No! Enclose land! Go to the Fifth Ring Road and enclose a piece!
Bi Yue shook her head and complained in her heart that foreigners were short-sighted and had to like leather jackets, and sighed: Every country has a period of worshipping foreign things and fawning on foreigners. As for "trend", it all depends on how it is operated!
But the one thing that remains unchanged is that it’s just like when we visited other people’s homes as children, the food cooked by other people’s families tastes just like… She sniffed her big nose, hehe, it smells good!
At the time, Russians admired American style the most. What did Americans wear? Leather jackets in the middle of winter. In two years, Americans will chew gum, and only then will our bubble gum have a market.
Bi Yue kept complaining, but she didn't forget to quicken her pace as she searched. When she pushed open another shabby red iron door, her eyes lit up, her voice was filled with excitement, and she pulled off her hat again, revealing her bare head and short hair that was limp under the weight...
"Uncle, what are you doing?" He took off his gloves, stepped forward, and carefully bent over to touch the leather: "Are you making a leather jacket?"
"Um."
Bi Yue opened her mouth slightly, her eyes wide open in shock.
In front of the old man was a two-meter-long wooden board, resembling an ironing board, with several pieces of leather spread out on it. At his feet was a large iron basin, and the strong smell of black ink filled his nostrils. The old man, wearing a pair of oversized black-framed glasses, held a large brush in his hand, dipping it in ink and brushing his leather jacket...
Bi Yue blinked her big eyes rapidly. Oh my God! Is this okay?
If it rains and the snow melts...
Bi Yue cleared her throat and asked, "Sir, are you selling them? How much is one?" (To be continued.)
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