Chapter 720: What Style

It is a Baume & Mercier self-style.

A crazy guy who doesn't have a formal number of informalities is often the one with the most real talent and real learning.

This Shi Tao's own connotation, I am afraid, is much higher than those leaders who are full of moral articles outside.

It's just that few people know it.

Seeing that it was still early, Xiao Yu didn't hurry back to Tingtaoju, and walked out of the gate of the academy and went to the street outside the school to find a tailor's shop.

Well, no matter what, the mummy-like peculiar shape of always wrapping his torso and limbs with so long kudzu yarn is really something Xiao Yu doesn't dare to agree with.

If there are other simple options, why not choose to make yourself look more at ease?!

A man walked on the street for a long time before he found a small sewing shop.

An old tailor inside was sitting on a wicker chair with a small teapot, teasing the little yellow bird in the birdcage.

Seeing Xiao Yu enter the door, he just nodded slightly, and his attitude was not very courteous.

This made Xiao Yu, who had received a lot of preferential treatment, suddenly feel a little frustrated.

Raising his hand and knocking on the counter, Xiao Yu raised his voice as politely as possible and asked:

"Boss, can you make custom clothes here?"

"Do it for you, or do you do it?" The old tailor replied slowly: "Clothes are made in our store, but if you want to give cash, you will not owe credit." ”

Xiao Yu suddenly realized.

After making trouble for a long time, this old tailor saw that he was thin and his tone was immature, thinking that it was a little servant from a family who came to his old man's house to eat his teeth and flowers, so he didn't want to see him like this, right? !

Hehe, it's really too low for people.

We, Xiao Yu, are you the ones who need credit to buy things?!

Grinding the back molars vigorously, Xiao Yu raised his hand and took out a genuine silver ingot from his sleeve:

"Boss, there is no need to pay credit when you buy clothes down, if it is desirable immediately, the salary can be doubled."

A steaming cup of tea was immediately delivered to Xiao Yu's hand:

"Little guest officer, what kind of clothes do you want to order? Robe? Vest? Or is it a lined mid-coat? ”

What kind of clothes? Auntie, do you want to make a few Boran?! Will you do it?!

Being such a mean and snobbish person, it's no wonder that business is light!

Blinking his eyes, Xiao Yu almost wanted to say a few words.

However, when the words came to his mouth, they turned into a few very pertinent words that were not salty, not light, not painful:

"Mmmm, boss, because there are some dirty and slimy coolies to do soon, and I don't want to stain the new clothes that my mother bought for me, so I want to make a few smocks with hats, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Is it just a smock? That's not hard. It's just that I don't know what kind of style the little guest officer wants? ”

This time, it was the old tailor's turn to ask with some distress.

Xiao Yu asked for a pen and paper and drew the style of a hooded long trench coat.

The old tailor saw it, squinted a pair of thin eyes, and couldn't help but smack in his mouth:

"The style that the little guest officer just drawn, the old man has made a robe for a lifetime, and he has never seen it. Dare to ask the little guest officer, why is the collar of this smock twisted and twisted, and it is actually such a strange shape? ”

Looking at the Western-style lapels drawn casually on the graphics, Xiao Yu couldn't help but laugh dumbly