I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

The next morning, with two days of holiday left, Yang Tongchuan was pondering whether to take Xiangxi and Xuebao out for a stroll.

Xiangxi was summoned away by Qingzhu, a maid from Shuanghua Pavilion, who said that a client was looking for her.

Yang Tongchuan had nothing better to do, so he went with Xiangxi.

Upon entering Shuanghua Pavilion, Yang Tongchuan noticed an unfamiliar man inside.

It was Yue Wu, the shopkeeper whom Duan Ziqiu had invited.

Yue Wu was in his early twenties, and he was different from Niu Sanli.

Niu Sanli is a recent graduate with some cleverness, while Yue Wu has already gained experience in the Duan family and is a seasoned manager.

Upon seeing the man beside Xiangxi, they immediately guessed that it was Constable Yang who had returned.

He bowed to greet her.

"Officer Yang is here. Please come in and have a seat. This is Yue Wu, the new manager of Shuanghua Pavilion. I apologize for disturbing Xiangxi's rest. It's because we have a distinguished guest today, but the owner is not here. The guest specifically asked for Xiangxi, which is why I troubled you two to make this trip." Yue Wu led the two upstairs. Xiangxi went to the guest's room, while Yang Tongchuan was in the next room.

Yue Wu poured tea for Yang Tongchuan and personally stayed by his side.

Yue Wu was quick-witted. While chatting with Yang Tongchuan, he casually mentioned that someone had been waiting for him at the store entrance before he arrived.

"Our boss, Mr. Duan, had no other choice but to ask me to come. I'm currently staying in the storage room on the second floor to watch over the shop."

"Has your cousin found out who caused the trouble?"

"We don't have that ability. There are only a few people in the shop, and we're busy every day. The boss didn't even come today, saying he went out to get raw materials." As he spoke, Yue Wu placed a money bag on the table.

She humbly pushed herself a little closer to Yang Tongchuan.

"Just a small token of my appreciation."

Yang Tongchuan tossed the money bag back into Yue Wu's arms.

"I understand. You can go and get back to work."

"Oh dear, look, I'm new here and don't know the rules, am I...?" Yue Wu was afraid that he might have done something wrong and angered Yang Tongchuan.

"Duan Ziqiu is my cousin, I know what I'm doing. Tell her to open the shop without worry. I'll handle the rest." Yang Tongchuan took a sip of tea and didn't say anything more.

"Thank you on behalf of my employer. I'll be going now. Please call me if you need anything." Yue Wu left the room.

After staying in the room for a while, Yue Wu was sweating profusely.

The rumors are true; Constable Yang exudes a truly murderous aura.

In Xiangxi's room, the person who specifically asked for him was the husband of the boat owner from last time.

"I'm so sorry to have kept our distinguished guests waiting." Xiangxi apologized as soon as she entered the door.

"It's alright. I came here today because I wanted to talk to your boss about something, but she's not here, so I had to ask you." The young man's name was Meng Dongqing.

"Please speak." Xiangxi noticed that the young man was in better condition than last time; at least he seemed to have some life force back.

"I did what you told me last time. My husband hasn't made things difficult for me again." Meng Dongqing spoke slowly, as if he was considering something.

"Later, my husband asked me where I got this, and I told him about your shop. He then asked me to come and ask if your shop accepts custom orders."

"Customized? Customize what?" Xiangxi knew that clothes and jewelry could be customized, but what could a shop like theirs possibly offer?

"This is it." Meng Dongqing handed Xiangxi a form.

"My husband said that this thing is useful, but it has no unique features. He wants to make something unique to take to the south to sell."

Xiangxi carefully looked at the contents of the list.

Although I don't know many characters, I could roughly understand it.

"If we follow the list your husband wrote down, it will make things more complicated than simple, and the cost will be much higher. It will also be more troublesome to use," Xiangxi said realistically.

The order required them to design a large gift box, including a jar of the main ointment, and four or five bottles of different scented flower hydrosols. The requirement was that the hydrosols be of a quality that would not cause harm to the body after being ingested.

"My husband said, said..." Meng Dongqing couldn't open his mouth, but he dared not fail to complete the task assigned by his husband, otherwise he would be scolded again when his husband came back.

"If it's inconvenient for you to say it, you can write it down, and I'll give it to my employer to take a look. If it's feasible, we'll do our best."

Xiangxi prepared writing materials for Meng Dongqing.

Meng Dongqing has beautiful handwriting.

The content is also simple and clear.

Meng Dongqing's husband wanted to sell the gift boxes to brothels in the south.

The patrons there pursue elegance and want everything to have a personal touch and a unique logo.

Some perverted clients even like to design their own custom-made branding irons and burn them onto the bodies of the skinny women they hire, to signify that the woman is theirs.

Meng Dongqing's husband saw this business opportunity and wanted to make the items in the room into custom-made items that could be customized according to the personal preferences of his clients, with a strong sense of identity.

It's a unique flavor that belongs exclusively to this customer.

(Isn't this just a male dog marking its territory by peeing? That's what Xiangxi thought to herself, but she didn't dare say it aloud.)

Of course, you can also try a different approach. With the same client, but different people accompanying you in bed every day, the flavor of the meal can also be different.

If she's outgoing and fun-loving, then you can give her a lively and unrestrained vibe.

For those who are obedient and well-behaved, you can create a gentle and tender atmosphere.

There are also those who are aloof and reserved, those who are vibrant and diverse, and those who are demure and charming. Whatever you like, she is that kind of woman.

Just like mixing the colors of rouge, which results in a thousand different colors for a thousand people, this is like a thousand different fragrances for a thousand people.

What's the point of this?

Isn't it just like taking off your pants to fart?

Also, it seems Yang Tongchuan never made such a request?

The three fundamental questions have no answers.

Although Xiangxi didn't understand, Duan Ziqiu had taught her that it would be foolish not to make money when it's available.

Xiang Xi politely left Meng Dongqing's home address.

"Once our boss returns, we'll examine your husband's customization requirements, calculate the costs, and then visit him with samples."

"Don't worry, he's gone out again and won't be back for fourteen or fifteen days."

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After seeing Meng Dongqing off, Xiangxi stared at the list again and again, not even noticing Yang Tongchuan coming in.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Tongchuan frowned as he saw Xiangxi, thinking she had been bullied.

"Take a look at this." Xiangxi told Yang Tongchuan what had happened.

"Do you think it will sell well? The cost of the packaging is higher than the cost of the raw materials." Xiangxi had just mentally reviewed the costs and was shocked by the price of the packaging.

"Rich people really know how to have fun," Yang Tongchuan commented, expressing his approval of the design.

"Those who aren't in a hurry to take their pants off aren't hungry. Do you know what they call this kind of place? A den of iniquity. There are places where you can get a hundred taels of silver a night." Yang Tongchuan couldn't help but pinch Xiangxi's cheek as he looked at Xiangxi's shocked and dumbfounded expression.

"Go ahead and do it with confidence. Your pricing is too low. Even rich people wouldn't dare to use it. They're so precious; they wouldn't even wear a pair of socks twice."

"Why not wear it a second time?"

"I don't know, maybe they have money but nowhere to spend it." Yang Tongchuan had no idea what those rich people were thinking; he had only heard about it from others.

Xiangxi went downstairs and handed the order to Manager Yue and Qingzhu, explaining the details.

"Okay, I'll tell Miss when she gets back." Qingzhu carefully put the things away.

"I feel like we're about to make it big," Yue Wu said, already working on his abacus.