Hello, Ms. Funina

Qianzhiwu, located on the busiest street in the Fontaine Lyonnais district, seems to have a small storefront, but people often stop in front of the window to watch.

The blonde girl pushed open the door of this clothing store, which is located on the busiest street in Fontaine and is named after the designer.

A crisp bell sounded from above her head, as if wishing good luck to all customers who came to the store. The girl thought that from the rumors she heard from the proprietress of [Ripple Clothing Store], she might really need such a blessing.

"Welcome to [Qianzhiwu], what do you need?" A greeting that was not very enthusiastic but full of confidence came.

The owner of the voice glanced at the girl from behind the workbench, with an exotic figure and fascinating eyes - just as the proprietress of [Ripple Clothing Store] said.

Brown long hair, yellow highlights, red eyes, a very beautiful proprietress, she looked no more than 20 years old.

"Advanced customization? Or ready-made clothing?"

Seeing that the girl did not respond, she asked the girl again.

The boss lady's tone made the girl feel that no matter how high the status of the nobles was, they were just guests entering her kingdom, and she would sit on the high throne and ask questions, letting people choose the rewards they wanted.

It was a strange feeling, but the boss lady was very queen.

Perhaps, many people wanted to be stepped on by her.

The blonde girl couldn't help but have this strange guess.

"I want to customize a dress..." the girl said.

Hearing this, her expression softened a little.

Seeing this, the girl understood and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. It seems that in this kingdom of clothing, it is a happy thing for this queen-like boss lady to tailor clothes for customers and customize beautiful clothes for them in the name of the king.

That's right, after all, it is a fashion designer who makes clothes for customers. Seeing the satisfied expressions of customers, she must be very happy, right?

Well, in this case, if she is asked to make a suitable and handsome dress for the gentleman, the gentleman will like it too!

The blonde girl thought confidently, and she was very happy to serve the man wearing a bird beak mask.

This might be the best case scenario. The girl thought so in her heart.

Because the boss lady who recommended the girl here has been praising the designer's exquisite craftsmanship. Some even couldn't help but open her own private wardrobe to show off to the girl, wishing to lock the girl in her wardrobe for a day.

The boss lady also said that the boss was rarely in the store, and when she was in the store, it meant that she was in a good mood.

But the girl swallowed her saliva silently again.

Because it is said that when the luck is bad, the boss will always encounter some incredible things when he is in the store, such as... some annoying people come to make trouble.

"Requirements for dresses?"

The boss lady with a queen-like style spoke again. She had already walked out from behind the workbench, with a tape measure around her neck and her tool bag tied around her waist, which contained rulers, small scissors, paintbrushes, needles and threads and other tailoring tools.

"It should be in the style of winter, very handsome, can highlight the body, with wide shoulders and thin waist..."

The blonde girl kept talking about her requirements, like pouring water, and it was out of control.

"Well... how tall is the person wearing the dress?"

The proprietress nodded and said.

"About 1.78 to 1.83 meters..."

The girl recalled the height of the gentleman and said.

"Is the error so big? OK, I get it... come back in a month to pick it up."

The proprietress Qianzhi frowned, but she did not refuse the girl's request.

"Eh? One month, so long?"

The girl was a little surprised. It was just a dress, why did it take a month?

Qianzhi sighed impatiently at the girl's layman's question.

"Slow work makes fine work. You can also expedite it and pay 50% more for the custom dress, and you can get it in a week."

Qianzhi crossed her arms and said coldly.

"Uh... how much does it cost?"

The girl touched her purse, feeling a little uneasy.

"Custom dresses range from one million to ten million Mora, depending on the customer's requirements for fabric. What about you? What kind of fabric do you want?"

Qianzhi asked.

"That's the best!"

The girl said without hesitation.

"Okay, then it's 10 million Mora. Do you want to rush it? A total of 15 million Mora. You need to pay a 30% deposit first, come to pick it up today next week, and then the final payment."

Qizhi stretched out her hand and asked for Mora.

"Uh... I'd better not rush it. I can wait."

The girl pinched her purse. She didn't have much money, only about 20 million Mora, but it included her accommodation and food expenses, as well as the returnThe girl didn't want to wait a week for the fare back to Dongzhi. After getting the clothes, she couldn't go back.

"Haha... OK, then pay three million Mora first."

Qianzhi chuckled, not to laugh, but to be amused by the girl's expression from determination to hesitation and finally giving up.

This blonde girl is very cute, very beautiful, and a little silly.

She ordered the most expensive dress right away. It seems that the person wearing the dress is someone the girl cares about very much.

Moreover, according to the characteristics of the other party described by the girl, it should be a man.

Alas, another girl in love!

Qianzhi sighed in her heart. She had seen many girls like this, all of whom were in love with their partners at all costs.

However, Qianzhi didn't know that the girl was not in love, but out of gratitude and respect for that person, and the desire to repay the other party's gratitude.

Moreover, the money on the girl was not her own, but that gentleman's.

Pantarone: Dotole, why are my 20 million Mora gone again?

Dotole: If the child likes it, let her buy it. Don't be stingy.

The blonde girl left after explaining the customization requirements and paying the deposit. Not long after the girl left, Krevy entered [Qianzhi House].

"Welcome to [Qianzhi House], what do you need?"

It was that half-dead voice again. Qianzhi looked at the visitor and raised his eyebrows.

"Krevy? Are you here to customize clothes for Lady Funina?"

"Uh... No, I'm here to ask about the behavior of the guest who just came in."

Krevy shook her head and said.

"Oh? Is she a suspect, or did she do something illegal?"

Qianzhi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No, I'm just asking you in a private capacity."

Krevy didn't lie.

"Sorry, since it's a private capacity, I have no reason to sell my customer's information. Please go back, or you can take out the approval document from Mo Mang Palace."

Qianzhi refused without hesitation.

Not disclosing guests' personal privacy is one of her professional ethics.