"In the long run, I will naturally be the designer of the store. In name, I will be an apprentice, and I will settle the bill for the clothes made from the designs I provided in the form of finished goods."
This is something Cheng Yunan just came up with.
"Okay? What do you want to do?" Master Zhuang asked.
"I will provide a new style every month, and Master Zhuang, every time you place an order, I will take the commission. What do you think?"
To be honest, this was something Cheng Yunan proposed only after careful consideration.
And the cost is also within a reasonable range.
Master Zhuang sneered, "Little girl, you are too clever! My store is short of orders, and the labor cost of each piece of clothing is between five and eight yuan. At the end of the month, I make a lot of money. Why should I give up so much profit just because you provide one style every month?"
Cheng Yunan nodded confidently, "Master Zhuang is right, what if I can keep the labor cost of a piece of clothing at eight yuan?
I believe that people who can afford clothes will definitely not be short of this one or two dollars. Besides, I believe that Master Zhuang can see that the styles I make are not only fashionable, but also very popular. I believe that the number of customers who order custom clothes will only increase in the future. Another thing is, does Master Zhuang want to recreate the glory of the store in the past?" Cheng Yunan said confidently and calmly, and his big words made people believe him.
"What do you mean?" Master Zhuang looked out the door in shock.
Some people also asked about his plaque, but he could only give a vague answer at the time.
Would you mind being discovered by this little girl?
"Plaque!" Cheng Yunan revealed his thoughts in one word.
"I think Zhuang Ji must have been a very famous shop back then, so it would have had a plaque like that. Although I don't know who wrote it, I can still feel the majestic handwriting, which is definitely from a famous calligrapher!
And you, Master Zhuang, have never forgotten the responsibility on your shoulders!"
Cheng Yunan's words hit Master Zhuang's face like a heavy hammer, and even his face turned pale.
Yes, their Zhuangji Tailor Shop was a time-honored brand in Kyoto. Unfortunately, the changes of the times forced them to shrink to a small town in the eastern province.
Their family has also grown from its former glory to what it is today.
He still remembered his father's last request before his death, asking him to forget the ancestors' last wishes.
In these ten years, he kept nothing except the half-burned plaque outside.
And I had long since worn out his fighting spirit.
Now, a little girl told him that he could recreate the glory of the past, and he just laughed.
"It's okay if Master Zhuang believes in me, so how about giving it a try? Two months. If I can get twice as many orders as usual with the clothes I designed, I'll pay for it. That's ok, right?"
Master Zhuang thought about it and it seemed like it would not harm him, so he nodded and agreed, "Okay, since you said so, I'll give you a chance.
Even though my store is big, it also has its own menu! "
"Huh?! Master Zhuang, you are not kidding me?" Why did Cheng Yunan feel like she was deceived?
"I'm kidding you!" Master Zhuang continued, "Our shop is a commune tailor shop. All the people working here are knitters. I'm the only one in the shop, and there are two apprentices. Today... one of them went to deliver a custom-made piece of clothing, and the other went to the textile factory in the back to get fabric."
Cheng Yunan: “…”
"Are you sure you can decide?" Cheng Yunan frowned.
"Well, don't think that my clothing store belongs to the commune. Half of the money I make is handed over to the commune, and I can keep the other half for myself. The salaries of our employees, the scraps from cuttings, and rewards are all paid from the remaining half. The welfare benefits are pretty good.
But you should be able to see that although I am good at making clothes, I am not good at clothing design, so...
I'm glad you came to the store!"
Cheng Yunan: "..." So she said so much, she is just walking into a trap!
"Let it go. I will report your conditions to the commune leaders this afternoon. As for the questions you made up..."
"I want to edit it!" Cheng Yunan said.
It's troublesome to have that thing. You have to work for someone else and be controlled by him. You have to do whatever he tells you to do. She is not such an obedient person.
What's more, if she is allowed to join the army someday and is tied down by this arrangement, she will be at a great loss.
"I want to edit it, but you can't treat me badly by paying me!"
Zhuang Xiangnan immediately smiled and said, "Just let it go, we can discuss the salary.
My boss is a tailor, so he makes 65 per month, and the two apprentices make 28..."
"The salary is too high! Although I'm an apprentice, I also work as a designer part-time!" Cheng Yunan protested.
Zhuang Xiangnan nodded to show his understanding. The designers in other clothing factories, both masters, had to be paid RMB 10,000, and junior masters had to be paid 50 or 60 yuan. In his opinion, the clothes designed by this little girl were not inferior to those designed by the master masters in the clothing factories.
"How much do you think?" Zhuang Xiangnan asked tentatively, "First of all, my temple is small, and I don't have much money even if I ask for a big one."
Cheng Yunan smiled and said, "Master Zhuang, please let me go. I don't want much. The salary is the same as everyone else's. I have no objection to the benefits. However... the profit I mentioned before must be given to the commune. The remaining money will belong to me! Do you have any objection?"
"Didn't we agree that only you would get the profit from designing the clothes? How come it became half of the profit? I have to explain this." Zhuang Xiangnan was not going to be fooled.
Cheng Yunan rubbed his back teeth and said, "Okay, wait until you have reached an agreement with the supply and marketing department leaders, and then we will write a contract and add this clause in."
"It's easy. Once I get Comrade Jiang's clothes ready, I'll go to the commune and get the result in an hour. You can come back then."
Cheng Yunan: Is it that fast? I always feel that Zhuang Xiangnan's smile is a bit mysterious.
"Okay, just do it as you see fit!"
After the two men finished their business, they happily returned to the front store.
Jiang Miaomiao and her daughter had been waiting impatiently. When they saw the two people coming out, Jiang Miaomiao immediately spoke, "How is it? Have you reached an agreement? Can Master Zhuang make it to order?"
"Yes, but this new design of clothes is complicated to make. If you want to make it custom, the labor fee will increase to ten yuan!" Zhuang Xiangnan raised the price with a change of color.
"Ten yuan? The most expensive clothes in the past were only eight yuan? This is too expensive! A little more is enough for me to buy a ready-made piece of clothing, and it's even woven by machines!" Jiang Miaomiao said.
Nowadays, people think that clothes woven by machines are more high-end and elegant than those sewn by hand.
"Oh Miss Jiang, you are right. A woman only gets married once in her life. Who wants to wear a unique wedding dress? This dress is tailor-made for you. No matter how good it is produced by a machine, it will be mass-produced in thousands of pieces. When you wear the same style, what's new? Do you want others to talk about your wedding dress and say it's unique?"
Zhuang Xiangnan: This girl knows how to manipulate people!
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