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She had made some money before by selling things in the space, but when she lived with Xiao Xiangdong, their income was transparent and it was difficult to take it out rashly. Now that we have a tailor shop, we can give the money a name and use it.

Although the tailor shop was profitable, it was also very tiring. Meng Xiaoman squeezed her sore shoulders and took out a big apple from the space to replenish her strength. After I finish changing these clothes, I have to review my homework in the evening.

Meng Xiaoman's tailor shop is very famous among the female students in college. Even Sun Miaomiao, who has always looked down on her, couldn't resist her curiosity, but she couldn't lose face and came to Meng Xiaoman.

"Hmph, the clothes are not good, no matter how much they are changed, they will still be the same. How about having high-end goods from the mall and foreign goods from overseas Chinese stores?" Sun Miaomiao curled her lips and folded the newly bought clothes from the mall.

Li Siqi was trying on a pair of pants that Meng Xiaoman had just altered for her in front of the mirror. The wide trousers have been narrowed and turned into straight-leg trousers that are slim-fitting but not tight. The size of the waist and hips is just right, which can not only highlight the figure, but also be relatively subtle. After wearing it, the legs look straight and long.

Li Siqi excitedly matched several coats. Yes, they are very versatile. "The clothes in the mall are good, but they are all made from the same mold. How can they be as good as this kind of customized version that is modified according to your own body shape."

I have to say that Li Siqi's pants were indeed modified very well.

Sun Miaomiao muttered to herself that she was half a head shorter than him, and her legs looked long and straight when she wore them. If she had such a pair of pants, wouldn't it highlight her advantages even more?

It's just that she had a problem with Meng Xiaoman, so asking her to ask Meng Xiaoman to change her clothes was like giving up on her own initiative and losing face.

Liu Fenfang was a little moved when she saw Li Siqi's altered clothes that fit her better. After all, there is no girl who doesn't love beauty, so she asked, "How much does it cost to alter the clothes, Mr. Meng?"

"It depends on the situation. Generally, it only costs one yuan a piece. If you add embroidery, change buttons, etc., it will be more expensive."

"Is it so expensive? One dollar is enough for me to eat for three days." Liu Fenfang was surprised and stopped thinking about changing her clothes.

Sun Miaomiao suddenly had an idea. Meng Xiaoman was in this business. Changing her clothes was equivalent to giving her money, so it shouldn't be a loss of face.

After she explained herself, Sun Miaomiao began to rummage in the cabinet, planning to try on two pairs of pants first. If the modification was not good, then she would kill Li Siqi's majesty and brag about Meng Xiaoman's skills every day. .

Meng Xiaoman's tailor shop has been open for two months, and there is no opening ceremony. She just hangs a small sign for the tailor shop at the entrance of the courtyard. Her energy is limited, and she mainly does business with female students in the school and nearby people.

On this day, there were only two classes in the afternoon. After Meng Xiaoman finished her class, she rushed home. Jiang Ruolin brought two ancient cheongsam over yesterday and said they would be worn in two days and asked her to modify them.

When I got home, I just sat down in front of the sewing machine when I heard a commotion in the courtyard. Meng Xiaoman got up and went out, only to find out that it was someone from the Municipal Supervision Bureau.

"Someone has reported you for speculating. Come with us now and take these things back for inspection." The visitor talked a lot. One person clamped Meng Xiaoman's arm while the other two went to clean up in the studio. thing.

"Let go!" Meng Xiaoman broke away her arm, "I'm not speculating, I'm just helping people change their clothes." Buying and reselling is considered speculating, and she is just making hard money.

The short-haired man frowned, his eyes were sharp, and he didn't give Meng Xiaoman a chance to speak. "Whether there is speculation or not, we have to investigate to find out. Take it away!"

It seemed that they had come well prepared and had a tough attitude. Meng Xiaoman had to follow them first, walked past Cuicui, and told her to go find Mrs. Jiang quickly, saying that she had been taken away by people from the Municipal Supervision Bureau.

Mrs. Jiang did not reveal her identity, and Meng Xiaoman never asked questions. He only knew that her family ran a factory. But since he is doing business, he must be familiar with the people from the Municipal Supervision Bureau.

When she arrived at the station, the short-haired man handed her two pieces of paper and a pen, said "Be honest!" and left.

Meng Xiaoman sat upright, thinking about the incident, and felt that she was probably cheated. It's not a big deal to run a small business on the streets. Unless someone maliciously reports it, someone will take care of it. The prosperity of his tailoring must have touched the interests of some people.

However, after all, she was not buying and selling, but speculating. These words only scared her, and could not be put on her head. There are too many small tailor shops in the streets and alleys of Haishi, so it is impossible to really pursue them.

After thinking about this, Meng Xiaoman stopped panicking. Instead of writing a review, she started thinking about the modifications to Mrs. Jiang's two ancient cheongsams.

Thirty or forty minutes later, the short-haired man came over with a teapot. When he saw that there was not a word written on the letter paper on the table, he immediately became angry. With a bang, the teapot hit the table, splashing a few drops of water, and wet the letter paper. .

"Hurry up and write. We have already grasped the fact that you are speculating. Now we are giving you a chance. If you take the initiative to confess, you will be dealt with lightly. Don't be ignorant!"

Meng Xiaoman glanced at him calmly, "I'm not a speculator. I'm just a little tailor who changes people's clothes. Isn't the person who ordered you to arrest me also in this business? Is he also a speculator?"

The man's pupils shrank, and there was a flash of panic in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down, "Don't talk nonsense! If you don't want to write, just stay here."

The man left these words and left. Meng Xiaoman looked at his back with a slight smile on her lips, and she guessed it right.

After thinking about how to modify Mrs. Jiang's two cheongsams, Meng Xiaoman was a little bored and sat there silently memorizing today's studies. Just when the wall clock pointed to six o'clock, Meng Xiaoman heard the click of high heels.

Mrs. Jiang is here.

The man accompanying her obviously had a higher position than the man with short hair, and the man with short hair nodded and followed behind her.

"Xiaoman, are you okay?" Mrs. Jiang walked to the table, sat down, and turned around and said: "Chief Wang, my sister just helped someone change their clothes. What crime did she commit? Her skills are better. , but it’s just to earn some hard money, why are you arresting her for such a big crime?”

Section Chief Wang was sweating on his forehead. This was the wife of the president of Haishi Textile Industry. He had met her once with the leader. He did not dare to offend her and quickly explained, "Misunderstanding, this is really a misunderstanding."

He quickly pulled the short-haired man to apologize, "Xiao Zhao, why don't you apologize to Mrs. Jiang and this comrade? You said you wanted to arrest someone, but you could have arrested someone wrong! Go back and write a self-criticism, and go home and reflect for a while. This is such a small thing. It can’t be done!”

The short-haired man looked unhappy, but he could only suppress it, his face tightened, and he spat out a few words: "I'm sorry, I didn't understand."

Mrs. Jiang snorted coldly and stroked the broken hair beside her ear, "Chief Wang, next time you have to ask your subordinates to open their eyes and see clearly. Otherwise, people will think that you are always arresting people." ?”