Plane Store: I rely on five-star reviews to become rich and live forever

As expected of a child who has lived with monsters since he was a child. His mouth is made of human skin, but he doesn't feel any fear at all.

In fact, the ancients are too far away from modern people. It is hard to say whether they are afraid of taking pictures. We cannot make generalizations about the people of the late Qing Dynasty and just say that the ancients cannot accept it.

I really like the kid named A Bao in front of me.

"What's the difference between this and the real thing? It's much better than the self-portrait painted by my uncle!"

The little monster also jumped onto the booklet, lying next to the photo, and stretched out his little fleshy hand to poke at the clothes on the fat doll in the photo, "The color is so gorgeous! It's even prettier than the paint in the study!"

The two little ones are children at heart, and bright colors are good-looking. They don't understand the meaning of the elegance pursued by literati and elegant guests, and they are not pleasing to the eye.

Abao sucked the saliva that was dripping from the corner of his mouth and asked Gu Xingyan: "Sister, can your family help me and Ah Shao draw a portrait like this?"

"It's a photo shoot! You two want to take a photo together?"

Abao immediately learned to use the new words, "Yeah, we want to take pictures too!"

Ah Shao said with a smile: "When my uncle comes back, we will piss him off to death!"

Their brother-in-law is a young man who loves painting. He travels every year with a painting box on his back. If he knew that there was such a powerful "painter" right across the street, wouldn't he be jealous!

"Ah Shao, what do you think of my clothes today?"

"It's much worse than the one in the portrait." Ah Shao told the truth and pointed to a few oil stains on his chest.

Abao sighed, "I wonder which noble family the people in these portraits belong to? Their clothes are as beautiful as the ones by the door!"

Gu Xingyan reminded with a smile, "Don't worry, you two, our store has ready-made clothes for rent, just choose from the brochure! But..."

"Ah!" Ah Shao reacted, "There is no size I can wear here! Well..."

Ah Shao was two feet long, much smaller than a baby, and as cute and compact as the popular modern cotton dolls. [1]

"Eh? What should I do?" Abao reached out and touched the top of Ah Shao's hair.

Gu Xingyan finally understood why this little monster with a chicken coop on his head was messed up by his little master.

"I have baby clothes here. Can you come back in the afternoon? I'll ask the tailor to make some changes. Wu Youhe, come here and measure your figure."

Wu Youhe, who was named, immediately went downstairs with a soft ruler.

Ah Shao was satisfied. After measuring his body data, he urged his little master to turn the page quickly. He saw that there were still more than a dozen thick pages that he had not read yet!

"I want to pick the most beautiful one!"

When several shopkeepers came in, they didn't hear the first part and thought it was a ready-made clothing store. They happened to hear two children talking about custom-made clothes and were secretly speechless.

This is too luxurious!

Although the child's clothes were not patched, which showed that his family was well off, he was not rich enough to buy two pieces of ready-made clothes. They were still made of such new materials that he had never seen before.

Putting such a suit in your own store, even if you don't like children's clothing very much, you can at least sell it for one or two silver! Who would spend so much money on a child?

Seeing that Gu Xingyan didn't stop him, one of them couldn't help but interrupt: "You little kid, where did you get the money?"

Abao and Ah Shao were immediately stunned, yes, they had never thought about this problem at all!

At this time, they remembered that they had sneaked out to avoid eating. Where did they have any money with them?

"I...I'll go back and ask for it from my mother-in-law! Sister, how much does it cost?"

I just didn’t expect that his A Bao was not a bad boy who was a deadbeat!

The shopkeepers also listened with their ears pricked up, and they were very conscious of being business spies.

Unexpectedly, a Hedong lion roar came from the door.

"Abao! You are hiding here!"

A young woman had an angry look on her face, and the bun on her head seemed to be a little crooked, which showed how anxious she was when she was looking for her child.

"Aniang! You're here!" Abao had no consciousness of doing anything wrong. He just thought that his wallet was coming. He didn't even respond to Ah Shao tugging on his sleeve, and Le Diandian ran forward.

"Ouch!"

His ears were grabbed by the woman, and he immediately stood up on tiptoes. Then he took small steps and was dragged directly to the door.

Before leaving, the woman knew how to salute Gu Xingyan, "My naughty child has caused trouble to the store! We are all neighbors. I will come to apologize to you another day!"

Gu Xingyan waved her hands and said, "It's not a big deal, Abao is very cute."

The woman sighed and turned around with a fierce expression: "You're not going to eat, are you? Then don't even think about eating the snacks this afternoon! You'll know you're hungry when you study in the afternoon!"

With that said, the mother and son walked out of the glass door together.

As Abao was being dragged out, he shouted loudly: "Mother, mother! I want to take a photo! As a gentleman, ten horses can't chase you! We made an appointment!"

"How many times have I said it, it's four, not ten!"

"Ten to four! Mother——! It hurts, it hurts!"

Ah Shao, who was left behind, reluctantly looked at the clothes on the booklet, then looked at the back of his master, and had no choice but to jump to the ground.

He saluted everyone in the store, but he didn't know if anyone noticed him, so he chased him out with his short legs...

The shopkeeper who spoke earlier was named Wang. He pursed his lips and chuckled. He knew that this business could not continue.

It's not that he was deliberately causing trouble, but that's what happened when he was doing business -

Ordinary children are not welcome, those with patches all over their bodies are not welcome, and wild monsters with disheveled clothes are not welcome either.

He opened a cloth shop, with a dyeing shop and an embroidery shop behind it. The family had a big business, and if he had to deal with everyone, the hired men would be exhausted and not even make a few cents.

So, he thought it was a good intention.

Gu Xingyan, however, didn't take it seriously. When doing business, you can't just focus on the present. He silently closed the book and called the shopkeepers to sit down at the mahogany tea seat.

This is quite a novel piece of furniture.

In the halls used by shopkeepers to receive guests, there is a chair for each person. In this shop, there are two-seater and three-seater, gathered around a low table.

I couldn't tell the priority, so I could only sit down casually. Zhou Huaitang and Li Xiaoxu also sat down alternately. Regardless of whether they had sales skills or not, they all tried their best to discuss business.

Gu Xingyan happened to be sitting next to Shopkeeper Wang.

"Sir, please take a look at the themes in this brochure, including parent-child, wedding, family portraits, birthday commemorations, and college entrance examination commemorations, etc."

Shopkeeper Wang suppressed the anxiety in his heart and looked at the opened album by Gu Xingyan with a reserved expression. The teacup in his hand shook and the tea accidentally splashed on the album.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it on purpose! I'll pay for how much this portrait costs..."

Before the word "compensation" could be uttered, shopkeeper Wang wiped it with his sleeve distressedly. The booklet was immediately as clean as new, with no color loss, let alone damage!

Gu Xingyan consoled her: "Don't worry, our photos will be plasticized for free, waterproof and stain-proof, and they will still be the same color in ten or twenty years!"

Shopkeeper Wang still had a bitter look on his face, and said dryly: "This album of yours is really good."

His shop also has similar albums, all of which are sample clothes drawn by poor scholars. When showing them to customers, they all rely on the intuition and eloquence of the waiters.

His hands were shaking before because the portrait was too realistic, as if there really was a little monster hiding in it, showing the readers the selling point of the clothes!