The store sells women's clothing, mostly professional suits, not many styles, and there are only one or two sets of each. Fu Jingya is interested in a black suit. She likes this novel style very much, but the size is very different from herself. She shook her head and asked disappointedly: "Is this kind of clothing that does not have a small size? Why are it all out of the code? Isn't you seeing the brand?"

"These are not sold, they are just design samples. If the lady is interested in this style, I will tailor it for you. All the clothes in the store are designed and made by myself, so there is no trademark. ╔ y ╗" the woman chuckled and introduced, with simplicity and confidence.

"Oh, it's really good. I really want to customize a set, but can the materials be more refined and high-end? The time should be faster. I will wear them in a few days." Fu Jingya couldn't help but look at her again and said admiringly.

"Thank you, this is just a basic style. With different fabrics, I will make necessary changes and supplements according to the different body shapes of customers. Basically, each set of clothes has its own uniqueness. Let me show you the following types of fabrics..." The woman is becoming more and more confident when introducing them, showing unique insights and talents in the areas she is most familiar with.

Fu Jingya's interest was ignited. Listening to her introduction, she kept making her own opinions, and women had the most reasonable explanations. After some discussion, Fu Jingya decided to customize a set of clothes here and asked: "How much does it cost to customize such a set of clothes?" In her opinion, if it does not exceed 10,000 yuan, she would still be able to accept it.

"I'll do it." The woman smiled and picked up the calculator to calculate it. After a minute, she said: "The suit and the base shirt have a ten-foot fabric. The fabric is 80 yuan per foot, and the cost is 800 yuan. In addition, the handmade work is 1,400 yuan. If you think it's too much, you can get less!"

"This..." Fu Jingya was stunned. It was not that she thought it was expensive, but that she felt that it was ridiculously cheap. Any set of fashion in a specialty store is priced at more than 5,000 yuan. It is hand-made and the style is no worse than those famous brands. The fashion made is also unique and should be more expensive. Why is it so much cheaper than the fashion in a specialty store?

"Or I'll lose 50 yuan more, and the materials plus my daily wages can no longer be lower." The woman thought Fu Jingya thought it was expensive, and said embarrassedly. At this time, she seemed stupid and timid, as if she was afraid that customers would like her to slaughter people.

Liang Yong was always watching them. Women were always responsible for choosing clothes. He had already made a mental preparation. When they discussed fashion, Liang Yong was more concerned about the woman himself. He felt familiar but couldn't remember it. It was not until this moment that he suddenly remembered that when he came out of Xia Qin's house that night, she was setting up a street stall on the street. At that time, she asked herself to try clothes one by one, and she was so careful and picky, but when it came to prices, she was so cautious and not good at raising prices, and she was so sincere.

"Ah, I remembered that you were the sister-in-law who sold my shirt that night. You really opened the shop by yourself. Congratulations." Liang Yong pointed at the woman and smiled.

"I think of me. I really want to thank you for your encouragement at that time. Without your encouragement, I would not have the courage to open this store." The woman also smiled, so sincere.

"You know each other." Fu Jingya looked at them strangely.

"Hehe, I am my sister-in-law's customer." Liang smiled proudly, saying that he would not leave a name for doing good deeds. He would occasionally encourage his sister-in-law to open a shop. Is he a good person who would not leave a name for doing good deeds?

"I'm my first customer. A few months ago, I set up a street stall on Dazhong Road and didn't sell a piece of clothing for a few days. He bought me two shirts at a time and gave me an extra 10 yuan..." The woman happily introduced to Fu Jingya.

"I didn't see that you still have the potential of Bole." Fu Jingya sighed after hearing this.

"Hehe, you only realized that I am very outstanding in all aspects." Hearing the praise Liang's tail, he immediately raised his head to the sky and boasted more proudly.

"Hate, three words reveal your true nature." Fu Jingya was coquettish, and her little daughter's expression was fully displayed.

The woman sighed enviously: "I'm so lucky to have such a matching girlfriend, young, beautiful, cute, or a high-level white-collar worker. By the way, I haven't had time to ask your name yet!"

"My name is Liang Yong, she is Fu Jingya, what about you, sister-in-law." Liang Yong asked politely.

"My name is Qin Mei, it's better for you young people." The woman sighed. She was like Liang Yong and her age at this time, and she was also a beautiful woman from all over the countryside. She stepped on the threshold of her marriage proposal, but she chose the current sick husband.

Fu Jingya was filled with joy by their conversation and asked back playfully: "Sister Qin Mei guess how old I am!"

"Little sister, a woman's age cannot be said. Of course, a flower girl like you should be told to show off. I guess you just passed, and I should be about 25 years old with a beard." Qin Mei Yanran chuckled and joked.

"Ah, hehehe..." Fu Jingya was so happy that she couldn't stop talking about it. Even Qin Mei, who had never met, said this to her. It seemed that she was really much younger. No wonder the secretary in the office secretly discussed, saying that she became younger and younger like a little girl.

Liang Yong smiled wickedly. Seeing Fu Jingya's eyes became richer. When she thought of her colorful random thoughts, Jingya became younger and younger, and her figure curves were getting better and better, but what should be bigger was not shrinking at all. It was easy for people to think of a classic quote "**Child Face". It seems that Angel shower gel should continue to purify and enhance the efficacy, so that the girlfriends around her would be more beautiful and distinctive.

After the three of them chatted for a while, Qin Mei returned to her clothes and said, "I am destined to be a good match for me. This set of clothes is not considered a money, just treat it as a gift from my sister-in-law to you!"

Liang Yong and Fu Jingya shook their hands at the same time and said, "How can this work? We really don't think the price is expensive, but we think that the 1,400 yuan you quoted is too cheap. The clothes with the same fabric in the store next to you will be sold at least 5,000 yuan!"

"How can I ask my sister-in-law to give such an expensive gift..."

After remembering who his sister-in-law was, Liang Yong couldn't accept her gift. His sister-in-law's family was not good, so she must have worked hard to raise money to open this store. She was not able to do a loss-making business as soon as she came in. Moreover, there were no customers coming in for so long. It can be seen that the business was not very good just now. My sister-in-law's idea of ​​opening a store is very good. However, in a modern commercial society with many garment stores, it takes a slow process to let customers accept it.

"No, you will make money from your sister-in-law's shop for the first time. My sister-in-law is sorry." Qin Mei was very stubborn and insisted.

After another argument, Liang Yong had no choice but to suggest that Qin Mei only charged them 800 yuan for the material fee for this outfit. Even so, Qin Mei was still not satisfied. She complained that Liang Yong looked down on her sister-in-law and refused to charge.
Chapter completed!