Chapter 87: Chapter 87: The Material is Too Common

    Two hours went by, and Yue Qingqing found her role as a model quite relaxing.

    Worried that she’d get tired standing at the door, the shop owner even moved a small stool for Yue Qingqing to sit on.

    This kind of treatment brought about a rich return.

    The shop owner’s family originally sold more adult clothes, with children’s clothing being the least popular.

    After all, there were plenty of families who doted on their children, but the financial conditions of each household had only improved slightly from before.

    Children are growing all the time, and clothes that fit today might not fit in two months.

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    Therefore, many families would wear the hand-me-downs from their relatives’ children to save money.

    But today, with Yue Qingqing as the little model, families with children felt joyful at the sight and thought of their own little cutie.

    The silver in their wallets grew legs and scurried into the shop owner’s cash box.

    Yue Jiannan did some mental math and realized why the shop owner was so willing to spend the ten yuan—they were indeed making a tidy profit.

    Just in a short while, they’d sold dozens of sets of clothes.

    If these families dressed their children well, they might also come back more often.

    The corners of the owner’s eyes creased with a smile, “Here, this is your money, hold on to it tightly. This street is crowded, and there are many pickpockets. You must be careful.”

    “May I help you with something?”

    Yue Jiannan immediately replied, “We were referred by Wei Yan and have some business with the boss.”

    “Referred by Wei Yan? Please, have a seat; I’ll go find the boss,” said the clerk as she went inside.

    Clearly, the owners on this street knew each other, and even the clerks were familiar with the name Wei Yan.

    Moments later, a portly man with a hint of affluence came in through the back door.

    The man had a soft measuring tape draped around his neck, and his shirt was marked with chalk stains.

    Yue Jiannan mused to himself, not expecting that a place named Orchid Pavilion would have a male tailor for an owner.

    “Hello, I’m Shi Yongshou, the owner of this store. What can I do for you?”

    Yue Jiannan gently pushed Yue Xiaofang forward, “We were wondering if it would be possible to consign goods here?”

    “Consign goods?” Shi Yongshou looked at Yue Xiaofang sideways, “Are you really referred by Wei Yan? I don’t accept just anything here.”

    Xiaofang mustered her courage and took out her items.

    Shi Yongshou picked them up and scrutinized them with narrowed eyes.

    “This... The design is fine, but the fabric is too common.”

    With that one sentence, the hearts of the three from the Yue family sank to the bottom.