Chapter 122 Countermeasures

When Hyman went out, he saw a young man dressed as a young master sitting impatiently at the counter. Although the clothes are well dressed, the skin is dark and very rough, which is incompatible with the light white clothes, and the temperament is slightly worse.

"What kind of clothes do you want to make?" She walked over and asked with a smile.

"Of course it's clothes!" As soon as the man opened his mouth, he said, "If I knew what kind of clothes to make, why would I come to you?"

Hyman's eyes fluctuated, took the album and turned it over to the part of the men's clothing. "So please take a look at the album in our store. Do you have any favorite styles?"

The man took over rudely, looked through a few pages, and pointed to one of them, "That's it!"

It's decided so rashly that it doesn't seem to be sincere in making clothes. Hyman specially picked up some relatively expensive fabrics for him to choose, and he also pointed to one.

Hyman was not in a hurry to collect the money, but asked tentatively, "When will you get the clothes?"

"I'm going to wear it tomorrow. You have to make it for me quickly."

It's really urgent again.

"There is a lot of work in the shop today, and I'm afraid I can't do it tomorrow!" Hyman smiled and said, "If you are not in a hurry, you can wait two or three days to come back; if you are in a hurry, go to another shop..."

"Humph, I heard that your shop came here after making clothes. Why do you have to drive away the guests?" The man found an evil stubble.

"This gentleman should be reasonable. There are times when you can't buy pastries, let alone make clothes? I suggested you to another shop for the son's reasons. Doing business is a wishful thinking. It's easy for you and me to talk. Since you don't like the shop, you just need to invite another smart. This makes sense wherever you go!" Hyman glanced at him and said, "Or is the prince not making clothes sincerely, but wants to find faults?"

The man's face changed, "Who wants to find fault?" I just want to make clothes. If you can't do it here, forget it. I'll go to someone else, hum..."

said that he went out in a hurry.

"Miss Xia, don't you often say that harmony makes money? Why did you get angry with the guests instead? Lao Yuan listened to Haiman's tone today, which was different from the past and couldn't help being surprised.

"Uncle Yuan, I don't think something is right. Go to the three daughters-in-law's house immediately and ask why they don't come to work?" Hyman's face became serious.

Although Lao Yuan didn't know what was going on, he agreed to go out after hearing Haiman's unquestionable tone.

Hyman came into the backyard and called Shen Qiaoqiao to come out. "Qiaoqiao, you go ahead and look. Someone is coming to make clothes. You can postpone the delivery date as much as possible. You have to insist on what you want for a day or two, just take care of the next step, don't choose too good fabrics, and pay more than one cent! Also, try not to conflict with guests. If someone finds fault, just ask him to leave his name and address and say that he will visit the shopkeeper's return to solve the problem.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Shen Qiaoqiao saw that her face was wrong and asked worriedly.

"I don't know yet. Uncle Yuan will naturally understand when he comes back. Go quickly and send it to me as soon as you receive the order!" Hyman told her a few words, and he hurried into the room, quickly cut out the clothes that had received the order, and put them away in different categories.

During this period, Shen Qiaoqiao received orders one after another and sent them to the back. She didn't say much and cut them out.

"Hmm, that's ridiculous!" Lao Yuan came back with an angry face, "Isn't this a sincere bullying?"

"Uncle Yuan, how's it going?" Hyman hurriedly asked.

Old Yuan gurgled into a bowl of water and said angrily, "I went to ask those three people. They all said that Zhao Ya's mother-in-law gave them money last night, saying that other Buzhuang would use them and gave much more money than here. I went to Zhao Yapo, and the old witch actually said that there was no such thing. People have already introduced it to us, and what they want to do has nothing to do with her..."

"Sure enough!" Hyman's eyes sank.

"What the hell is going on?" Shen Qiaoqiao is still confused, but he can feel that something is going to happen.

Hyman took a look at her and said, "I think it should be Chen Bicai playing tricks behind his back and wants to be detrimental to our shop!"

"Ah?" Lao Yuan and Shen Qiaoqiao were shocked, "How do you know it's him?"

"In Huaisang, who else can be rich enough to dig our people and buy so many people to order clothes? Except for Chen Bicai, don't think about it. Hyman snorted coldly, "Since he wants to plan us, we can't be a shrinking turtle, and then his move is!"

Shen Qiaoqiao was quite backbone when he heard what she said, but he couldn't help worrying, "Now there are only a few of us. Why do we finish so many clothes in a day or two? It's too late to find someone..."

"Yes, Miss Xia, what can I do about this? If we can't do it by the deadline, won't we have to lose a lot of money if those people pursue it? Old Yuan is also anxious.

"I'm afraid Chen Bicai is here to make us lose money." Hyman sneered, "We won't let him succeed, losing his wife and losing soldiers!"

She talked about one thing, and the more they listened, the more confused they became. "Do you want to talk about what we should do?"

"Uncle Yuan, last time we went to buy cloth and met a foot seller specializing in embroidery. Do you remember that he said that the women in their whole village depend on needles and threads for a living?

"Yes, what's wrong?" Old Yuan is still puzzled.

Hyman smiled and said, "We took the cut clothes to him, asked him to bring them back to the village, and mobilized all the people to help us sew. We paid them more than their own work. They will definitely take them."

"Yes, this method is workable." Lao Yuan patted his thigh and said, "Okay, I'll go to the market to find him." He said that he rushed out in a hurry.

"You still have a flexible mind." Shen Qiaoqiao saw the response and relaxed.

Haiman didn't care about chatting and pulled Shen Qiaoqiao into the house. "Chaoqiao, just in case, you go to their village with the footman. I will write down all the precautions. At that time, you can sew the clothes according to what I wrote and send someone back immediately after sewing a batch. I still have to do some work on the aftermath.

"Do you want me to go?" Shen Qiaoqiao was a little hesitant.

"Well, only you go, I can't leave, and Uncle Yuan can't leave, so I can only ask you. Don't worry, the people in this nearby village are very simple and kind and won't do anything to you.

Hearing what she said, Shen Qiaoqiao was somewhat relieved and nodded, "Well, I'll go."

With a handful of incense, Uncle Yuan pulled the foot-walking vendor. The foot peddler's name is A Zhi, who carries the embroidery embroidered by the women in the village every day and sells them in Huaisang Market, which is quite prestigious in the village.

When he heard Hyman say the matter again, his eyes immediately shined, "Yes, this matter. I'll go back and say that they must be obedient."

Hyman took out a bag of silver and handed it to him. "This is only half of your wages. When the clothes are ready, I will give you the other half. As for the women in your village, I will let Qiaoqiao pay according to how much they work, and they will not be short. If you are not sure, we can sign a document..."

"No, no, Miss Xia and Shopkeeper Yuan often take care of my business. I can trust you. Don't worry, I'll take care of this!" A Zhi is a very cheerful person, patting his chest and promising her.

"Well, there is one more thing. My sister is not in good health. Please take more care of her." Hyman pointed to Shen Qiaoqiao and said.

A Zhi nodded repeatedly, "Middle, middle!"

"Also, after sending this batch, you can come again before dark, and I should still receive clothes here. You take it and let them do it again. You must make it and send it back before noon tomorrow, okay? Hyman told again.

A Zhi agreed, "Middle, those women in our village are not good at needlework. Don't worry, I'll let them stay up late and make it for you!"

"Good. Uncle Yuan, give our carriage to A Zhi, and it's convenient for him to go back and forth to the city. Haiman reminded Lao Yuan Dao.

"Okay, I'm going to set the car." Lao Yuan saw that Haiman was considerable and arranged in an orderly manner. How could there be any reason not to agree?

When Lao Yuan saw that Shen Qiaoqiao and A Zhi got on the carriage with the cloth and slapped them, "Well, let the old fox Chen Bicai put up a sum of money fiercely..." He suddenly remembered something, "No, Miss Xia, what if we finish the clothes and they don't want it? Didn't we pay for it?"

"I'm also going to tell Uncle Yuan about this!" Hyman smiled and said, "I want to make clothes. They probably don't want it. Anyway, the fixed money is a small amount, but the money for clothes is a large amount.

I have calculated that the fixed money received is more than enough to pay the women in Xiaomo Village. If they don't want clothes, it is also our net profit. As long as we sell these clothes, we will make money.

"For sale? Who are you selling it to? Didn't you cut it according to the size of those people? Old Yuan is still worried.

Hyman smiled confidently, "Huisang City may not sell well, but we don't have to hang ourselves from a tree, do we? I adjusted the clothes that are too small or too big when I cut them. In half a month, there will be the Temple Festival on the other side of Xishan. Everyone has to wear new clothes that day. As long as we take the clothes there, are we worried that no one will buy them?

"Yes, that's right!" Old Yuan slapped fiercely and looked at Haiman with admiration, "Miss Xia, how does your head grow? How can you think so much? It's obviously busy. What's the way to come up with it?

"I'm just learning from other people's experience." Hyman smiled faintly.

Sure enough, as she expected, a group of people who ordered clothes came one after another before dark. She refused to come and took them all. After cutting them, they were cut and handed them back to Xiaomo Village.

When it gets dark, no one comes again. After sending all the work to Xiaomo Village, she became idle, took out the previous work and did it for a while, and then went to bed early. I'm afraid there are a lot of things to deal with tomorrow. You can't do it without good physical strength!

Chen Bicai has also been busy for a day, but he doesn't feel tired and is in a very good mood.

"Master, why are you so happy?" Seeing that he had been smiling, the little concubine couldn't help asking curiously, "Has she made a lot of money today?"

"My lord, when will I not make money?" Chen Bicai smiled conceitedly, "Is there anyone else in Huaisang City who can make more money than me?" Otherwise, how could your little hoof follow me?

The concubine curled her lips, "It's like how much I like your money. Who cares!"

"You don't care about me, okay?" Chen Bicai was in a particularly good mood and didn't care about her. He kissed her fiercely on the cheek, "Oh, wait, there will be a good show tomorrow. Dare to fight with the master? Haha, let you taste the pain like digging meat..."