Reborn in a New Era: Spoiled to Tears After Marrying a Rough-Looking Veteran

Chapter 142 Follow
Just when I was riding around the corner, I took a sneak peek, and sure enough, I saw Zhou Xiaoyuan at the corner.

Qiao touched her chin again. She was thinking that Brother Yuan's intention in following her was to worry about her, so did he let her find out on purpose?

What if it was unintentional.

Joe again chose to pretend not to see it.

After Lu Wenwen parked the car, she took Qiao Youyou's arm and walked to the mall.

The two of them went straight to the fabric counter and selected the fabrics. To be honest, the fabrics were indeed beautiful, but expensive. Qiao was shocked when she saw that a piece of fine silk could be sold for more than ten yuan a foot.

The cost of the required fabric alone is tens of dollars.

She gritted her teeth and bought it.

"It's so expensive." Lu Wenwen couldn't help but sigh, and asked worriedly: "Also, if we make clothes with such high cost, can the military doctor be willing to buy them?"

"I told her the approximate price." Qiao also took this into consideration and informed her in advance to reduce the risk of not selling. Of course, she also had other preparations.

"Even if it doesn't sell, we just use it to promote it."

"it is good."

"Let's go shopping again." Qiao had another idea and decided to prolong the time and play outside for a day to let Brother Yuan adapt to the days when he was alone outside.

Although she also likes to be with Brother Yuan, she also knows that people need separate personal space. She longs for a sense of accomplishment in her career, and Brother Yuan must be the same.

Besides, freshness is very important, and she feels that appropriate distance is necessary.

What's more, Zhou Xiaoyuan was too pathologically concerned about her. She felt sorry for him and hoped that he would get well.

Qiao really spent a whole day shopping with Lu Wenwen again. Not only did they go shopping, but they also watched movies, dealt with some business matters, and went to the black market to pick up some missing fabrics.

"I'll trade it with you for industrial tickets, how about it?" Qiao restrained his social fear again and asked the two brothers selling fabrics expressionlessly.

When the two brothers saw what they were wearing, they originally wanted to make a deal, but Qiao looked at them again for no reason. He felt unstable and directly gave a price: "Okay, one industrial ticket for one foot of cloth."

"Your fabric just looks good in design and color, but of average quality. An industrial ticket can be exchanged for a one-foot-five piece of fabric."

Joe didn't hesitate to bargain again.

The man immediately shook his head: "No, we finally brought it back from the south. We didn't know how much energy was spent on the way. We won't sell it if it is more than one foot two."

"Then one foot two." Qiao agreed decisively again. Her psychological price range was also the same. Before the man could react, she quickly changed the subject: "You said that you should have your own channels for getting cloth from the south. If the price If it’s suitable, why not cooperate with me, you provide the fabric and I’ll give you the money.”

At this time, Qiao stopped mentioning the industrial tickets, implying that his ordinary status would not put the two girls in danger on the black market.

"How much do you give?" the two brothers looked at each other and asked.

Joe added: "Of course it's the market price."

The two brothers were a little disappointed, but Wang Bo, who was the eldest brother, asked: "Can you always accept our goods? All of them?"

"Some are not good, but these are okay." Qiao is not just fighting for it randomly. An extra batch of fresh designs and colors can bring more styles. After all, in addition to high-end, there are also daily styles.

After all, the colors in the south are better than here in the provincial capital, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this business.

(End of this chapter)