Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 2107 Offended... Do you still want to run?
"I'm sorry, there are too many orders recently. I'm a bit too busy to keep you waiting, Mr. Daxiu."

The owner of the clothing store had a look of apology on his face.

"I understand. After all, the current situation is really complicated." Daxiu shook his head, expressing his understanding: "Miss Asman, you have worked hard these days."

It is an ordinary communication between merchants and buyers, and there is nothing special about it.

Coincidentally...or interestingly, not only are they very similar in appearance, even the name - the name of the female owner of the clothing store is also Asman.

But in fact, the female owner of the clothing store is much younger—the maid in the village, Ms. Asman, is in her thirties, almost forty, and the one in front of her is probably in her early twenties.

Boss Luo and the maid have quietly come behind young Daxiu.

"Who are these two?"

"These two are my friends!" The young man said heartily, "They also plan to come over to order clothes, Miss Asman, please be more affordable!"

"This..." The adult female boss said hesitantly at this moment: "I may not plan to take on any more jobs recently, because there are too many orders on hand. If I really want to order, I'm afraid I will have to wait until the end of St. Three weeks after the maiden ceremony."

"Are there already so many orders?" Daxiu asked in surprise.

"That's right, because the orders for the Holy Maiden Ceremony are due to be shipped in these two days, other orders can only be postponed." Miss Asman said rather helplessly.

Boss Luo smiled and said, "This also proves that there are many people who like the clothing style of this shop."

"Thank you for your compliment, sir." Miss Asman showed a nice smile, "I don't know what kind of clothes you want to order? If you don't mind, maybe I can recommend you to another tailor. , they are equally good."

"Let's just take a look." Boss Luo said, "If it's suitable, there's no problem with the ready-made ones."

Miss Asman thought for a while and said, "Sir, what style do you want?"

"I plan to participate in a public event, so I want to choose some more formal clothes." The maid took the words, and then stretched out her fingers to order a few sample styles in the lobby, "I don't know if there are any other styles. size of."

"Two of them still have a few sizes ready." Miss Asman thought for a while and said, "I can take it out for this gentleman to try on... Please wait a moment. Mr. Daxiu, please wait a moment, Lei Miss Mia's custom-made costume has just been completed."

The boy is naturally happy at the moment.

Now Miss Asman walked into the shop again... Outside, Boss Luo chatted with Daxiu.

"So, Ms. Remia also participated in the float parade today. I don't know which route I took, maybe we can take a look later."

"It's a bit far away." Daxiu apologized: "Remia's parade route today is near the college." Daxiu sighed: "And she doesn't have a separate float."

"Oh why."

Daxiu said helplessly: "Remia's qualifications are a bit shallow, she just entered school not long ago, so she doesn't have a sponsor. At present, she can only share the floats provided by the common academy with other saint girls in similar situations. If it is a senior student , because some of them also participated in the previous session, although they were not selected, they will be sponsored this year, and some will prepare in advance by themselves...the Saint Maiden ceremony is quite complicated."

This is probably the most common thing. The two brothers and sisters who have plunged into the metropolis from the countryside are helpless... Even if they are lucky enough to participate in the ceremony of the Holy Maiden, they are full of poverty.

"But it doesn't matter!" The boy quickly cheered up, "Basically, it is difficult for the first-year saint girls to achieve results, and Remia knows this too. We are gaining experience for the next batch of saint girls. "

Boss Luo said abruptly at this moment: "Then what about you, Mr. Daxiu?"

"Ah? I... what am I?" Daxiu couldn't help but move slightly.

Boss Luo said: "I remember you said that you want to become a member of the [Saint] pro-guard... It seems that this will also be carried out during the Holy Maiden ceremony, don't you need to prepare?"

"Temporarily canceled this year." Daxiu shook his head and said in a low voice, "Because the second half of the ceremony is prepared for [Easter]."

"That's really a pity." Boss Luo smiled slightly.

Daxiu said in astonishment: "How can this be a pity, Mr. Luo... You can't talk nonsense, the master of the Public Security Department is very strict in inspections today!"

Boss Luo didn't say anything.

At this time, Miss Asman came out with a pile of clothes... Daxiu quickly got the custom-made clothes, and then hurriedly left the tailor shop on the grounds that he had to go back to do business.

Boss Luo is interviewing for clothes in the fitting room.

"Usually, men are waiting outside." Miss Asman chatted with the maid lady: "You are the most perfect woman I have ever seen, but it's a pity that the orders on hand are too busy, otherwise If you don’t, I really hope I can sew one for you, especially a long skirt, lady, you are really suitable for a long skirt.”

"Are you the only one in the store, Miss Asman?"

"Well." Miss Asman nodded: "Small business... Although the business is still good after taking over the clothing store from my father, I really can't handle it by myself."

"Why don't you hire an apprentice?"

"Few people are willing to learn this." Miss Asman shook her head and said, "There are even fewer talented people... Maybe it's because I'm picky about the relationship, and I haven't found a suitable one."

"People at home, in fact, can also come out to the store to help." The maid said casually.

"I'm the only one left in the family." Miss Asman smiled and said, "A few years ago, my mother was also called and returned to the embrace of the Lord."

Soon, Boss Luo had tried several different dresses.

"Sir, like this lady, you are also a born hanger!" Miss Asman said with admiring eyes: "You should step onto the spotlight stage, and women will scream for you."

"This is probably a terrible thing." Boss Luo smiled casually.

At this time, he was wearing the last dress, and the maid came forward, tidied it up, and said like a decision: "This one should be the best. Of course, if the size of the cuffs can be fine-tuned, it will be even better." All right."

"If it's just fine-tuning, it will be finished soon." Ms. Asman probably didn't want to miss this business—maybe because the sale was a finished product.

"Then I will trouble you." The maid continued to make a decision.

Only in the way of clothes, Boss Luo has no sovereignty.

After Asman took the clothes and went in to modify them, the maid and Boss Luo were at the counter in the lobby, picking out the buttons on the cuffs of the shirts.

"I have no relatives. I heard that Ms. Asman is the only one left in the family." The maid said nonchalantly: "There is no problem with age...it seems normal."

She picked up a button, then picked up the boss's wrist, and gestured... Probably out of dissatisfaction with the relationship, she quickly put it back.

Boss Luo looked at the button styles on the plate, and he thought that this maid might last a whole day?
Just at this time.

A car slowly stopped outside the door of the clothing store.

The car door opened, and a tall woman wearing sunglasses and a white women's suit stepped down... into the tailor shop.

After the woman took a look at the situation in the store, her eyes paused for a while on Boss Luo and Miss Maid, and then went straight into the space inside the clothing store.

"It seems that Miss Asman's business is really good." Boss Luo smiled casually.

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The sewing machine used was passed down from the ancestors, and Miss Asman was changing the sleeves of the clothes at this time...Suddenly, Miss Asman seemed to remember something.

She stood up in a hurry, then ran to a cabinet beside her, stood on tiptoe, and pulled out a photo album from a pile of books.

She started flipping through it—and soon, she seemed to find the photo she was looking for.

She took out the photo, put it on the lamp and looked at it carefully - this is an old photo handed down from her ancestors.

Yellowed and fuzzy, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an antique.

"It's really similar..."

Miss Asman muttered in a low voice—she would look through these old photos in her spare time—many of them were the styles of clothes recorded by her ancestors, and there were also some photos left by customers.

She can occasionally find inspiration in these old things.

Today she met a woman who wanted to make clothes for her... Then, she found that this woman was very similar to the model in an old photo left by her ancestors.

Miss Asman turned the photo over, and on the back was a line of text written by her ancestors.

—The incomparable Mademoiselle Jeanne.

She read this line of words softly, her eyes were blurred, and she murmured: "What kind of perfect woman is it that can be praised by the ancestors like this..."

"Praise, what."

At this moment, an incongruous voice interrupted Miss Asman's contemplation, and a tall woman in a white women's suit walked in directly at this moment—the woman took off the sunglasses on her face.

The dark blue eyes are as bright as sapphires.

Miss Asman then put the photo away, "Isabelle?"

The tall woman in front of me is the tutor of [Liberty City Academy], Ms. Isabel.

……

"A few sets of clothes that I asked you to help make two days ago, are they ready?"

Isabel sat down directly.

For Ms. Asman, Isabel has always been a strong guy... Hearing this, Ms. Asman said with a wry smile: "How dare I neglect your commission. In order to complete your commission, I pushed you one after another." The orders of several old customers will be blamed."

Isabel said quite casually: "I told you before, you can come to be my full-time tailor, which is much better than you guarding this old shop."

Miss Asman shook her head, "Isabel, I'm already an adult."

"You are special." Isabel narrowed her eyes at this time, "I like the clothes you make very much, just like I like you when you were young. And this love can be maintained forever."

"Just come and ask me to make clothes." Miss Asman shrugged, "I've finished what you want, just wait for me, and I'll bring it out for you right away."

"Wait a minute." Isabel suddenly called out, "Are the two outside your guests?"

"Is there a problem?" Miss Asman frowned suddenly.

"How old is it?" Ms. Isabel asked directly.

"Don't think about it." Miss Asman shook her head and said, "How do you look at them, are they all adults?"

"Why did we meet only now." Isabel sighed with regret, "Time played a trick on me."

Miss Asman seemed not surprised, and said indifferently: "Time is joking with you every day. There are so many beautiful boys and girls in the world. Can you really like them?"

"I'll increase the rent tomorrow?" Isabel suddenly smiled.

"It's really..." Miss Asman sighed helplessly: "O evil capitalist."

This ready-to-wear store is owned by Isabel - not only that, more than [-]% of the entire street is also owned by Isabel.

Miss Asman took out some packed clothes in a short while, but at this time Isabel picked up the dress that was being changed and tried on it.

She stood in front of the mirror and swayed her body.

"It's a nice dress."

"The customer outside this dress asked for it." Miss Asman stared.

"I didn't say I would." Isabel chuckled lightly, looked at Miss Asman with fiery eyes, and said, "I just don't know why, every time I put on the clothes you sewed by yourself, I feel like , seems to have become your feeling."

Miss Asman was startled.

Isabel walked around behind Miss Asman, lightly pressing her shoulders with both hands... Isabel was really tall, at least half a head taller than Miss Asman.

"It became you, or it seemed like you were by my side."

Isabel pressed her cheek lightly to Miss Asman's face, looking at the two reflections in the mirror.

Miss Asman's breathing gradually became heavy.

A voice whispered in his ear, "Actually, the mature Asman... is also very attractive."

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……

As proud as a swan... The woman in a white lady's suit walked out slowly with a bag of clothes - walked straight out of the shop, got into the car and left.

After a while, Miss Asman hurried out with the clothes in her hands.

Maybe it's because of the relatively high temperature in the room inside... At this time, Miss Asman's face looked a little red, and her temples and fair neck were also a little damp.

"Sorry, a regular customer just came." Miss Asman said apologetically, "Sir, I have changed your clothes. Would you like to try again?"

"No need." The maid said coldly at this time: "I don't want this dress... I just want this button."

"Ah?" Miss Asman was startled immediately, quite at a loss, "This..."

"This is a lost work fee, please accept it." The maid threw out a crystal card casually, "I'm sorry to interrupt your time, Miss Asman."

The crystal card...is the wish power crystal card of the petitioner.

Seeing this young lady's gaze, Miss Asman suddenly felt frightened, and was too dazed to speak.

Judging from the vaguely circulating light, the above quota is probably enough to buy an entire clothing store... Miss Asman was even more at a loss at this time.

But the maid and Boss Luo had already bid farewell after paying the compensation, and left directly.

Miss Asman sat in the shop alone in a bit of disappointment, staring at the crystal card in her hand in a daze...the amount in it was more than she had imagined...much more!

"Hey, why did you just leave, I really want to make clothes for her once..."

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"Miss, where are we going now?"

On the way, the driver looked in the rearview mirror and asked Ms. Isabel in the back seat... The driver was also a beautiful girl.

Isabel was about to speak.

"A black...butterfly?"

At this moment, the beautiful girl driver was suddenly startled... only a bang was heard, and the tires of the car burst suddenly, and then it was difficult to continue in the direction-in panic, the beautiful girl driver only had time to step on the brakes.

However, in order to avoid the following car...the car, it finally lost control and crashed into the water pump beside the road.

Bang-!
The front of the car was directly destroyed... But thanks to the airbag, the lives of the two people in the car were not in danger.

Isabel climbed out of the car in some embarrassment, but the blown water pump was spraying water crazily at this moment.

Like a torrential rain, Isabel, who was in a mess, was immediately wet... She became even more embarrassed, like a drowned chicken.

"It's really... unlucky."

Isabel looked at the predicament in front of her rather at a loss.

(End of this chapter)