Trafford’s Trading Club

"Sorry, there are too many recent orders. I am a little too busy alone, making you wait for a long time, Mr. Daxiu."

The owner of the garment store has a trace of apologize on his face.

"I understand, after all, the current situation is indeed very complicated." Daxiu shook his head, expressing understanding: "Miss Asman, you have worked hard these days."

The communication between ordinary merchants and buyers is not special.

Coincidentally...or interestingly, not only is the appearance very similar, but even the name, the name of the female owner of the clothing store, is also Asman.

But in fact, the female owner of the ready-to-wear store is a lot younger-the village maid, Miss Asman, is in her thirties and almost forty, while the one in front of her is probably in her early twenties.

Boss Luo and the maid have quietly come behind the young Da Xiu.

"These two are?"

"These two are my friends!" The boy said heartily, "They are also planning to come over to order clothes, Miss Asman, please be more affordable!"

"This..." The grown-up female boss hesitated at this time: "I may not plan to take up work anymore recently, because there are too many orders on hand. If you really want to make an order, I'm afraid I will have to arrange it to the Holy Land. Three weeks after the Maiden Ceremony."

"Is there already so many orders?" Da Xiu asked in surprise.

"Yes, because the orders for the Holy Girl Ceremony have been shipped in these two days, other orders can only be pushed back." Miss Asman said helplessly.

Boss Luo smiled and said: "This also proves that many people like the style of clothes in this shop."

"Thank you for your compliment, sir." Miss Asman gave a nice smile, "I don't know what kind of clothes you want to order? If you don't mind, I might be able to recommend you to other tailors. , They are equally good."

"Let's just take a look." Boss Luo said: "If it's appropriate, there is no problem with ready-made ones."

Miss Asman thought for a while and said, "Sir, what style do you want?"

"I plan to participate in a public event, so I want to choose some formal clothes." The maid accepted the message, and then pointed out a few sample styles in the lobby. "I don't know if there is anything else. size of."

"Two of them have a few ready-made sizes." Miss Asman thought for a while: "I can take them out for this gentleman to try on... Please wait. Mr. Daxiu, please wait a moment, Lei Miss Mia’s custom-made costumes are just finished."

Young people are naturally happy now.

Miss Asman walked into the shop again...outside, Boss Luo chatted with Daxiu.

"In that case, Miss Lemia has also participated in the float parade today. I don't know which route was taken, maybe we can take a look later."

"It's a little far away." Daxiu apologized: "Remia's cruise route today is near the academy." Daxiu sighed and said, "And she doesn't have a separate float."

"Oh why."

Daxiu reluctantly said: "Remia's qualifications are a bit shallow, and she has just entered school, so she has no sponsors. At present, she can only work with other sacred girls in similar situations, and the floats provided by the Common Academy for free. If it is a senior student , Because some of them participated in the previous session. Although they were not selected, there will be sponsors this year, and some will prepare themselves in advance... The holy girl ceremony is quite complicated."

This is probably the most common thing. The two brothers and sisters who have plunged into the metropolis from the rural area are helpless...Even if they are lucky to participate in the ceremony of the saint girl, they are full of poverty.

"But it's okay!" The young man quickly regained his energy, "Basically, it is difficult for a first-year saint girl to achieve results, and Lemia also knows about this. We are taking experience for the next saint girl. "

Boss Luo said abruptly at this moment: "Then what about you, Mr. Da Xiu?"

"Ah? I... what am I?" Da Xiu couldn't help but move slightly.

Boss Luo said: "I remember you said that you want to be a member of the [Sage] Guards... It seems that this will also take place in the Holy Girl ceremony, don't you need to prepare."

"It's temporarily cancelled this year." Daxiu shook his head, and then whispered: "Because the second half of the ceremony is for [Easter]."

"That's really a pity." Boss Luo smiled slightly.

Da Xiu said in amazement, "How can this be a pity, Mr. Luo... You can't talk nonsense about these things, today the master of the Public Security Department's inspection is very strict!"

Boss Luo didn't say anything.

Miss Asman came out with a pile of clothes at this time...Dah Xiu quickly got the custom-made clothes, and then hurriedly left the garment shop on the grounds of rushing back for business.

Boss Luo is interviewing for clothes in the fitting room.

"Usually, men are waiting outside." Miss Asman chatted with the maid: "You are the most perfect woman I have ever seen. It's a pity that the order on hand is really too busy, otherwise If so, I really hope I can sew one for you by myself, especially for long skirts. Madam, you are really suitable for long skirts."

"Are you the only Miss Asman in the shop."

"Yeah." Miss Asman nodded: "Small business...Although the business is not bad after I took over the clothing store from my father, I am really too busy alone."

"Why don't you hire an apprentice."

"Very few people are willing to learn this." Miss Asman shook her head and said: "There are fewer talented people... Maybe it's because I have a more critical relationship and haven't found a suitable one."

"People at home can actually come out to help out the store," the maid said casually.

"I am the only one left in the house." Miss Asman smiled and said: "A few years ago, my mother was also called upon and returned to the Lord's embrace."

Soon, boss Luo has tried several different dresses.

"This gentleman, you are a natural hanger just like this lady!" Miss Asman said with admiration: "You should step onto the stage with the spotlight. Women will scream for you."

"This is probably a terrible thing." Boss Luo smiled casually.

At this moment he was wearing the last gown. The maid came forward, tidied it up, and said as if she was a clap: "This one should be the best. Of course, if the size of the cuffs can be fine-tuned, even more All right."

"If it's just a fine-tuning, it will be done soon." Miss Asman probably doesn't want to miss this business-probably because the sale is a finished product.

"Then I'll trouble you." The maid continued to clap.

Only on the way of clothes, boss Luo has no sovereignty.

After Asman took the clothes and went in to make changes, the maid was with Boss Luo, choosing the buttons on the sleeves of the shirt at the counter in the lobby.

"I don't have any relatives. I heard that there is only Miss Asman herself left in the house." The maid said nonchalantly: "There is no problem with age... It seems normal."

She picked up a button, then took the boss's wrist, and gestured... probably because of an unsatisfactory relationship, and soon put it back.

Boss Luo looked at the button styles full of plates. He thought this maid lady might be able to spend a day?

Just at this time.

A car slowly stopped outside the door of the clothing store.

The car door opened, and a tall woman wearing sunglasses and a white lady's suit walked down... into the clothing store.

After taking a look at the situation in the shop, the woman paused for a while on Boss Luo and the maid, and then walked straight into the space inside the clothing store.

"It seems that Miss Asman's business is really good." Boss Luo smiled casually.

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The sewing machine used was uploaded by the ancestor, and Miss Asman was making changes to the sleeves of her dress...Suddenly, Miss Asman seemed to remember something.

She hurriedly got up, then ran to a cabinet on the side, stood on tiptoe, and pulled out a photo album from the pile of books.

She began to flip--soon, she seemed to have found the photo she was looking for.

She took out the photo, put it on the lamp and watched it carefully-this is an old photo passed down by an ancestor.

Yellowing, fuzzy, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is antique.

"Really similar..."

Miss Asman whispered-she would look through these old photos in her free time-many of them were styles of clothes recorded by her ancestors, and some photos left by customers.

She can occasionally find inspiration from these old things.

Today she met a woman who wanted to make clothes for her... and then she found that this woman was very similar to the model in an old photo left by her ancestors.

Miss Asman turned the photo over, and on the back is a line of text written by her ancestors.

-The unparalleled Miss Jeanne.

She read this line of words softly, her eyes blurred, and she muttered: "What a perfect woman is to make her ancestors praise like this..."

"Praise, what."

At this moment, an uncoordinated voice interrupted Miss Asman's contemplation, and saw a tall woman in a white women's suit, who walked directly in at this time-the woman took off her sunglasses.

The dark blue eyes are as bright as sapphires.

Miss Asman then placed the photo, "Isabel?"

The tall woman in front of her is indeed the tutor of [Freedom City Academy], Ms. Isabel.

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"I asked you to make some clothes for the first two days, are you ready?"

Isabel sat down directly.

For Miss Asman, Isabel has always been a strong guy... Upon hearing this, Miss Asman said with a wry smile: "Your entrustment, how dare I neglect your entrustment. In order to complete your entrustment, I pushed it one after another. Many regular customers’ orders are going to be blamed."

Isabel said casually: "I told you that you can come to be my full-time tailor, which is much better than guarding this old shop."

Miss Asman shook her head, "Isabel, I'm an adult."

"You are special." Isabel squinted at this time, "I like the clothes you made very much, just like you were when you were young. And this love can be maintained."

"Just come and find me to make clothes." Miss Asman shrugged, "I will do what you want. Wait for me, and I will bring it out for you."

"Wait." Isabel suddenly shouted, "Are the two outside your guests?"

"Is there a problem?" Miss Asman suddenly frowned.

"How old is it?" Ms. Isabel asked directly.

"Don't think about it." Miss Asman shook her head and said: "How do you look at it, they are all grown-ups?"

"Why did you see it now?" Isabel sighed with regret, "Time made a joke for me."

Miss Assman seemed to be surprised, and said calmly: "Time is joking with you every day. There are so many beautiful boys and girls in the world, do you really like it."

"I will increase the rent tomorrow?" Isabel smiled suddenly.

"Really..." Miss Asman sighed helplessly: "Evil capitalist."

This clothing store is an industry under Isabel's name-not only that, more than 60% of this entire street is also an industry under Isabel's name.

Miss Asman took out some packed clothes in a short while, but saw that Isabel was picking up the dress that was changing and tried it on.

She stood in front of the mirror, swinging her body.

"This dress is good."

"The guests outside this dress ordered it." Miss Asman stared.

"I didn't say I wanted it again." Isabel chuckled, her eyes burning like Miss Asman and said: "I just don't know why, every time I put on the clothes you sew, I have one , It seems to have become what you feel."

Miss Asman was startled.

Isabel walked around behind Miss Asman, pressing her shoulders with both hands... Isabel is really tall, a full half head taller than Miss Asman.

"Become you, or as if you were by my side."

Isabel pressed her cheek to Miss Asman's face and looked at the two reflections in the mirror.

Miss Asman's breathing gradually became a little heavy.

A voice murmured in his ear, "Actually, the mature Asman...is also very attractive."

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Haughty as a swan... The woman in the white lady's suit, carrying a bag of clothes, walked out slowly-walked straight out of the store, got in the car and left.

After a while, Miss Asman hurried out holding her clothes.

Perhaps it was because of the higher temperature in the room...At this time, Miss Asman looked a little red, and her hair and white neck were also a little wet.

"Sorry, an old customer just came." Miss Asman apologized: "Sir, your clothes, I have changed it, would you like to try again?"

"No need." The maid said coldly at this time: "I don't want this dress...I want this button."

"Huh?" Miss Asman was startled immediately, rather at a loss, "This..."

"This is a missed work fee, please accept it." The maid casually threw out a crystal card, "I'm sorry to interrupt your time, Asman, miss."

Crystal card... is the wishing power crystal card of the petitioner.

Seeing this young lady's gaze, Miss Asman suddenly felt a sense of trembling, and she was startled and afraid to speak.

Judging from the faintly flowing light, the amount above is probably enough to buy the entire clothing store...Miss Assman is even more at a loss at this time.

But after the maid and boss Luo had already paid the compensation, they said goodbye and left directly.

Miss Asman was rather disappointed and sat alone in the shop, looking at the crystal card in her hand with a daze...the amount inside was more than she thought...a lot more!

"Hey, why did you leave? I really want to make her clothes once..."

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"Miss, where are we going now?"

On the way, the driver looked at the rearview mirror and asked Ms. Isabel in the back seat... the driver was also a beautiful girl.

Isabel was about to speak.

"Black...butterfly?"

The beautiful girl driver was suddenly startled at this time... Only a bang was heard, the tires of the car burst suddenly, and then the direction was unsustainable-in panic, the beautiful girl driver had no time to step on the brakes.

However, in order to avoid the subsequent car...the car finally lost control and crashed into the water pump beside the car.

Boom!

The front of the car was directly destroyed... but thanks to the airbag, the two people in the car were not in danger.

Isabel got out of the car in embarrassment, but the crashed water pump was spraying water frantically.

Like a torrential rain, the embarrassed Isabel was suddenly wet... She became even more embarrassed, like a smashed chicken.

"Really...unlucky."

Isabel looked at the predicament before her with some confusion.