Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

Xia Jinting looked at the envelope sealed with wax, and suddenly became sober.

All the people in the hall looked at him eagerly, especially the people from Jiang's family. Although they were smiling, their movements were very strong, as if Xia Jinting would not leave unless he accepted the invitation.

As soon as Xia Jinting's fingertips touched the envelope, the servants of Jiang's family ordered loudly: "Open the box and let Mr. Xia look at the clothes!"

Inside the box was a sapphire blue silk gown, which was very valuable at first glance.

"Jiang Shao hopes that Mr. Xia can wear his heart to attend the reception." The servant of the Jiang family said earnestly.

Before Xia Jinting could express his opinion, Master Xia stepped forward to take the brocade box first, and promised repeatedly: "Yes, yes, the dog will definitely wear it." Then, he slapped Xia Jinting on the back, "Not yet Hurry up and thank Young Master Jiang..."

Xia Jinting stared at the servants of Jiang's family who were standing with their heads down, but did not answer.

At first, Xia Jinting didn't understand why Jiang Kuan gave him a fancy dress and invited him to a reception, but now, he fully understood.

Jiang Kuan wanted him to wear a Chinese dress to attend a Western-style reception.

Western-style receptions have their own special dress requirements. Attendees wear Western-style dresses, which can be a solemn tuxedo or a more casual lapel collar suit.

Wearing fancy clothes to attend Western-style receptions has always been inconsistent with social etiquette.

Given the family background of the Xia family, the original owner was naturally not qualified to attend receptions and other events. If he didn't know the social etiquette, and rashly listened to Jiang Kuan's words, he would definitely become a laughing stock.

"Speak up." Seeing that Xia Jinting remained silent, Master Xia wiped his sweat with his sleeves in a hurry.

"Things... I'll take it, thank you Jiang Shaomei for me." Xia Jinting thanked him, but there was no smile on his face.

The servants of Jiang's family were politely sent away, but Mr. Xia, as the master of the family, followed him in a hurry to make arrangements, for fear that others would not see his hospitality.

Naturally, Xia Jinting's punishment was unavoidable.

Master Xia's attitude is very clear, as long as Xia Jinting is obedient and obedient to marry someone, he doesn't mind providing her with good food and drink.

However, in Xia Jinye's view, such an attitude was unbearable.

He was used to being pampered, used to Xia Jinting not being as good as him in everything, this time Xia Jinting suddenly got such a good material, Xia Jinye's eyes turned red with envy.

Xia Jinye, who was "buying suits" one at a time, changed the subject and wanted the silk robes in the brocade box.

Mrs. Chen was annoyed by his quarrel, and cursed casually: "That's a silky high-end product, our family doesn't have the money."

Xia Jinting glanced at the sobbing Xia Jinye, and stuffed the brocade box into his hand: "Take it if you want."

Xia Jinye was taken aback by this calm attitude, and for a moment he forgot to choke.

Xia Jinting shook off the hot potato, and his steps were much lighter, but Master Xia was in a hurry, snatched the box from Xia Jinye's hand, and kept calling Xia Jinting's name.

The front hall was filled with Chen's yelling and Xia Jinye's crying, and it became a mess in an instant.

Xia Jinting returned to the west chamber, even though he had made psychological preparations in advance, he was still shocked by the simple furnishings in the house.

There are not many decent pieces of furniture in the small space, and the dilapidated wooden tables and chairs are rickety, making a harsh "creaking" sound as soon as the body touches them.

The tea sets on the table are gaudy in color and poorly crafted, so you can tell at a glance that they are street stalls.

It is early autumn now, the weather is getting cooler, but the quilt on the bed is very thin, and the quilt has been washed white.

It wasn't until this moment that Xia Jinting really understood how difficult the life of the original owner was.

Xia's family is a den of tigers and wolves. His father is addicted to gambling, his stepmother is mean and mean, and his brother is selfish.

Looking at the lacquered storage box, Xia Jinting sighed softly and opened the lid.

Inside are some old Chinese clothes, most of which are made of linen, and there are very few quilted ones, let alone brocade.

As Xia Jinting expected, the brocade robe worn when meeting Jiang Kuan was the best clothes of the original owner.

After counting the clothes, Xia Jinting found the original owner's savings hidden in the hidden pockets of the clothes, but a few silver dollars plus a few small silver coins are nothing compared to the huge living expenses.

But the original owner treasured them up, Xia Jinting put the bag of silver dollars in his hand, feeling heavy in his heart.

In the eyes of most people, the original owner lived a miserable life, but Xia Jinting saw the original owner's enthusiasm for life from the purse and the spotless house.

In a sense, they are the same people, both accustomed to finding hope in desperate situations.

For example, right now, Jiang Kuan is sure that Xia Jinting doesn't have decent clothes, so he can only wear the fancy clothes he gave him to make a fool of himself at a Western-style reception, but Xia Jinting is not as good as he wants.

It is true that Xia Jinting did not have enough capital to order a suit in that suit shop, but he was familiar with the history of clothing, but he knew that in the early years of the Republic of China, there was already a clothing rental business.

Among them, the clothes rented out by specialized suit stores are of better quality and higher prices, while the clothes rented out by institutions such as photo studios are of lower quality but also lower prices.

If you don’t have money to buy a suit, then borrow it.

Xia Jinting made up his mind and began to "do his homework".

Even if you are renting a suit, you must choose the one with the highest cost performance, preferably one with high quality and low price.

After several inquiries, Xia Jinting chose Fanghua Photo Studio. This photo studio will buy photography clothing according to different fashions in each season. The clothing rental business is also quite famous, and the price is discounted for the first time.

On the day of the visit, Xia Jinting wore a blue cloth gown and was very plainly dressed.

The staff of Fanghua Photo Studio were very enthusiastic, and they never neglected Xia Jinting because of his clothes.

Not many people came to take pictures, and the photo studio on the second floor was very quiet.

Xia Jinting was led to the clothing rental area by the staff. What is satisfactory is that the clothing in the rental area is neatly displayed, and there are no problems such as stains, damage, or dyeing.

Each set of clothing is recorded by a special person. Xia Jinting flipped through the handmade atlas, marveling at the ingenuity of the drawer, and the few strokes are so perfect.

"Let me take a look at this set." Xia Jinting chose one.

It was a navy blue single-breasted suit with lapel lapels. The basic silhouette was an inverted trapezoid with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. It was a very typical British style.

The staff quickly fetched the clothes according to the corresponding number, and led Xia Jinting to the fitting area.

The fittings are divided into three compartments, and a curtain is hung in front of each compartment for good privacy.If customers need it, they can also choose to be dressed by the staff.

Xia Jinting has long been used to earning his own living in modern times, and he is purely gay, so he blushed when he heard the staff's words, and politely refused.

With the curtain drawn, Xia Jinting had time to carefully observe the environment of the fitting room. To his surprise, the fitting room in the Republic of China photo studio was not inferior to the fitting room in the modern clothing store.

This small space was clearly arranged carefully, with footstools, clothes hangers, and even a faint western fragrance.

The comfortable atmosphere made people feel refreshed, Xia Jinting no longer hesitated, and started to change clothes.

At the same moment when Xia Jinting took off his gown, Gu Que helped Mrs. Jiang into the photo studio.

Mrs. Jiang wore a cheongsam of heavy satin with a green background and a light yellow jasmine silk scarf today, which was very elegant and attractive.

With a smile on her face, she patted Gu Que's hand happily: "This silk scarf was picked out for me by Qingyun girl, I look pretty good, what do you think?"

Gu Que nodded and said, "If you think it's good, then it must be good."

Naturally, everyone loves to hear good words, Mrs. Jiang said cheerfully, "Don't worry, Qingyun is thinking of you, well, this is a gift from her." Then she took out a light gray scarf from her handbag.

Gu Que looked at the scarf, and said helplessly, "I've made it clear to Ms. Wang that I'm not her lover, I can't accept this scarf..."

Mrs. Jiang also knew that Gu Que had always had his own ideas. Since he talked about this, it would be impossible for him to have a relationship with the county magistrate's daughter Wang Qingyun.

This grandson is capable, good-natured, and filial. There is only one thing, and the marriage has not been settled for a long time.

Mrs. Jiang was anxious, and she couldn't push too much, so she stuffed the scarf into Gu Que's hand, and persuaded: "Qingyun woven it by herself, so I don't want to let down the girl's family's wishes. She knows You definitely wouldn’t accept it, so you turned a corner and asked me to bring it to you, you just think it’s from me.”

For a moment, the lively atmosphere was a little stagnant.

Gu Que didn't want to spoil the old lady's interest, so he agreed and gently persuaded the old lady to go to the second floor to take pictures first.

A sharp-eyed staff member took the initiative to wrap the scarf for Gu Que and put it aside.

Not long after, Xia Jinting changed into his suit.As soon as the door of the fitting room was opened, the eyes of the staff waiting beside suddenly lit up.

Originally, Xia Jinting was wearing a blue shirt, which covered all the curves of his body, but this time he changed into a suit, which showed a good proportion.

The young man in the mirror has slender legs and a tall and straight figure. His already fair complexion is accentuated by the dark blue suit, making him a completely different person from when he entered the store.

Xia Jinting nodded in satisfaction, he had already noticed that the original owner's body proportions were very good, but was concealed by the robes, and now he changed into a suit that highlighted his figure, looking like a handsome young man.

Such a set of suits and odds and ends, rented for two days only used some scraps of silver, Xia Jinting paid the money, and left the photo studio with the clothes packed by the staff.

Little did he know that just as he left, Mrs. Jiang and Gu Que had finished taking photos on the back. When the two left the store, the staff took inventory of the guests, and their expressions suddenly changed.

The scarf that was packed just now has disappeared.

The staff didn't dare to offend Gu Que, the big Buddha, and their voice trembled when they explained: "Third Master, I'm really sorry, there was a guest in front who came to borrow clothes, and I gave him your things by a small mistake."

Gu Que's expression was light when he heard the words, he had clearly rejected Wang Qingyun, but the other party still refused to let him go, and the scarf...you can tell it was not hand-woven at a glance.

In Gu Que's eyes, Wang Qingyun's little tricks were nothing more than the petty tricks of the rich lady, so he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't even care much about the scarf.

Gu Que looked at the panic-stricken staff, and said softly, "It's okay."

Watching the Gu family leave, the staff member with a heart in his throat finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the deposit amount on the account book, he couldn't help but think of the young man who took the scarf by mistake.

No wonder people often say that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. With this suit on, the poor boy also has the appearance of a banished fairy.