of Lu Yujing, Zhou Chenfeng, and He Qian, she should be able to handle it.
When they reached the first floor, Jian Qingyi felt that Zhang Xiaomei's description of the weirdness was too conservative.
This isn't some weird or strange thing, this is clearly...
The wild monsters in the mountains have appeared in the world.
Lion head, big red lips, especially the white one in front...
Is this how you can dress these days?!
"Sister..." Seeing Jian Qingyi coming out, "Lion Head" stood up suddenly and walked over to hold Jian Qingyi's hand.
Jian Qingyi took a step back and avoided her "claws".
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