Liang Jian: I have a canteen

After listening to Xu San's words, Xiao Mei said, "But there is no absolute equality in this society."

"Then we should achieve relative equality. The balance between men and women cannot always be tilted. Maybe one day it will tip in favor of women."

"Is it possible?" Miako asked.

Japan is a country with a strong patriarchal mentality. As a traditional woman with a typical Yamato Nadeshiko personality, she could only fantasize about what Xu San described. Even if it was just a fantasy, her requirements were very low, which was completely different from the female boxing in later generations.

"How should I put it?" Xu San pondered and said, "The scales will definitely swing back and forth, and will show different performances at different times. Maybe in ten years, the females will be more likely to have a higher rate, and maybe in forty years, the males will be more likely to have a higher rate. In short, if we don't fight for it, the males will definitely have a higher rate."

Xiaomei nodded. This was what she thought about the most. She felt that this matter might be more interesting than being a reporter.

After all, although journalists can interview and write articles, it is still unknown whether the public can see them.

She was smart and seemed to be able to sense that if this matter was done well, it might leave a mark in history books.

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Why should I do this?

"Reiko, Miako, the two of you should not get involved. You can give advice, but forget about participating. Let this organization be pure." Xu San advised. After all, the identity of the Japanese was still very sensitive during this period.

Miako had no objection.

Lingzi pouted and looked unhappy.

Xu San ruffled her hair and said, "When you have time, you can go back to Japan and get one."

"Then my brother will hang you up and beat you!" Lingzi rolled her eyes at Xu San.

"When the time comes, I'll go and whip them too! My little whip will make a loud noise!" Xu San said seriously, waving his hand constantly.

"Thank you!" Xiaomei said sincerely after thinking deeply about what Xu San said. Xu San, who was playing with Lingzi, didn't seem to hear it. He turned his head to look at Xiaomei and asked, "What did you say just now?"

"I said--" Xiaomei took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Thank you!"

Xu San frowned and scratched his ear with his little finger. "Thank you if you want to. Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"Hehehe~" Xiaomei laughed, and then said, "Come with me to make a set of clothes today. If I want to manage the noodle factory, I must have a decent set of clothes. As the boss, you should be able to take this responsibility."

"Okay! Then let's go together. Lingzi's commercial is about to start shooting, and I need to talk to the tailor about the clothing."

It was evening again, and the three girls returned home contentedly. This time they all got clothes that satisfied them.

There are not many ready-made clothes in Shanghai these days, and most of them are custom-made.

Based on the experience of later generations, Xu San also made minor adjustments to the costumes of the three girls to make them more in line with his own aesthetics.

Miako is a loose and comfortable home wear.

Lingzi is sexy, but unfortunately she is born with small breasts. Xu San asked the tailor to add a thick sponge lining and a steel wire base. Although he has not seen the actual product yet, Xu San guarantees that it will at least look one cup size larger.

Xiaomei didn't have too many requirements, just an ordinary suit, but Xu San asked that the top be narrow at the waist, and the pants be loose and hip-high, with long legs, and must be paired with high heels to ensure that it doesn't drag on the ground.

Anyway, after a busy afternoon, the three girls were satisfied.

The tailor's drawings are also good. He drew sketches for the three girls. At least they look good. (End of this chapter)