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Tang Baozhu did not inform Ning Jinchuan when she went to Shanghai this time. She only took Song Xiaohua and quietly left Suhe Town.

Because of the message Ning Yanchu brought before, she felt a sense of crisis. What did it mean that the sales volume of silk was zero in the past six months?

Even though silk has reached the off-season, it was the peak season before. The quality of silk produced by Tang's Silk Factory is obvious to all. How could it be possible that the sales volume in Shanghai's Dayang Department Store was zero? She suspected that Ning Jinchuan was doing something fishy.

So this time she went quietly, and she had to find out about the market issues first before doing any research.

After a day's ferry ride, Tang Baozhu was fine, but Song Xiaohua was seasick and vomited all over. When they arrived in Shanghai, they could not even stand steadily and had to rely on Tang Baozhu's support to get off the boat.

Shanghai is indeed the city with the fastest economic development in the early Republic of China. There is a lot of traffic and people. Besides the porters, there are also many cruise ships moving slowly on the dock. On the deck, there are beautiful women in elegant clothes.

The classical buildings that continued from the Bund were so attractive that Song Xiaohua became more alert and couldn't help but take a few more glances. She sighed,

"This is Shanghai,"

"Yeah, the prosperous Magic City."

"I suddenly feel so insignificant. Can I really make a name for myself in Shanghai?"

When Tang Baozhu came, she boasted to Song Xiaohua that she would not return to Suhe Town unless she conquered a new world. That was why Song Xiaohua followed her with great enthusiasm. However, she backed out the first second after getting off the boat.

Tang Baozhu blinked at Song Xiaohua.

"Yeah, how do you know if you don't try?"

As if she was infected by Tang Baozhu, Song Xiaohua immediately gathered her strength.

"Well, come on, here we come to Shanghai."

Tang Baozhu and Song Xiaohua didn't have time to put down their suitcases before they found out that they had found the Ocean Department Store.

Song Xiaohua stood at the entrance of the mall with her eyes wide open. The department store adopted a classical style of architecture with Baroque decorations. It was an eight-story building with a brick and wood structure as the main body, and there was a three-story tower on top. It looked particularly spectacular.

"This is so beautiful! I get excited when I think about selling our silk here."

Tang Baozhu looked up at the sign of the department store.

"This is the most prosperous area in Shanghai. It was invested and founded by Mr. Ning. It sells more than 10,000 kinds of daily necessities and operates teahouses, amusement parks, hotels, restaurants and other businesses. It is currently the largest department store."

Song Xiaohua looked at Tang Baozhu with admiration.

"Second Miss Tang, you actually know everything,"

"Well, I did my homework when I came here,"

In fact, she remembered most of the plots in the original novel. There was a reason why Ning Jinchuan had such a high status.

The two followed the crowd into the department store. Song Xiaohua felt very curious along the way, looking around.

Instead, Tang Baozhu has been observing the customer flow, the flow of people shopping in department stores, as well as their consumption levels and hobbies.

Soon the two found the sign of Tang's Silk Weaving Factory on the first floor.

Ning Jinchuan was quite helpful. The store he was given was not small and the address was not remote, but it was categorized as a luxury goods store. There were many beauty and cosmetics stores, high-end fabrics, and gold jewelry stores around it.

Song Xiaohua sighed,

"With this decoration, this sign, this design and this arrangement, the silk from our silk weaving factory will definitely sell well."

Tang Baozhu shook her head.

Because up to now, they have been in the department store for half an hour, and almost no one has set foot in the silk section. Without customers, how can there be any sales?

Tang Baozhu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. She walked into the shop while pulling Song Xiaohua and carrying the luggage.

The decoration of the shop is quite good, and it uses expensive glass windows. The advertisements on the windows are also ingenious, with the price of silk carefully written on them, and a reminder that the price is fixed.

The decoration is also very classical, and there is sandalwood in the room, which makes it more noble.

There was a salesperson wearing a cheongsam behind the counter, but she was dozing off at the counter, probably because there were not many customers.

Tang Baozhu and Song Xiaohua stepped in, startling the wind chimes hanging on the door. The tinkling sound indicated that guests were coming in.

The salesman opened his eyes lazily, and did not stand up immediately. Instead, he looked Tang Baozhu and Song Xiaohua up and down.

Tang Baozhu and Song Xiaohua had been on the ferry for a whole day, so their clothes were already wrinkled. In addition, they were carrying suitcases, and they looked exhausted. They didn't look like people who were going to spend money.

Song Xiaohua was in even more of a state because she was vomiting all over the ferry. She looked very miserable, with a pale face and the appearance of being malnourished.

The salesman frowned.

"This is not the hotel. Turn left when you exit the hotel."

Tang Baozhu raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything. Instead, she put down the suitcase and looked around.

The salesman frowned even more.

"You have never been to a department store, right? The merchandise here is expensive and not affordable for ordinary people. These silks are high-end products, very valuable and not wearable by ordinary people. Hey, don't touch them. You can't afford to pay for them if they get dirty."

Tang Baozhu stopped just as she was about to touch Su Xiu's hand and looked at the salesperson in surprise.

Song Xiaohua nervously pulled at the corner of Tang Baozhu's clothes.

“The salespeople here are so scary.”

The salesperson saw Tang Baozhu paused, thinking that she understood, and snorted coldly,

"What you just saw is our treasure. It is not only intricately crafted, but also hand-embroidered. One piece is worth fifteen dollars, which is enough for three months' salary. Don't touch it. You can't afford the compensation if you break it."

"Really? If such expensive fabric is not allowed to be touched, how can I know if it is good?"

Tang Baozhu just got the Su embroidery in her hands.

The salesman exclaimed,

"I told you not to touch it. I don't know where you got it from. It will be hard to sell such expensive fabric if it gets dirty. If you really want to buy it, you can buy it from cheap vendors out there."

Song Xiaohua couldn't help but frown.

“Is this the legendary snob?”

The salesperson was sorting out the Suzhou embroidery in a bad mood.

"This is a high-end mall. There are no cheap goods in it. If you want to buy fabrics that suit you, this is not the place for you."

Tang Baozhu chuckled.

"You mean, I'm not worthy of buying your stuff?"

"Do I have to make it clear? We don't accept poor people here."

Tang Baozhu was so angry that she didn't know where Ning Jinchuan found this weird salesperson.

"Your service attitude can really sell goods. With your quality, I'm afraid you can't sell any goods. I think the goods in your store are average, and the salesperson is even more average. No wonder you can't sell anything."

"Hiss, you poor and stubborn bastard, you can't afford it but still come here to buy it. Let me tell you, this store was personally taken care of by Mr. Ning. It's not your turn to have any say in the store that Mr. Ning likes. The owner behind it is Mr. Ning's lover. You country bumpkin, don't you know who Mr. Ning is?"

Song Xiaohua couldn't help coughing and secretly glanced at Tang Baozhu's face.

"What...Mr. Ning has a lover?"

Tang Baozhu was so angry. No wonder Ning Jinchuan said before that he couldn't sell a piece of silk. It would be strange if it could be sold. The salesperson was a snob. Ning Jinchuan was flattering her.