I don't know if Old Man Ding thinks that his thoughts are fine, or whether he thinks that Li should be beaten, and said directly: "It's you who has no face." ”

Li Shi was a little uncomfortable: Are you polite?

Today's old man Ding, I don't think there is anything that can't get along with money, Linglong Pavilion is the largest ready-to-wear store in the city, not to mention that it has the most suitable raw materials, but money is the least lacking, and it is not wrong to go there.

For the size of the Ding family who came to the door again, Mrs. Zhang did not show any malice, as if she had thought that the family would come to the door, and drank tea at the door early in the morning.

"The children at home said that the shopkeeper took great care of him, I wonder if the shopkeeper would like to take a look at the sample?"

Compared with Li's self-esteem, and his self-esteem, Old Man Ding is much more subtle, and he is polite, and Mrs. Zhang is also polite.

"I like these kids."

The Li family, who was said to be hated by Zhang Niangzi, had a red face.

It's a pity that no one will pay attention to her, and no one will look at her puffing appearance at all.

"Aunt Zhang, I have prepared a gift for you."

Ding Xue took out the hairpin that had been prepared in the morning.

It can be said that this hibiscus flower, which is extremely particular about the layer, color matching, and materials, is her stepping stone.

Whether it can be sold for a good price depends on this flower.

The powder-blue cotton handkerchief opened, and a branch of three white, pink, and bright red gradually unfolded petaled hibiscus flowers and nine pieces of size, dark and light green leaves, jumped into the eyes of Zhang Niangzi.

With just one glance, Zhang Niangzi exclaimed.

"This! It's just beautiful! ”

More stunning than any bionic flower she'd seen before, more like the real thing.

Zhang Niangzi couldn't hold back, and took the velvet flower to observe carefully.

Looking at it closely, I feel more and more incredible: "It's silk thread!" ”

"Discarded fabric, to be exact." Ding Xue said generously.

Zhang Niangzi glanced at Ding Xuewei: "Those you took away?" ”

"Yes." Ding Xue nodded slightly.

After dismantling the rags, Zhang Niangzi couldn't have imagined it, and the design of the flowers, the configuration of the color closer to the real flowers, she felt strange.

It's no wonder that the child is so stubborn that he has to sell her this hairpin.

This is a human favor that remembers the discarded fabric that he gave.

The more upscale the store, the more small things and gifts you need to prepare.

Handkerchiefs, purses or artificial flowers of the same color series are all means of attracting customers.

Compared with the artificial flowers pressed out of fabric, this velvet flower looks more upscale.

This hairpin, if one is not done well, may make their business to the next level.

Mrs. Zhang didn't instigate anything, and directly gave the price.

"Thirty taels, buy the production skills of velvet flowers, five taels, buy this style."

Ding Xuewei set the technique at between twenty-five and forty, and the style of velvet flowers was about three taels.

Although the technical price given by Zhang Niangzi is not very ideal, the price of the style is much higher.

Glancing at Old Man Ding, she nodded directly.

"Okay."

Zhang Niangzi was a little surprised.

After glancing at Old Man Ding, he turned to Ding Xuewei's face.

"After selling my technique and style, you can't make it anymore."

"Yes."

Ding Xuewei said that she understood the rules: "Aunt Zhang will pick the style first." ”

I have to say that Ding Xuewei is very emotionally intelligent.

Obviously, these tricks she brought were all she felt foolproof, but she still said the word pick.

This pick, in Zhang Niangzi here is to express trust, rest assured.

"Auntie can trust you." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.

Although I think that the child picks up the nice words, I have to admit that these words sound comfortable.

Mrs. Zhang had already made preparations, but at the moment when the Ding family opened the packages one by one, she was still shocked by the fake velvet flowers.

"Little girl, you do have a hand for color matching!"

It's also bold, and the color that obviously doesn't exist, but it feels so abrupt that it fits.

picked up a large-flowered chrysanthemum with white and light green superimposed one after another, and she was reluctant to put it down.

There are hundreds of slender petals, each with its own posture and color.

"Are you sure I'm paying the right price?"

"If Aunt Zhang thinks that I work hard to proof, she can also give a few more copper coins." Ding Xue joked slightly.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that Mrs. Zhang, who liked it, stood directly in front of the vertical bronze mirror and raised the hairpin.

This hairpin hairpin is very rough, not to mention the bamboo, and there is no craftsmanship at all.

"You little girl, such a beautiful velvet flower has been made, why don't you put some effort into the hairpin."

The matter of adding a few pennies is directly missed.

If the child has a heart, where will he open his mouth.

Ding Xuewei really didn't want to increase the price.

It's not that I feel that money is too hot, but I feel that everything should be done in moderation, and it is more appropriate to interact with some people.

"The rougher the hairpin, the more delicate it is."

“··· That's what you hell girl can think. Mrs. Zhang almost believed it.

Proofing things, it's good to have a clear distinction between primary and secondary, and it's unnecessary to be meticulous but redundant.

"One hundred and three flowers in total..."

"It's one hundred and two, that hibiscus flower was given to Aunt Zhang, as I said before."

Through the bronze mirror, Mrs. Zhang looked at Ding Xue for a moment.

"Since you call me aunt so affectionately, then aunt will accept this gift, go, and get you a silver ticket."

"Can you give a small amount, a good flower with a small face?" Ding Xuewei asked for a heavy one.

Raising eyebrows, she glanced at Old Man Ding and Li, and Mrs. Zhang nodded.

Zhang Niangzi didn't really take advantage of Ding Xuewei, after settling the money, she gave each of her sisters and brothers a handkerchief.

Lee, who was completely ignored, was very uneasy and complained about not far away.

"That flower is not only complicated and troublesome, but also uses a silver hairpin, this lady is really good at business."

Li's meaning is that Zhang Niangzi used a few handkerchiefs to settle this favor, which was to take advantage of her, but Ding Xuewei felt that this Zhang Niangzi was worthy of deep friendship.

In the case of knowing that he is returning her discarded fabric, he still remembers to return the gift, this kind of person who does not take advantage of others in vain, his virtue must be quite good.

Ding Xuewei looked at Old Man Ding very dryly.

She didn't want to take Li's words.

Old man Ding and Ding Xuewei are called a heart-to-heart.

At the moment when Ding Xue looked at Old Man Ding, Old Man Ding also happened to lower his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the eldest granddaughter, but the words were said to the Li family.

"If you ask for someone, you have never had the right to speak, and people give the children a gift in return, but you haven't even given someone an extra penny."

"Why am I clinging to every penny?" Lee was dumbfounded.

She was dissatisfied with the lady, but the old man was dissatisfied with her.

Yes, when someone gives her a gift, she has to take it for granted, but can it be the same?

She is receiving, and this baby is sending.

"You all know the benefits of giving generous buyers two catties more, how can you be sure that people don't relax some requirements for our children when they choose?"

Lee was depressed.

She really wanted to say that none of the ones she took out were allowed to be picky, but she shut up because she understood that those who wanted to be picky did not have shortcomings that she couldn't pick.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...

(End of chapter)