Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

Xiaomeng paid in full for that gorgeous dress, but to her surprise, she couldn't even take it with her.

Because this item needs to fit perfectly, it requires minor adjustments.

Tomorrow, the tailor will adjust the clothes so that the skirt can be supported on a special mannequin and transported to the warehouse designated by the buyer.

Xiaomeng doesn't have a walk-in closet big enough in Beijing to fit this dress.

I had no choice but to ask Xiong Zijian to send the dress back to Guangzhou first.

By the way, this garment is very delicate; it cannot be folded or compressed.

Because silk taffeta is prone to permanent creases. Once unsightly creases appear, the garment has to be returned to the designer for readjustment.

Therefore, when the owner is not wearing it, there must be a place to place the mannequin holding up the skirt.

Yes, the condition for purchasing is that the designer assumes you have a large enough warehouse or showroom to store these clothes.

Not bad, today's daily tasks are almost complete. Xiaomeng said goodbye to the designer with satisfaction.

"Wait, Miss Lin, I've noticed that you really like wearing sneakers with everything."

"Please, when you wear the clothes I designed, could you please wear a pair of nice little leather shoes too?" Xiong Zijian said to Xiaomeng, mustering his courage.

"What, leather shoes?" Xiao Meng's eyes involuntarily rolled upwards when she imagined herself having to wear leather shoes to go shopping in sweltering heat.

She resisted the urge to look at Xiong Zijian's expression. "Wearing leather shoes isn't appropriate where we live; sandals are more suitable."

Okay, I promise I'll carefully choose a pair of leather slippers to match it.

"What, slippers..." Xiong Zijian resisted the urge to touch the tic-tac-toe mark on his head.

Please, you mustn't do this. I...

Okay, let's go. I'll pay for a pair for you myself, you don't need to buy them yourself.

Xiong Zijian drove Xiaomeng to a nearby alley.

"Pihuo Hutong?" Xiaomeng read the street sign at the entrance of the contract.

Xiong Zijian called to Xiaomeng from a doorway about twenty meters away, "Miss Lin, come here."

You'd better keep up, or you'll easily get lost.

Xiaomeng quickened her pace and followed Xiong Zijian into the courtyard.

"The shop I brought you here has a long-established craftsmanship."

Before liberation, they made custom-made dancing leather shoes for the city's elite.

In recent years, the younger generation in his family has taken over the business. They went to a technical college specializing in leather making to learn Italian shoemaking techniques.

arrive."

Xiong Zijian walked through the half-open, peeling red gate and immediately called out, "Are you home, Kangzi?"

Someone inside answered, "I'm here? In the main room."

Xiong Zijian walked through the courtyard, up the steps, and pushed open the door to the main room.

The room was nothing like an old-fashioned Beijing residence; there were no round-backed chairs or eight-immortal tables.

There was only a room full of leather and shoemaking tools, such as small hammers, chisels, nails, and spools of thread.

"It's Zijian! What a rare guest! What brings you here?" A young man wearing a leather apron stood up.

The young man looked energetic, his bangs were combed up with hair wax, and he wore a well-fitting shirt and black trousers under his leather apron. He had belts tied around his elbows and brass thimbles on his hands.

He extended his hand to shake hands with Xiong Zijian.

Xiong Zijian pointed behind him, "I've brought you a customer who wants to buy a pair of Mary Jane shoes with ivory satin. Do you have any square-toed ones?"

My guest's feet can't withstand the slightest discomfort.

Kangzi glanced down and saw that under Xiaomeng's elegant trench coat was a pair of common mesh oversized sneakers.

It still doesn't come with any added height.

This guest looks like he's ready to run an 800-meter test at any moment.

Her trench coat was made of expensive fabric, yet she still liked to wear sneakers that cost several hundred yuan.

Kangzi turned and went into the inner room. "Yes, there are square-toed lambskin Mary Jane flats, ballet flat style."

He came out a moment later. "Here you are. Miss, you usually wear size 38, right?"

"Yes, that's amazing, you recognized it at a glance."

"Hey, it's just basic stuff. Try these shoes on."

Xiaomeng sat on the small stool for changing shoes and watched Kangzi take out a pair of exquisite little leather shoes from the shoe box.

"It's only a tiny bit, three centimeters. You can try it."

The front of the shoe has an ivory-colored satin pleated upper.

The satin on the shoe's upper was slightly wrinkled, like the surface of water shimmering with a soft glow.

When I put the shoes in the shoebox, I didn't think they were anything special.

But when the shoe was slipped onto Xiaomeng's foot, it immediately appeared graceful and elegant.

Compared to the other foot wearing chunky sneakers, it was much smaller.

Xiong Zijian sighed, "Miss Lin, I'm begging you."

When you wear my clothes, please, please make sure to wear these little leather shoes with them.

I'm really begging you.