Tang Yiyi took her seriously and went downstairs directly after class.
Since she had no classes in the afternoon, she planned to go to the nearby black market to see what was going on and see if she could sell her lotion and chicken feet.
Xu Yan had classes in the afternoon, so she rode her bike away by herself.
She didn't know where the black market was, but she knew the general direction, and after turning left and right, she finally found it.
The black market in the capital is similar to the black market in Ancheng. There are stalls all the way around, selling vegetables, eggs, sesame cakes, and even people shouting to sell meat, but these are all sold secretly.
Tang Yiyi walked all the way to the end and turned right. There was a short alley where some shops sold antiques, medicinal herbs, cloth, and so on. There were too many of them. Tang Yiyi took a rough look and didn't look carefully.
This is the full picture of the black market.
There are a lot of things to buy, but no cooked food is sold there.
From this perspective, braised food and boneless chicken feet are rare things.
Back to old business.
She walked around and planned to come back another day in disguise, so she decided to go back. She pushed the cart back and walked to the cloth seller and asked how much the cloth cost.
"Cotton cloth: 40 cents a foot, 1.2 yuan a meter, Dacron cloth is 1.5 yuan a foot, how much do you want, beautiful lady?"
The boss lady is very talkative and she calls me beautiful as soon as I come up to her. No wonder she is good at business.
"Boss, do you make clothes at home?"
The proprietress was stunned when she heard this: "I don't make clothes, I just sell cloth. It's not easy to make a business, how can I make clothes?"
Tang Yiyi looked at the small stall and saw that there were few people in the black market, so naturally there were fewer buyers. But why not change her thinking and sell the cloth?
"I want to buy some cotton cloth. I make clothes. Your cloth is not selling well, so I can make clothes out of it. Nowadays, people are too busy to make clothes, so I prefer to buy ready-made clothes. And as long as they look good, I don't worry if no one will buy them."
As he was choosing cotton cloth, there were many colors and patterns of cotton cloth. Tang Yiyi picked out two colors and bought three meters of it.
The lady boss packed her clothes and said, "Sister, you don't know, these clothes are even harder to sell. The supply and marketing cooperative has all kinds of clothes. I can't design them, so how can they be better looking than those sold at the supply and marketing cooperative?
Look at those skirts, they are all very beautiful. They are made by professional designers. We can’t make them.”
Tang Yiyi counted the money and gave it to the boss lady. He smiled and said, "If you want to make clothes to sell, I can give you the design draft. I studied design, and the clothes I am wearing are made by myself. What do you think?"
After saying that, he turned around and let the proprietress take a good look at him.
The proprietress's eyes lit up when she saw it. She was indeed attracted by the clothes on Tang Yiyi, which she had never seen in the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Hey, this dress is really beautiful. How did you make it? The fabric is also great. What kind of fabric is it?"
This cloth was taken from the space. It was the cloth for a woolen coat. Tang Yiyi didn't explain it, and just made up an excuse: "I don't know either. It was given to me by a relative. I thought it was good, so I made it into clothes."
"Good, good, that's great." The proprietress couldn't bear to look away.
Tang Yiyi struck while the iron was hot: "How about it? Do you consider making clothes? If so, we can cooperate."
"Let me think about it." The proprietress was a little hesitant. She really wanted to do it, but she was not sure whether she could sell it.
If you can’t sell it, you’ll lose money.
Tang Yiyi seemed to see her concerns and said, "If you're worried about not being able to sell them, I can make two for you and you can hang them here to try them out. If they don't sell, I'll buy them and make them according to my size. What do you think?"
She wants to seize the business opportunity of making clothes, which are easier to sell here than in Ancheng.
The boss lady thought about it and agreed to do it. Tang Yiyi took the fabric and went back, saying that the design fee and processing fee would be discussed after the clothes were sold.
The proprietress agreed.
After returning home, Tang Yiyi had a quick meal and started designing clothes. The weather was a bit cold now, but it would get warm soon. She took cotton cloth and planned to make a skirt and a coat.
She did it right away. She drew the design, cut it out, and made it before Xu Yan got home from school.
I spared it and sent it to the boss lady.
When the boss lady saw the finished product, she praised it repeatedly: "Sister, your craftsmanship is amazing. You did a great job. It looks great. This coat looks great too."
Tang Yiyi smiled and said nothing. She anxiously took over Xu Yan and said, "Please hang it up. I'll come back in two days. If it doesn't sell, I'll take it back.
I have something to do and I’ll leave first.”
After leaving the black market, I went directly to Kyoto University. I hurried to the school gate and saw Xu Yan standing at the door.
Seeing her, he walked over with a smile.
"What have you been doing? I'm here to ride."
Tang Yiyi got out of the car and handed the car to Xu Yan. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm going to the black market. We'll talk about the rest when we get home. Let's go buy some food and pick up Lele and Kang Kang."
"Well, sit down."
I bought some vegetables and went to the old man’s house to cook. After dinner, I picked up the children and went home. When I got home, I played with them for a while and then put them to sleep.
Two adults were lying on the bed.
"What's Xu Tao doing lately? Let's talk to him tomorrow. If you don't have classes, why don't you go sell chicken feet with him? I went to the black market today and there's no one selling braised food. If we have time, we can go sell some and make some money."
"He needs money here too. Ask him if he's willing."
Of course he is willing, but he still needs to ask. After all, he needs to spend time with Wei Zhiyi when he has time. The last time he met Wei Zhiyi's parents, Xu Yan told him that they were very satisfied with him.
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