Early the next morning, Jiang Manyue went to the real estate certificate office in the town.
With both parties present and the documents in hand, they directly changed the name of the house.
Director Sun was in a good mood since the housing issue had been resolved.
"It's a full moon. Then we have a deal. We will move there tomorrow."
"Okay!" Jiang Manyue nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, I promise I won't delay your son's marriage."
"Hey, okay, okay!" The big stone in the hearts of Director Sun and his wife finally fell to the ground.
"By the way, your letter has arrived!" she said as she took out a leather envelope from her bag.
Jiang Manyue took the envelope, which was mailed back from the marriage office.
She felt nervous and opened it immediately.
That’s right! It was the marriage application that was rejected that day.
In just two days, the marriage application was mailed back.
This would lock her in a marriage for life, and this time it was finally over.
Director Sun apologized: "Man Yue, it was my mistake that I was deceived by Ma Xiangyang before. Fortunately, the marriage application was rejected."
She could escape from the sea of suffering and completely break away from her family of vampires.
"Sister!" Wang Baozhu looked at the rejected application and said, "Great, now you have nothing to do with the Ma family."
Now that the house has been sold, she has to go and practice setting up a stall with her cousin.
She has made a lot of clothes in the past two days and is going to sell them today.
The two sisters came to the stall, and because they arrived a little late, there were not many people.
The handbag was opened, revealing dozens of pieces of clothing.
"Wow!" Wang Baozhu picked up a dress and said, "Sister, are you making new styles?"
The light blue Dacron dress and the exquisite belt are all handmade.
The sleeve design is very special, and puff sleeves are something I have never seen before.
Jiang Manyue has been busy studying and designing in the past two days, recalling the popular trends of this era.
This time, all the dresses were designed and made by her exclusively.
She smiled and raised her hand to call out, "Young ladies and wives, come and have a look, come and have a look!"
"The most popular Dacron dress in Beijing right now, with puff sleeves, a European queen style!"
"Not 99.9 yuan, only 13.9 yuan!"
"You won't be cheated or cheated, all of them are the latest models and the lowest prices!"
Hearing the shouting, all the young girls and passers-by were attracted.
"Hey? Sister, what are puff sleeves? What does the queen style look like?"
They had never heard of these new terms before.
Jiang Manyue specially picked out a pink dress for Wang Baozhu to wear and show it to all customers.
The dress with a slim waist design, especially the puffy bubble-shaped sleeves, is eye-catching.
Just like the foreign princesses in TV dramas, the style is noble, elegant and novel.
Several girls exclaimed: "Wow, this dress is so beautiful, like the princess in Roman Holiday."
"Yes, they are exactly the same. Isn't this so beautiful?"
"I haven't seen anything like this in the provincial capital. Did you make this yourself, sister?"
Jiang Manyue gave the explanation fluently, leaving everyone stunned.
"Yes, this is designed and made by me. You can't buy this style in the provincial capital."
"It is said that only British royal princesses can wear it. Look at Audrey Hepburn's dress. Isn't it beautiful?"
"I only made 20 today. If you want them, hurry up. If you're slow, you'll miss out!"
When buying something, the first thing to do is to capture the hearts of customers, especially female customers who are the main purchasing force.
Some people couldn't wait to take out their money: "I want it. I want the one this sister is wearing."
"Don't grab them, I want two pairs of European queen-style puff sleeves."
"I want two too. I want to bring one for my sister!"
"My size is no longer available. Is this color still available?"
“…”
Qin Zhenbei came out of the photo studio across the street and got the photos he took yesterday.
He looked at Jiang Manyue in the photo, his eyes becoming more and more serious.
"It's so similar!" He muttered to himself and turned to the public telephone booth to make a call.
"Hello, military number 5741, please transfer to the home of Army Commander Lin No. 2013."
"Hello, Captain Qin. I have verified your identity and will transfer you right away!"
The operator's voice came from the other end, and the phone rang a few more times.
"Hello!" It was the voice of a middle-aged woman on the other side: "Excuse me, who is this?"
"Master's wife, it's me!" Qin Zhenbei said in a low voice.
The other party finally recognized the voice and asked anxiously: "Oh, is it Zhenbei? How is Xiaoran?"
"Don't worry, Master's wife, Xiao Ran is fine!" Qin Zhenbei glanced at the photo in his hand.
He was lost in thought for a while before speaking: "I may have found some news about Sister Tingting."
"What?" The master's wife's voice trembled, and she could feel the other party's nervousness through the receiver.
"I met a female colleague who looked very similar to you, the one who saved Xiao Ran."
"Her father was a non-commissioned officer in the military region where Commander Lin served. His name was Jiang Guodong."
"Crash!" The telephone receiver seemed to have fallen to the ground.
But he quickly picked it up again: "Yes, that's right, it's him!"
"I looked for him for many years but couldn't find any news. I thought he was dead."
"I didn't expect he's still alive. What about my Tingting? Where is she?"
Hearing her tears of joy, Qin Zhenbei comforted her.
"Master's Wife, please don't worry. I still need to continue investigating this matter!"
"I will mail her photo to you now, and wait for Commander Lin to come back and confirm it again."
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