The paper is of high quality and has a subtle and elegant fragrance.
In modern times, this kind of paper is something only rich people can afford.
Not to mention the 1980s, when even ordinary paper was rare.
It seems that the person Wang Feng offended this time is not short of money and is a powerful person.
"Auntie Wang, what did you say to that person in the end?
She directly said she would come and smash the store tomorrow?"
Knowing what was going on, Shi Qi folded the paper, looked up at Wang Feng, and observed the expression on her face.
Wang Feng stopped crying now. I don't know whether she accepted the result in her heart or decided to throw the jar into the air.
"She gave me two choices: either I make the dress for her tomorrow, or I pay her 200 yuan and she'll buy it somewhere else."
"But it will be too late for me to redo it.
The most important thing is that I followed her design.
I don’t know why she said I was messing around.”
Shi Qi reopened the design draft, looked at the sample, and pondered:
"Is that dress still in the store?"
Wang Feng thought Shi Qi had a solution, and his eyes lit up:
"Yes, yes. She didn't take the clothes with her when she left. Now the clothes are all in the store."
"Well, please go back and get the clothes.
Then bring the unused cloth here so I can see what’s wrong and whether there’s any way to fix it.”
Wang Feng was overjoyed and stood up and ran out:
"Come on, come on, little sister Shi, wait here for me, I'll get it right away."
Wang Feng ran away, her steps were fast and urgent. After a minute or two, Shi Qi could no longer see her back on the street.
After sitting back at the sewing machine, Shi Qi unfolded the design draft and carefully looked at the details. He planned to wait for Wang Feng to bring the things over and look at the clothes before making any decision.
During this time, two or three more customers came in to buy clothes, one of whom was a familiar face.
After greeting them, Shi Qi introduced his new models to them, took them down for them to try on, and within half an hour, he closed another deal.
Shi Qi had just put another set of clothes on the model and had just finished tidying up when Wang Feng came running in with clothes and fabrics in his arms.
When Shi Qi opened the clothes and took a look, he really couldn't blame others for being angry. Wang Feng's clothes were made in a way that looked like the original but not the original. There was definitely something wrong with them.
However, this dress is more like a formal dress. In modern times, there are more precise instruments, and there are many things to pay attention to when using it.
In this city, there are very few people who need to wear formal attire. Wang Feng is not familiar with it, so it is understandable that he messed it up.
Spreading the dress out next to the sewing machine table, Tokisu marked the problematic areas.
After explaining to Wang Feng, he took a pair of scissors and cut the thread and started over.
Wang Feng stood aside, staring blankly at Shi Qi's movements, feeling dizzy.
I don't understand why she shortened the shoulder by two centimeters and added a wrinkle.
What I don't understand even more is why the waist, which is made according to the specified size, shrinks by half a centimeter.
And why did they suddenly add a few white silk flowers the size of a fingernail to embellish the hem of the skirt?
After making a few changes, Wang Feng was dumbfounded when she looked at the new look of the skirt.
"Shi, Shi Xiaomei, can you do this?"
In Wang Feng's eyes, Shi Qi's transformation was completely nonsense.
This is clearly not what the design draft requires. Can she do it?
It would be terrible if that woman saw the skirt tomorrow and still wasn't satisfied and wanted to smash her shop.
Shi Qi carefully cut off the excess thread, stood up, hung up the skirt, and carefully compared it with the design draft.
Five minutes later, Shi Qi handed the design draft to Wang Feng, and said firmly:
"Trust me, Aunt Wang, you can use this skirt to report tomorrow, and there will be no problem at all."
She was so confident that Wang Feng's doubts disappeared by a little.
Looking at the much prettier long skirt, Wang Feng stomped her feet and said, "Let it be. If it doesn't work, I'll call the police tomorrow!"
She just couldn't believe that the woman dared to ask for two hundred yuan in compensation in front of the police.
Holding the design draft, Wang Feng went to the back to find a bag to put the clothes in. Shi Qi raised her hand and wanted to take off the dress.
As soon as I touched the skirt, I heard a familiar female voice:
"Wait a minute, I want this skirt."
Shiqi turned around and saw the first female customer on the opening day.
Unlike the heavy makeup that day, the woman dressed very simply today, with simple eyebrow drawing, light pink lipstick, and a white silk dress, which was low-key yet luxurious.
"Sorry ma'am, this dress is a custom-made one for another customer and cannot be sold."
Giving her an apologetic smile, Shiqi took the clothes off and folded them.
Wang Feng found the bag and came out, just in time to hear the man want to buy her clothes.
Wang Feng hurriedly packed the clothes, said goodbye to Shi Qi and ran away, fearing that Shi Qi would really sell the skirt to her.
Shi Qi couldn't help laughing and didn't stop her. After she left, he looked at the woman who was still in the store.
Seeing the dress that was comparable to international fashion being taken away by an old woman, a trace of anger flashed in the woman's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
"Did you make that skirt just now?"
Turning to look at Shi Qi, the man raised his chin arrogantly.
Shi Qi has always been very patient with sponsors who can give him money.
This is still the case in modern times.
Even if a woman has a bad attitude, as long as he thinks about her money and that he can earn it, Shi Qi's urge to curse will fade.
“The skirt I just wore was made by someone else, I just changed a few details.
Ma'am, if you want a pair similar to the one I just gave you, I can design and customize it for you."
The woman looked her up and down and said contemptuously:
"Really? Can you have the same level of design skills as before?"
The clothes she wears cost at least a thousand dollars, if not eight hundred, and there are countless foreign brands.
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