Siheyuan: My anger system is too good at playing

Sitting in front of that big table was an old master who looked about five or sixty years old.

He is making a stamp with a ruler and chalk, and cutting it out.

I always push the reading glasses with my hands from time to time during the busy work.

This is where Chen Xueru's shrewdness arranged a tailor in the store.

Not only is it convenient for customers who come to buy cloth, she even earns money for making clothes.

If a person's brain is so good, no matter what age he is in, he can become a leader.

Jiang Weidong walked to the counter, and what he saw so far was a golden silk with a hundred son pattern.

When the light shines, it is silky and smooth, and the golden light is shining.

The person in charge of looking after the counter is a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Sure enough, Chen Xueru transferred/taught the person, and he is very good at seizing the opportunity.

He smiled modestly and politely, "Young man, you have good eyesight. This piece of satin is called Baizitu, which means many children and many blessings."

"This is real silk satin. It looks great when made into a quilt, and it can win a lot of money."

These days, who doesn't like to hear a few auspicious words?
Anyone who gets involved in the "Fu Lu Shou" category is immediately equal to half the success.

The other half mainly depends on whether the customer has money and tickets in his pocket.

Jiang Weidong touched it with his hand and asked, "You said it's real silk, so what's the price?"

The old man stretched out four fingers, "If you have a ticket, it's forty cents a foot."

Now ordinary cotton cloth is only [-] feet, the price of this silk is really not cheap.

It seems that in addition to the necessary costs, there should be a lottery.

Later generations call this an IQ tax.

Jiang Weidong smiled, "The price is not low."

But the old man also laughed, as if he was used to this kind of scene, and replied, "You get what you pay for."

Jiang Weidong withdrew his hand and nodded, "Your words are true, but I remember that Boss Chen Xueru has a lot of research on fabrics. Didn't she teach you what real silk satin should look like?"

"Or, you just want to get a few hard-earned money from our common people?"

The old man knew that he had encountered a difficult situation, but he was at this age, and he had seen it before. He still kept smiling and said modestly, "Look at what you said, our business is based on integrity, How can you deceive people?"

"it is good!"

Jiang Weidong said, "Since you mentioned honesty as the foundation, let me explain to you the difference between silk and satin."

"If you really made a slip of the tongue because you didn't understand, it's no big deal."

The old man was very calm, smiled and gestured to Baizitu, "Please."

"Master, there are many kinds of silk and satin. Let's just talk about the raw materials, such as real silk, rayon silk, synthetic silk, interwoven silk, etc."

"Let's not talk about it at a distance, but the one right now is obviously human silk, not real silk. Of course, the method of identification is also very simple."

"Real silk is made of natural silk. The silk surface is smooth and bright, with a delicate touch and strong air permeability, so it won't make people feel stuffy."

"As for human silk, which is a chemical fiber fabric, it feels rough, hard, and heavy. If you make clothes, it will be stuffy and airtight."

"So, you are human silk."

As soon as these words came out, not only the old man looked straight at him, but also the customers who were choosing fabrics on the side also listened with gusto, and touched the key points when they mentioned it.

Even the old tailor who made clothes in the middle frequently pushed his glasses and looked in this direction.

He wanted to see what kind of young man he was with such insight.

Against everyone's admiring eyes, Jiang Weidong smiled.

He thought to himself, this was given to me by a comrade in arms with a good relationship when I was in the army.

That's all I know, and if I say it a little deeper, I'm afraid I'm going to show my timidity.

He couldn't help laughing wryly, it was so fucking hard to get those cotton cloths out of the space!
Just as he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause behind him.

Jiang Weidong looked back.

The person who came was like a ray of light.

The dark blue cheongsam with dark blue background, ruby ​​earrings, retro red lips makeup and big wavy curly hair, every smile is captivating.

The eyebrows and eyes are full of the charm of a woman in her 20s, which immediately illuminates the world around her.

She is Chen Xueru.

"As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one."

"Unexpectedly, you know so much at such a young age. It seems that we are colleagues?"

Jiang Weidong shook his head, "No, I'm just a worker in a rolling mill, and what I've said is relatively basic introductory knowledge."

This is not a lie, what he said is really just superficial.

Chen Xueru bypassed him, and said to all the guys in the store, "Have you seen it? There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"If you want to get into this industry, and want to hold on to this bowl of rice, then study all the fabrics carefully."

"Not all customers are rough and rough who can only buy coarse linen clothes. If you meet educated and knowledgeable ones, you will embarrass our store and me, Chen Xueru, with your three-legged skills!"

All the guys, standing up straight, Qi said "yes".

Chen Xueru was very satisfied with this attitude, and raised her chin slightly.

"Do you like my fabric?"

"If there is, I will ask the guys to wrap it up, just to express my apology for what happened just now."

Her personality is hearty and generous, which is the same as that in TV dramas.

Jiang Weidong refused with a smile, "Thank you, Boss Chen, this guy and I happened to be in a hurry."

"If you do that, it'll make it look like I'm just here to wipe fabric."

"Hahaha," Chen Xueru laughed crisply, "Well, then I don't want to be polite to this one, if you are not in a hurry, sit down and have a cup of tea, let's chat."

"Even if I can't learn anything from beating you, and make friends, then you didn't come here in vain."

That's beautifully said.

Now we call this eloquence, thanks to the mouth.

Later generations called this high emotional intelligence, which is attributed to the brain.

But no matter where you go, who can refuse such a woman who exudes charm all over her body?

What's more, he himself came with a purpose, just what he wanted!
Jiang Weidong was not pretentious, "Succeed, then it's better to be respectful than obedient, and have a cup of tea with you. I also have something I want to talk to you about."

In the second half of his sentence, his voice was very soft, implying that Chen Xueru had better find a quiet place to talk in detail.

Chen Xueru is an out-and-out businessman, so she naturally understands the hidden meaning.

So, he generously made a gesture of invitation, "There is a tea room in the back room, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Jiang Weidong followed behind Chen Xueru, through the back door, through the curved corridor, and came to her so-called tea room.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, everything here immediately caught his eye.