In half a year, I saved thirty or forty photos.
"Chen Jiaoyun, why don't you be our model?" Yang Yajing pulled out those photo albums. "I want my mom to make children's clothes. It's low-cost and high-profit."
"Hey! You little money-grubber! Haven't you made enough money yet?" Chen Jiaoyun teased Yang Yajing with a smile.
“Making money is never enough. You’ve taken so much stuff from others, you should contribute something too, right?” Yang Yajing tapped Chen Jiaoyun’s forehead and said with a smile.
“I’m fine with being a model, but I want to design the brochures myself!” Chen Jiaoyun agreed.
"Please make yourself at home! This saves me a lot of trouble!" Yang Yajing said, turning out all the negatives and handing them to Chen Jiaoyun.
The old man of the Chen family is very familiar with the publishing house. They won't agree to print a small batch of brochures, but if Chen Baiyun asks, there won't be any problem.
In less than ten days, Chen Jiaoyun had her father drive over with 128 24-page brochures.
"Wow! You're so fast! You're amazing!" Yang Yajing gave a thumbs up.
"Can Auntie make me a dress?" Chen Jiaoyun posted again, "Sister, it's my birthday!"
Looking at the calendar, it's almost November. Horoscopes are starting to become popular these days, and this Scorpio girl is probably the kind you shouldn't mess with!
Zhou Pengfei drew a large poster, and on the small table under the poster was a stack of brochures, which anyone who came to the store to drink coffee or eat cake could take freely.
Yang Yajing also sent brochures to her previous clients who had ordered custom-made clothing. These people were newly married and would soon have children, so it was a good opportunity to promote Zhang Aijia's custom-made children's clothing.
While Sylvia Chang was busy with that, Yang Guohua took care of the shop's business. He was also a very good conversationalist and quickly distributed all the brochures.
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