Chapter 2047: Old Horse in the Stable 1
Hearing their conversation, Feng Qingxue kept smiling with her lips pursed, but didn't say a word.
They really underestimated themselves, okay?
Paintings cannot be sold now. Even if you give them for free, few people would buy them. That is a result of the times. Many people have not yet come out of the shadow of the past. But if they go to teach in schools, the principal will laugh in his dreams.
The country attaches great importance to knowledge, and the first embarrassing problem it encountered after opening courses in major universities across the country was that there were relatively few teachers. In the past, many intellectuals had been lost, including many principals and teachers. So even if they are in their seventies or eighties, as long as they show some interest and are in good health, the school is happy to hire them back to teach students.
How old are Lawyer Qin Huai, Professor Xie, Professor Zhang, and Professor Ma? They are much younger than the old men and women in front of them, but they are still treated with courtesy on the university campus.
Seeing the old man and the old lady discussing life problems with sad faces, Fubao couldn't help but say, "Grandpa Wen, what are you worried about? I may be making money now, and I will take care of you in the future. You are so old, older than my grandfather, you should enjoy your old age instead of worrying about food and clothing."
Speaking of her ability to make money, Wang Cuilan, who had been silent all this time, finally perked up and asked, "Fubao, is your and Xue Niang's business really that profitable? Are there people willing to pay you tens or hundreds of dollars to make clothes for them?"
She cut some cloth and made a summer dress for just a few dollars.
Therefore, she always couldn't believe that someone would spend so much money to make clothes and even have to pay for the materials themselves.
Fu Bao smiled and said, "Third Auntie, that's because you don't understand the sense of superiority that some people have when they think they are superior to others. I also learned through experience that there is really no shortage of rich people in this city. Now that the situation is more relaxed than before, they naturally come to the fore and live a very comfortable life. The clothes at Aunt Xue's place, the cheapest dress and shirt are 20 yuan each, and the expensive ones are winter clothes, which cost at least 100 yuan. Even if they are so expensive, I can't count the number of them that I have found secretly, and I prefer those unique styles."
Wang Cuilan smacked her lips. "Only one piece of each style? How much brainpower do you have to put into designing clothes? Your Aunt He and your Grandma Xu taught you to cut, sew, and embroider so that you could make clothes for yourself and your family, not to design for others!"
Fu Bao said hurriedly, "Twenty yuan for a design? There is no such a cheap deal. I know my own designs. The business is mainly under the banner of tailor-made. The quantity is limited. It is not a style that is everywhere on the street. Cheap clothes are made in larger quantities. The more expensive ones are made in smaller quantities. If you want something unique, you naturally have to pay more. Aunt Xue offered two or three hundred yuan and there are people willing to make that unique one. Otherwise, how can I earn eight thousand yuan in half a year?"
Wen Ruyu, Jin Ruochu and Ouyang Lan were all experienced people, so they were not surprised. However, Cheng Baoguo was dumbfounded. "My goodness, making a piece of clothing is so expensive? Many workers only get 30 or 40 yuan a month."
"Otherwise, how can it be called high-end custom-made?" Feng Qingxue said, "Uncle San, just wait and see. With Sister Xue Niang's enthusiasm for developing the clothing business and Fu Bao's talent for designing clothes, in 20 or 30 years, even if someone spends tens of thousands of dollars, they may not be able to get such a unique high-end custom-made dress!"
(End of this chapter)