Reborn as a wealthy family, Young Master Zhan lay down obediently

Chapter 198
"Don't worry, the assistant I'm looking for will definitely be able to cooperate with me tacitly!"

"Really?" An Ranran's answer aroused Ran Qing's interest, "Who is it?"

An Ranran thought about it, although she knew a little about the master, but she was reborn in this life after all, so she didn't know if the master's trajectory had changed.So she couldn't answer Ran Qing's question for a while.

Seeing that An Ranran was hesitating, Ran Qing didn't ask any further questions, but just told her to be careful, and then let her out.

An Ranran left the school gate, reached out to hail a taxi, and rushed over to the place where she met her master in her previous life.

In the bustling market, people are everywhere.An Ranran walked through one after another cobweb-like alleys and came to an inconspicuous storefront.

Through the small window, she saw the hunched figure.

An Ranran stood silently for a while, then mustered up the courage, walked around to the door, and stepped in.

Facing the door is a plastic mannequin, which is also the most complete mannequin in the whole store.

It was wearing a long skirt made of chiffon material, which was so elegant and dusty, it was extremely eye-catching.

An Ranran walked up to the model and reached out to touch the fabric.

In this era, the fabric of chiffon has not yet been introduced to China, and the one in this store is made of cloth brought back from abroad by a friend entrusted by the master.

An Ranran knew that the master had paid almost a year's wages for the cloth.

Seeing a customer parked in front of the clothes, Song Ming turned his face and kindly reminded: "Girl, these clothes are very expensive. If you want, I can introduce you to cheaper ones."

Hearing the same voice as in the previous life, An Ranran's eyes were slightly astringent.

When he was about to answer, he heard a sneer from the side: "Old Song, you really don't have a long memory. The last time you talked to a girl like this, you were scolded by the other girl. That's the end of it." How long has it been, I forgot about it."

Song Ming cowardly replied: "I haven't forgotten."

Then she turned her head and looked at An Ranran again: "It's not that I look down on you, but I think you can use the money you paid for this dress to buy more books to read. The girl should still be a student."

An Ranran's voice was rough, but she hummed lightly as an answer.

"That's right, clothes, whether they are beautiful or not, are nothing more than an object to cover the body, and it is not worth spending a lot of money on."

"Old Song! If you can't sell the clothes today, you won't be paid again this month." The voice just now rang again.

An Ranran turned her head to look at the source of the voice.

A short, fat woman was leaning against the door frame, her two small eyes shone with shrewd calculations.

With just one glance, An Ranran recognized that this woman was the master's boss, a guy who was good at calculating.

To get the master here, in addition to letting him design clothes, he also let him work as a sewing worker and shop assistant, and he can't see the master having any free time all day long.

Not only was she mean to her master, even she was criticized by her.

Seeing An Ranran looking at her, the fat woman immediately put on a smile: "This girl, at first glance, looks like a child of a rich family. Look at this dress and her appearance. I didn't say that, you and This dress in our family is a perfect match!"

While talking, the fat woman winked at Song Ming, hoping that he could help her.

Unexpectedly, Song Ming silently turned away and went elsewhere.

An Ranran looked at his figure and sighed softly inwardly.

The master is still the same as in the previous life, accepting everything, and will not argue for himself at any time.

But he insisted on his belief in his heart and never did anything against his will.

In fact, An Ranran has always wondered why such a master would be willing to live in such a small shop and be treated so harshly by the proprietress.

This time, since she found the master, she would absolutely not allow him to go on like this, at least take him away from this mean proprietress.

After making up her mind, An Ranran smiled at the proprietress: "Are you the boss?"

The proprietress immediately squinted her eyes with a smile: "Little girl has good eyesight. From the moment you came in, I could tell that your eyesight is not ordinary. Just talk about this dress, let alone in our shop , it’s the only one you have in the whole market! If you buy it, it will definitely be more beautiful and charming.”

An Ranran smiled: "It's just a piece of clothing, it's not a big deal, but I want to know who designed it?"

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and her eyes rolled around: "The designer is a foreign master, from France, and you don't even know him..."

An Ranran sneered: "Then tell me, I don't know French designers, but I have heard of a few names."

The proprietress didn't expect that she just wanted to fool this girl into buying a dress. How could she keep up with the examination room and match the examiner?Return the designer, return the name.hehe.

The proprietress turned cold: "Whether you like to buy or not, the door is there, walk slowly and don't give it away!"

An Ranran also put on a straight face: "Is this the boss's business? Or is it that the design of your clothes is originally a pirated copy, so you just cover it up and dare not say it?"

"You are a pirated copy! Little girl, you have to think too much about your words, don't let your head get hot, just say what comes to mind. Well, I admit that my dress is not designed by a well-known designer, but you can't deny it , it really looks good, right?"

An Ranran nodded gently: "It seems that the proprietress is not confused, she knows that the selling point of your clothes is not the designer, but the quality of the clothes."

The proprietress couldn't figure out what An Ranran's intentions were. If she said she was here to buy clothes, she kept talking about other things, but if she said she didn't want to buy them, she was clearly expressing that she cared about the clothes very much.

The proprietress kept a straight face, she didn't know how she should treat An Ranran as a guest.

An Ranran looked around again, and after groping for three or four minutes, she turned her head and said to the proprietress: "Who made this dress? The thread on the shoulder..."

"What's wrong with the thread?" Song Ming immediately turned around and asked when An Ranran mentioned the quality of the clothes.

An Ranran took a breath silently, Master, I offended you in order to let you go with me.

"The quality of this thread does not match the clothes themselves. So I can only pay 1000 yuan for this dress at most!"

"One thousand?" The proprietress' eyes lit up instantly.

(End of this chapter)