Self-cultivation of the villain prince

Underwear, stockings!

Isn't this a big business?

These good darlings that can bring momentum can't be made with a single shot.

Fortunately, underwear, he has countless industries, materials and manpower are not a problem, and Su Qingqian, a senior tailor, has made suggestions.

But the research on silk stockings has encountered a bottleneck.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

The materials of modern stockings are mostly fiber, cotton, and velvet. Xie Yu does not understand the technological process, and it is very difficult to reproduce it.

Not to mention that it is a new type of fiber developed after the subsequent process improvement, even the nylon yarn he does not know how to make.

This cannot be blamed on his shallow knowledge.

After all, most people just care about it. Who will study the principles?

Su Qingqian tailor-made underwear for herself a few days ago, but she thought about the silk stockings Xie Yu mentioned for a long time, and found that she could only make them with pure silk, which is pure silk.

Pure silk stockings have good air permeability and soft feel. However, the world has not yet invented a machine for weaving stockings. All processes can only rely on manual labor, which is very troublesome to produce.

Due to lack of relevant experience, Xie Yu didn't understand the principle, so she could only make Su Qingqian work overtime to study her surplus value by saying that "the able can do more."

After Su Qingqian's research results, Xie Yu sent someone to build a textile factory for mass production, first to take the high-end route and make a fortune from those families.

As for the vulgarity.

What does your research by Su Qingqian have to do with Xie Yu?

Next to the inmate in Su Qingqian's hospital is a lush forest, the breeze blowing, the faint fragrance of flowers in my heart.

Xie Yu walked into the courtyard and found that Su Qingqian's door was ajar, so he quietly stepped forward and pushed it open.

laugh!

There was a torn cloth-like noise in the air.

Xie Yu instinctively tilted his head and tapped his toes to avoid it.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a fierce vigor enough to break the wall and flew past his ears, and exploded not far behind him.

Su Qingqian, Li is the god of Gan?

Xie Yu was about to question Su Qingqian, but a voice came from the room.

"Go outside and wait! Don't come in!"

You don't let me in, I just want to come in!

Xie Yu ignored her and pushed open the door without thinking about it, just looking at Su Qingqian who had just raised his head.

As the line of sight moved down, Xie Yu's breathing suddenly rose.

Su Qingqian wore a pleated Suhuangluo skirt, with a complexion like mutton fat and white jade, reflecting the snow.

But these were eclipsed by her slender legs wrapped in white stockings.

Su Qingqian seemed to have just put on her stockings, and deliberately pushed the skirt to the waist and abdomen, completely exposing her beautiful slender legs to the air.

Her legs were already pretty good-looking, but now with this pair of stockings, the almost perfect legs were immediately outlined clearly.

Due to the particularity of the silk material, at a glance, the tender and white skin wrapped in silk stockings is faintly visible.

Continuing to look down, you can see Su Qingqian's tender but sensual thighs, tight calves bound by the elastic fabric of silk stockings, as well as those small crystal clear feet and round ankles.

Xie Yu almost reflexively thought of the silky and tight touch.

Grunt.

Xie Yu swallowed uncomfortably, his muscles swelled slightly.

"Worry King, didn't I ask you to wait outside the door?" Su Qingqian gave him a shameful look, as if he didn't like his skin exposed to his eyes.

While talking about Xie Yu, she quickly put down her skirt to cover the white stockings on her legs.

Xie Yu seemed to be stupid and didn't reply, still staring straight at her leg.

Su Qingqian couldn't laugh or cry, but she felt the joy of overcoming her senior sister and the satisfaction of her own charm.

Any woman will care about her own charm, and see a man surrendering her beauty, even if she doesn't say anything, she will feel happy.

Especially the man in front of him is not an ordinary person, he is the worry-free king of the rich world, and even the faithful licking dog of his senior sister, but at this moment he stares at his legs as if he has lost his soul.

"I knew it, I won't touch him last time..." Su Qingqian thought suddenly.

She was born in Tianyin Sect, and naturally knows that the most important thing to deal with licking dogs is four words: Ruojiruuoli.

You can't be too enthusiastic, and you can't make people feel completely hopeless, such as licking the dog suddenly, and then taking a shower when you are in a good mood.

After thinking about it carefully, Su Qingqian found that her performance last time was a bit superior, and actually gave Xie Yu welfare to compete with her senior sister.

In this way, Xie Yu's appetite will increase, and in the future he will not be satisfied with a simple greeting, but a substantial reward.

Hey, if you want to find a way to lower the fire, you can't make him get an inch...

Thinking of this, she met Xie Yu's gaze that seemed to be cannibalistic.

"Miss Su...it seems that you have succeeded." Xie Yu suddenly said calmly.

I saw him silently moving the Bodhi Heart Sutra, and the white silk legs in his mind suddenly turned into a mist, holy like the Buddha.

Su Qingqian glanced at him sarcastically: "The prince's order, how can the maiden dare not care?"

You eat mine, wear mine, and let you do some work.

Xie Yu, incarnate as an old capitalist, was about to educate Su Qingqian, but suddenly changed his mind: "Miss Su, do you know how much profit this thing will bring?"

These stockings made of pure silk are expensive and difficult to manufacture. Unless you have the help of innate masters like Su Qingqian, each finished product requires a lot of manpower and time.

It can be expected that this will be an expensive luxury.

However, in ancient times, there was no such thing as patents and intellectual property rights. If you want to monopolize the market, you probably have to work hard.

Su Qingqian didn't understand this. She only knew that Xie Yu had been urging him to do this and that, and she still had important matters to deal with, and she immediately became impatient: "No matter how much money you make, what can you do? Use, if I want to, I can go and steal the money in your treasury now."

Unreasonable!