With the girl coming in, An Zhisu's store was still the same as she remembered. The nose was cold plum scent, it smelled very comfortable. The cheongsam in the store was neatly neatly arranged, and each had its own area. The girl took good care of the shop.

"Miss, do you want to sit down first or transfer to me first?" The girl asked after An Zhisu came in.

An Zhisu shook his head: "Without handover, you can tell me how much stock is left in the store and how many customers' orders have not been completed."

The girl nodded and introduced An Zhisu's current situation. The inventory in the store is only the proofs placed in the store. As for the order, An Zhisu does not need to worry about it. After the customer ordered the cheongsam from here, all were cut by the clothing department of Anshi Group. There will be direct delivery to the door, so even if there are uncompleted orders, Anshi Group will continue to complete.

An Zhisu is quite satisfied with this situation. She is going to close the store for the time being, so without the trouble of subsequent orders, she can just close the door and post a notice on the outside.

"Thank you, did Anshi Group pay you the salary?" An Zhisu said thankfully.

The girl laughed: "I will leave the shop to you, and then go to the head office to settle the wages. Here are the keys to the shop. I told them at the headquarters and said that everything here is left to you."

"Okay, thank you." An Zhisu nodded.

The girl did not stay any longer, took her own bag, left her belongings box.

After the girl left, An Zhisu looked up in the shop alone. She looked at each cheongsam carefully, and the more she frowned, the more she looked at her brows. After reading it all, there are only two words of evaluation in my mind: garbage!

An Zhisu's anger suddenly came up. This is who designed the cheongsam, the style is monotonous, the color match is ugly and explosive, and the level of embroidery is still in the kindergarten stage. Even if it was five years ago, An Zhisu designed a cheongsam, and it can explode any one here.

An Zhisu didn't want to look at these defective products at a glance. She didn't find the boxes when she looked around. So she went upstairs and planned to find a few empty boxes and put the garbage away. Such ugly clothes do not deserve to be labeled as Su Yan, and even discounted, she feels an insult to her mother.

......

A luxurious private car was slowly stopped at the corner of the old street. After the car stopped, two expensively dressed women came down from the inside. Because of the good maintenance, they could not see the actual age, but only the difference. Four or five years old.

"Dasao, why do you think you were here today?" Ye Jingmei, a slightly younger woman, held the other woman's arm. The two aunts looked very good.

Bai Xinci smiled elegantly: "Walk around casually, I remember there is a cheongsam shop on this street."

"Look at the cheongsam again, but Dasao looks good in a cheongsam. I can't wear the cheongsam temperament. Which one? What's the name?" Ye Jingmei said, looking around.

"I remember as Su Yan." Bai Xinci recalled.

"Su Yan? The name is pretty good." Ye Jingmei's words fell, and her eyes lit up: "Dao, look, that's not it."

Bai Xinci looked down her hand, and she saw a cheongsam shop, so the aunts walked over.

When the two came in, nobody was in the shop. The aunt and two thought that the salesperson had gone out, and looked at them casually.

Ye Jingmei didn't understand the cheongsam. In her opinion, the cheongsam looked the same. She mainly accompanied Bai Xinci to look at it, and helped her by reference.

"Aunt, which one do you like? When the salesperson comes back, let her give you a try." Ye Jingmei and Bai Xinci asked after looking around.

Bai Xinci's face showed disappointment, then shook his head.

"None of them?" Ye Jingmei said incomprehensibly. "I look good. The water lake blue with golden thread embroidered matches the temperament of Dasao."