After listening to Xu Jiaren's "suggestion", Luo Yiran not only did not get angry, but swept away the previous gloom and smiled.

"Xu Jiaren, you just want me to spend more money after you go around in a big circle?"

"Uh-that's fine, if you understand it that way."

Luo Yiran stretched out his hand and knocked on the table, "Say, you spend more money to make clothes." ”

"Personal. You should know the meaning of this word before making clothes. ”

Xu Jiaren pushed the album at hand: "This is the existing style of our store, if ordinary customers come to make clothes, they need to choose from it, and then we will make it." But for private guests, I will personally tailor the design for him until the guest is satisfied. ”

Luo Yiran was visiting the tailor shop for the second time, and he hadn't paid attention to the album on the table before.

At this moment, he picked up a book and opened it, and his eyes lit up.

Originally, he was just making clothes to "give money", but seeing these designs, he was really interested.

Especially after hearing Xu Jiaren's explanation.

"You say, you're going to tailor it?"

Luo Yiran's eyes were bright and scary, he looked at the little girl with a serious face on the other side, and asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"All the designs in our store are made by beautiful people." Aishan said a word of help.

"It really surprised me."

After flipping through a few more pages of the album, Luo Yiran asked, "Say, how much do you want for private customization?" ”

"A thousand." Xu Jiaren blurted out.

Without waiting for Luo Yiran to speak, she continued: "One thousand is the membership fee for private customization, excluding clothing, a set of 2,000 yuan for primary private customization, 5,000 yuan for intermediate, and 7,000 for seniors, no matter which one is not limited to the choice of fabrics for guests." ”

Listening to Xu Jiaren's offer, let's not say what Luo Yiran's reaction was, Ai Shan next to him gasped.

Oh my boy, it's the first time he's heard someone make a set of clothes for a thousand dollars!

And that membership fee, which costs 1,000 to join?!

A thousand dollars can buy a house in the city!

"So, can you elaborate on the difference between the 2000 and the 7000?" The smile on Luo Yiran's face remained unchanged, but he had a more serious look than at the beginning.

"The order of 2,000 is a one-time molding, excluding modifications. That is to say, what I do, what you receive. ”

Xu Jiaren replied very quickly, "7000 haute couture is not limited to the number of revisions to the design drawing, until you are satisfied, I will make clothes." ”

"In other words, after choosing advanced customization, I can modify the drawings at any time?"

"Hmm. Yes. ”

Luo Yiran raised his head and glanced at Ai Shan, and asked, "Is it you who repair it or does he fix it for me?" ”

"Of course, I modified the drawings I designed."

"Okay, I'll order 7000 clothes."

Xu Jiaren: Did she ignore something?

Aishan: Is this kid stupid? Take 7,000 yuan to make clothes?

"The money for our shop is paid in a lump sum and is not refunded." Xu Jiaren added another "clause".

"No problem." Luo Yiran still agreed.

When Liao Sifan came, he heard that Luo Yiran had ordered a set of 7,000 clothes in this small tailor's shop, and he almost scolded J at Aishan. Business.

Where is this tailor's shop? It's a black shop, right?

And it's the kind of black shop that is even darker than them!

"Also, do you know how much it costs to make a set of clothes in this place in Qingbei?"

"I don't know."

I already knew it was the answer!

Liao Sifan was heartbroken: "Now the manual cost of making a set of clothes in Qingbei City is only a dozen yuan. This shop is darker than others, but one set is fifty yuan! ”

Ai Shan was not happy to say this, and opened his mouth to correct: "This gentleman, why are we darker than others?" Our shop relies on craftsmanship! Do you think we're those little ruffians outside? ”

"The little ruffians are not as black as you!" Liao Sifan was angry.

"Mr. Liao, what you said is wrong." Xu Jiaren smiled lightly, looked at the man and said, "We do business freely, and if we quote the price, the guests are not willing to do it, so we can do it at all." We don't force it. If you want to say that we are a black store, then we really can't accept it. ”

Liao Sifan was said to be more serious, because it can only be said that Luo is stupid, and it cannot be said that people are black.

"Besides-" Xu Jiaren paused and said with a smile: "Luo Yiran's money is his own money, it seems that Mr. Liao is a little too much?" ”

"You little girl! What to say? Liao Sifan became popular all of a sudden.

"Uncle Fan!" Luo Yiran scolded and said, "I've decided to make clothes here, you bring the fabric in, and then settle the money." ”

"Okay."

Liao Sifan gritted his teeth in agreement, turned around and went to the car to move the fabric.

Luo Yiran turned his head and asked with a smile, "Then when will you design clothes for me?" ”

"Let's measure it today." Xu Jiaren thought about it and asked, "Do you have a phone?" I'll call you with a picture here. ”

"Here's my business card."

Luo Yiran took out a business card with a black background from his pocket and handed it over.

Xu Jiaren took the business card, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

The design of this business card is very similar to the style of her previous life.

Black undertones, foil stamping name and phone, absolute minimalist style.

The only difference is that the name printed on this business card at the moment is, Luo Yiyi.

"What are you laughing at? Isn't this business card a little too simple? Luo Yiran smiled when he saw her holding the business card, and said a little embarrassed: "I don't like complicated things very much, so this business card is designed by myself." Don't laugh at me. ”

"Nope. I think it's a good business card. Xu Jiaren put the business card into the pocket of her clothes, stood up and stretched out her little hand: "I believe you will like my design style." ”

"Ha-" Luo Yiran saw the small hand handed in front of him, and also stood up.

He clenched his hands very seriously: "Then let's have a good cooperation?" ”

"Happy working together!"

……

Liao Sifan came out of the tailor's shop in a huff and shouted to the attendant standing next to the car: "Go and bring in the fabric from the car." ”

"Boss, we've found someone looking for trouble in Central Park." The attendant leaned over first and said.

Liao Sifan was on fire and had nowhere to send it, so he asked, "Where is it?!" ”

"Oh - it's the little girl in the tailor's shop......" The attendant pointed to the tailor's shop, and the little girl shaking hands with Luo Yiran could be seen from the outside.

"And the people in the car, it's the two of them." The attendant said firmly.

"Could you be mistaken?"

The attendant wiped half of his swollen face and smiled bitterly: "Boss, even this big and small one, I recognize it when it turns into ashes!" ”

"Excellent! Come in with me! ”

Luo Yiran returned to the shop empty-handed, and slapped the table as soon as he entered: "Little girl, what do you mean?" Look at our Beikun is easy to bully, isn't it? ”

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