White cotton is rare in the low-end market, and ordinary merchants are reluctant to buy because of the high price, so they sell very little here.

And there are fewer young girls like Su Cha who want to buy white cotton.

"Make clothes."

Su Cha was concise and to the point, and he didn't want to waste a long time here: "How much?" ”

Seeing this, the proprietress threw away her cigarette and compared a number: "One hundred and ninety-one meters." ”

It is indeed a very expensive price.

It's nearly two hundred.

This money can be used by people to buy several random clothes in this market.

Su Cha lowered his head and roughly estimated, and then said, "Okay, I'll buy ten meters." ”

Ten meters is nearly 2000.

The proprietress was a little incredulous: "You don't even say the price?" ”

In this market, there are basically random quotations, for example, if the merchant quotes a hundred clothes, you may be able to take it down at thirty, and she still has to make money.

Clothing, luxury goods and the cheapest varieties are all profiteering, but the middle and high-end are more embarrassing.

Su Cha looked indifferent: "If you cheat me, I won't buy it here in the future." ”

If she can really make money, she will definitely use more than these ten meters.

Su Cha's bearing and calmness made the proprietress a little impressed, and she reacted quickly and began to cut white cotton directly. "Okay, I see that you won't pit you when you're young, there aren't many white cotton sellers in this market, and it's just me recently, so you can be considered a good time."

She moved quickly, and directly cut ten meters of white cotton for Su Cha.

Ten meters of white cotton is not light, the proprietress is a little difficult to carry, when she gave Su Cha, Su Cha's expression has not changed, "WeChat transfer." ”

After handing over the money and delivering the goods with the other, Su Cha left with the white cotton, and the proprietress asked, "Do you have a sewing machine at home?" Do you want to make your own clothes? ”

"Just do it."

Su Cha's light words drifted away with the wind, and the proprietress re-lit a cigarette and sat down, "Are all young people so weird now?" ”

Su Cha bought white cotton, and went to buy some simple needles and threads, which was basically done.

Now there is still a lack of a sewing machine, Su Cha went to the market to find a suitable sewing machine again, and the total cost was only 2500.

There is still 2,500 left, which will be used as an emergency for living expenses.

The sewing machine was moved back by the workers, and when everything was settled, Su Cha was also tired and sweating profusely.

At this time, she received a call from Bo Muyi.

"Tea ...... Tea ......"

The man on the other side of the phone seemed to tentatively call out this affectionate title, and when Su Cha heard the clear voice like a sweet spring, he felt that his whole heart had calmed down, and he no longer felt anxious and hot, and let out a low "En".

Hearing her answer, Bo Mu also immediately felt a lot happier, but he was also a little irritable, and the pen in his hand was also tighter, he received some news, but he didn't know how to ask Su Cha, for fear that Su Cha would think that he was watching too closely.

The people under him said that if they just started dating, they would affect their feelings if they let their lover have no space.

He didn't want to have an unstable factor between himself and Su Cha, but at the same time, he also had to change the topic, and he couldn't directly ask her what she was doing with those things, and when he looked at the clock hanging in the office, Bo Muye's eyes lit up: "Cha Cha, it's noon, it's time for you to eat." ”

A serious and serious tone.

Bo Mu also felt that he had found a perfect reason.