Scientific Cultivation of Immortals: Making the Flying Sword Gatling at the beginning

Walking on the streets of Yanzhou, Gu Biao thought about the design of the dress.

To be honest, Gu Biao was not a fashion designer in his previous life, he was just a physics teacher, at best he was a master of physics.

He may have some knowledge about the properties of some fabrics, but it is really too difficult for him to design.

"So I have to find the Eldest Princess for the design of this dress. After all, she is a person in the royal family who has seen the world and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It should be more than enough to be a designer."

"And as a vixen, I naturally know how to highlight the charm of women. At most, I can provide some cutting-edge design ideas on the sidelines."

However, before proceeding with the design, the fabric had to be settled first. After all, it was an oiran campaign, so poor quality would definitely not work.

Gu Biao chose some high-quality silk and satin at the silk and satin shop, and Gu Biao paid the money with distress.

Ordinary silks and satins are fine, that kind of thing can be done with a silver tael.

But most of the best silks and satins are things that can only be produced by the monster race, which cost spirit stones!

"Ningyue, oh Ningyue, if you don't want to find a way to repay Uncle Gu after you become an oiran, look at how Uncle Gu will deal with you when the time comes!"

Back at the inn, Gu Biao gently knocked on Su Qianmei's door.

Su Qianmei opened the door and snorted when she saw that it was Gu Biao.

"Hey, good afternoon, princess!" Gu Biao greeted Su Qianmei with a smile on his face.

Su Qianmei raised her eyebrows, turned around and walked back to the house with lotus steps, and returned with a frosty face:

"No, I don't have any subordinates who leave me at night and go out to have fun by myself."

Gu Biaoqiang made a distressed expression: "Princess, this is why you don't understand your subordinates!"

Su Qianmei sat back on the couch, crossed her jade legs, propped her chin with her slender right hand, and looked at Gu Biao leisurely.

That clearly means: please start your performance.

Gu Biao twitched the corners of his mouth, racking his brains to think about how to make up the next story.

After a pause, Gu Biao found a chair and sat down, and continued:

"You are the eldest princess! Going in and out of the brothel with a man will have a bad influence! I am thinking of your reputation!"

"You don't need to care, but we, as subordinates, must think carefully! Even if you lower the punishment, I, Gu Biao, will accept it."

When it came to the end, Gu Biao also made an expression of resignation to death, as if he really thought so much about not taking Su Qianmei.

Su Qianmei sneered sneeringly, her delicate red lips curled up playfully:
"Oh? That's why you are famous in Huanxiang Pavilion? I don't know how deep you are Gu Biao, you are an aunt?"

"Hiss, this woman can't make a mistake, right? How can I, Gu Biao, have depth? I, Gu Biao, only have length!"

Su Qianmei continued to sneer without knowing that Gu Biao was complaining crazily in his heart:

"After singing, Qiutang's sorrow never ceases, and Chun Cong recognizes the amphibious butterfly."

"It's really a good word! I didn't expect that you are not only good at solving crimes, but also have such a talent for writing. It's really a waste of talent to be a spy under me."

Gu Biao forced a smile, and immediately retorted: "Praise, this is definitely an outsider's praise!"

"What kind of person am I, Gu Biao? I, Gu Biao, have always believed in a saying, don't forget the well digger when you drink water!"

Gu Biao clasped his fists in both hands and looked up at the sky:
"It was the eldest princess who discovered me, gave me a chance to show my talents, and became my good teacher and helpful friend on the road of cultivation!"

"It's Gu Biao's honor to be able to work under the eldest princess!"

At the end, Gu Biao turned his head to Su Qianmei, who was watching the play in full leisure, with tears in his eyes and trembling lips.

This performance gave Su Qianmei a chill: "Okay, stop acting, since you're here, tell me what's the matter."

Hearing that Su Qianmei didn't seem to care about what happened last night, Gu Biao's expression changed, and he stated his purpose in a deep voice.

The speed at which her face changed made Su Qianmei amazed.

"That is to say, you want Bengong to help you design clothes and help you capture the heart of this future oiran?"

Su Qianmei walked lightly, came to the table, pinched the teapot with her slender fingers, and poured a cup of hot tea for herself after a while.

"What is captured is not captured. Huanxiangge is a major customer of my era-defining clothing store. Isn't it our purpose as a businessman to serve customers?" Gu Biao laughed.

Su Qianmei's full red lips parted slightly, she took a sip of the hot tea in her hand, took two sips and continued:
"Oh? Then how much do you plan to pay Bengong?"

Speaking of this, Gu Biao was embarrassed: "This... this order has no profit..."

Su Qianmei raised her eyebrows again: "For nothing? Huanxiang Pavilion can't even take out these spirit stones, can it! Or when did you, Uncle Gu, become so kind?"

Gu Biao looked at Su Qianmei with a smile.

After all, she is a senior vixen, Su Qianmei guessed it when she turned her head.

Most of this matter has something to do with the family.

When it comes to the aristocratic family, Su Qianmei became interested again, and her peach blossom eyes suddenly glowed with enthusiasm:

"For this family, what kind of medicine are you going to sell in your gourd?"

Gu Biao got up and picked up the teapot on the table, pouring a few big gulps for himself:

"It's not clear yet what their purpose is, whether it's benevolent or malicious. Soldiers come to cover up the water, but if they want to be strong, I also want to see how many lives they are going to spend!"

Su Qianmei had blue veins popping up on her forehead, trying to resist Gu Biao's appearance of drinking water from the spout of the teapot.

That is the teapot of her eldest princess!

There are countless ministers under her emperor Yunxi's skirt in the whole world, and they are not comparable to a small courtesan.

If people knew about this, there would be no need to dispatch the army of the dynasty, and monks as small as refining Qi and building a foundation, and as big as Jinxian Daluo would come to deal with him!
Out of sight is quiet, Su Qianmei turned her head away from Gu Biao.

Lowering her eyebrows and thinking about Gu Biao's words, Su Qianmei understood Gu Biao's strength.

He had only established the foundation at the beginning, so he could make his golden core clone run around.

Now Gu Biao has gone one step further and achieved Jindan, and it seems that his research is perfect again, that is to say, it will only be stronger than before.

It seems quite interesting to put a hand in, Su Qianmei said with a smile:

"Okay, I agree, but I don't care if you have income from this order, I want twenty middle-grade spirit stones!"

Gu Biao gasped, this vixen is really unkind, this one will take one-third of the net profit of Huanxiangge's clothes order.

It should be that knowing that the clothing store will make a fortune immediately, the price quoted is deliberately sticking to Gu Biao's bottom line.

But Gu Biao also knew that this was considered a vixen's face.

She is the eldest princess of the empire, can she care about your spirit stones?

Others want her to design clothes for you, see if Su Qianmei will agree.

Gritting his teeth with heartache and nodding, Gu Biao agreed to Su Qianmei's request.

"Is there anything else? Go out if you have nothing to do. Don't disturb Ben Gong and design a sketch first."

Gu Biao nodded, pushed the door and walked out, then contacted the people in Huanxiang Pavilion, negotiated the price, and then the textile workshop could be ready for work.