A gorgeous smile flashed on Mrs. Chen's face, "The little girl is talking more and more literate......"

"Who told us that there are many people in our house?" Song Qingyuan said casually, touching the crossbody bag on the counter, "Mrs. Chen, this bag sells very well!" ”

"Yes! A lot of rich ladies like it! Mrs. Chen smiled skillfully, quietly brushed Song Qingyuan's hand on the counter, and brushed it down.

Song Qingyuan patted the crossbody bag on his waist, "This bag of mine is not from Fucheng. ”

Mrs. Chen pursed her lips and smiled, "Is it from Fucheng?" As long as the little girls and daughters-in-law in this town like it. ”

Song Qingyuan nodded knowingly, "Mrs. Chen is right, as long as someone likes it!" Then I wish Mrs. Chen a prosperous business. ”

"Promise your good words!" Mrs. Chen continued.

After Song Qingyuan left, the curtain in the back hall of the embroidery workshop was lifted, and a middle-aged man walked out.

"You copied that little girl's idea?" The man asked.

"What plagiarism is not plagiarism!" Chen Niangzi's small pink fist hit the man's chest, "The bag is on her back, what's wrong with me using it?" Who stipulates that only she can carry it. ”

Mrs. Chen turned around angrily.

"Good! Good! Good! My little heart is right, is it my fault? The man smiled and kissed Mrs. Chen's face.

"Dead ghosts!" Mrs. Chen was in the man's arms and tapped gently, "I'm not here to make money for you!" ”

"This shop isn't mine!" Mrs. Chen said sourly.

"Whoever said it wasn't yours, mine is yours!" As the man spoke, his hands began to be dishonest, and he put his hands on Mrs. Chen.

"That's a good thing! I don't believe it! Mrs. Chen looked at the man with disgust, "Unless you transfer this shop to my name." ”

"This ......," the man hesitated.

"Look, look, you still say you love me, and you don't even want to give me a store!" Mrs. Chen snorted coquettishly, with a beautiful face, full of charm.

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's that the title deed of this store is not in my hands!" The man coaxed patiently, "When I get the title deed out of the yellow-faced woman, I'll give it to you!" ”

"You said it, don't lie to me!" Mrs. Chen stretched out her white fingers and drew circles on the man's body.

"Oh, be careful, I won't lie to you." The man vigorously picked up Mrs. Chen, "I almost miss you, let me kiss you well." ”

"Badass ......"

............

After leaving the embroidery workshop, Song Qingyuan did not rush home and went straight to the splendid cloth village.

Jinxiu Cloth Village is the largest cloth village in Qingshi Town, with a fair price and a good reputation.

At this time, the splendid cloth village seemed a little deserted, and when Song Qingyuan entered, there was no one inside, only the eldest lady who received her when she bought rags last time.

The eldest lady's surname is Zhao, and she is the proprietress of the splendid cloth village.

At this time, she was lying on the counter bored.

"Yo, it's you, the little girl who sells flower baskets!" Seeing Song Qingyuan coming in, Aunt Zhao raised her head, she had an impression of Song Qingyuan.

"Want to buy something?" Aunt Zhao stood up and asked.

Song Qingyuan didn't speak, his eyes were on the crossbody bag placed on the counter.

"Want to buy a bag? I can calculate it cheaper for you......" Aunt Zhao showed Song Qingyuan a few crossbody bags.

"Speaking of which, the first time I saw this kind of bag, it was on you!"

"It's a pity, I don't have enough brains, I didn't expect to be able to make it and sell it, hey!" Aunt Zhao sighed.

"Isn't that made?" Song Qingyuan asked rhetorically.

"What's the use of making it at this time!" Aunt Zhao shook her head.

"This bag was the first to be launched by the embroidery workshop, and it was vigorously promoted, and now the people in the town have recognized the embroidery workshop, and the fabric business on my side is not easy to do." Aunt Zhao said helplessly.

Although the embroidery workshop is mainly embroidery, the fabric business is also made.

Whoever thought of a small bag, the embroidery workshop became popular, and the big girls and little daughters-in-law in the town all recognized the embroidery workshop.

Even the fabric went to the embroidery workshop to buy it, and she is now ......

"Hey!" Aunt Zhao sighed again, "If you buy it, I will give you a cheaper price, and I guarantee that the price is fair than that of the embroidery workshop." ”

Song Qingyuan smiled secretly when he heard this, it seems that the splendid cloth village is in the ring with the embroidery workshop.

It's also a rival! Not surprising!

"Auntie, I'm not here to buy bags......" Song Qingyuan chuckled, "I have a business I want to do with you, Auntie." ”

"Do business with me?" Aunt Zhao smiled when she heard this, and looked at Song Qingyuan, she was still a little chubby girl with some baby fat, but she seemed to be thinner than the last time.

But no matter how you look at it, it's just a little girl who hasn't grown up.

A little doll, when she said something about doing business, Aunt Zhao only felt funny.

Song Qingyuan has little other skills, but his observation is the most keen, and he can see at a glance that Aunt Zhao doesn't believe her.

"Auntie, don't forget, I invented this bag." Song Qingyuan patted the bag on his waist.

When Aunt Zhao heard this, her eyes lit up, yes, why did she forget this stubble.

said anxiously, "Little girl, do you have any other tricks?" ”

Song Qingyuan nodded unhurriedly.

"Really?" Aunt Zhao excitedly grabbed Song Qingyuan's hand.

"Hurt ......" Song Qingyuan smiled unnaturally.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so excited!" Aunt Zhao apologized at a loss.

"Come, little girl, you sit down first, I'll go and make you tea!" Aunt Zhao pulled Song Qingyuan and sat down on the chair.

"No need for me......" Before Song Qingyuan finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao ran into the back hall.

After a while, he came out with a teapot and a cup.

"Girl, this is newly bought tea, you can drink it." Aunt Zhao filled the teacup.

Song Qingyuan took a sip gently, she had only drunk green tea, iced black tea, and chrysanthemum tea made by herself.

I really don't know much about ancient tea, so it's not good to make a lot of evaluations, so as not to make jokes.

But Song Qingyuan did not put down the teacup, but tasted it slowly, with a leisurely demeanor.

"Little girl......" Aunt Zhao was a little anxious, "What kind of tricks did you say?" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled faintly, it seems that Aunt Zhao is really anxious, the most taboo thing in negotiations is anxiety, whoever is anxious is timid.

Song Qingyuan took out a piece of paper from his bag and put it on the table.

Aunt Zhao hurriedly grabbed the paper and couldn't wait to open it, but halfway through the action, the action suddenly stopped, and her face flashed with struggle and entanglement.

silently put it back again, and said in a deep voice, "Little girl, I haven't seen the style, it's not good to offer you a price, if you have any ideas, you can talk about it first." ”

Song Qingyuan took a sip of tea, "Auntie, you might as well open it and take a look at the style." ”

"Open?" Aunt Zhao smiled, "Little girl, aren't you afraid that I won't admit it after I open it?" ”

"Lady is not like a short-sighted person." Song Qingyuan put down the teacup and looked at Aunt Zhao.

"What if I am?" Aunt Zhao stared at Song Qingyuan's eyes, tentatively.

"Then I can only blame the little girl, I have a bad eyesight and see the wrong person." Song Qingyuan was complacent, looking unconcerned.

Aunt Zhao took a deep breath, "The girl is calmer than me......"

With that, he opened the folded paper on the table.