
White cotton is considered quite rare to be found in low-end markets. Retailers usually do not want to buy them because of the high price of white cotton, which is why they rarely sell it here.
On top of that, it was even rarer that a young girl like Su Cha wanted to buy white cotton.
“To make clothes.”
Su Cha's answer was only short because he didn't want to spend his time here. “How much is it?”
Seeing this, the female boss threw away her cigarette and showed the figure with her finger. “190 yuan for one meter.”
The price is quite expensive.
That's almost 200 yuan.
The money is enough for someone to buy some clothes in this market.
Su Cha lowered his head and counted roughly, he then replied, “Alright, I will get 10 meters.”
He had to pay 2,000 yuan for 10-meter white cotton.
The female boss found it hard to believe her. “You don't even want to negotiate the price?”
The prices of these items on the market are mostly quoted carelessly. For example, you may only need to spend 30 yuan to get a shirt that is quoted as 100 yuan from a retailer, and maybe the retailer can still make a profit.
In the clothing market, people can make a huge profit from selling branded clothes and the cheapest varieties. Conversely, the middle to upper product is in an awkward position compared to that.
Su Cha replied calmly, “If you rob me, then next time I won't buy from here again.”
If he could really make money from this, he would definitely need more than 10 meters.
The female boss was impressed with Su Cha's tolerance and composure, she quickly reacted by starting to cut the white cotton. “Alright, I will not deceive you because you are just a young girl. There are very few types of white cotton sold in this market, my shop is the only store that sells white cotton recently. You have chosen the right time.”
He was quick to action and finished cutting 10 meters of white cotton for Su Cha in no time.
After the payment was completed, Su Cha brought the white cotton and left. The woman's boss asked, “Do you have a sewing machine at home? Will you make your own clothes?“
“I know how to make clothes, it should be done.”
Su Cha's light words floated with the wind. The female boss lit her cigarette and sat down. “Are all young people today very strange?”
After purchasing white cotton and some ordinary needles and threads, he had basically gone shopping.
He went around the market and found a suitable sewing machine. The total expenditure is 2,500 yuan.
The remaining 2,500 yuan will be used for living expenses and emergency purposes.
The sewing machine was sent to his house by the workers. He was exhausted and soaked after finishing everything.
Right at this moment, he received a call from Bo Muyi.
“Cha ... cha ..”
The man on the other side of the phone he called out a rather intimate name. Meanwhile, Su Cha could feel his heart calm after listening to his voice that was as clear as a spring. He no longer felt anxious and hot. He muttered, “Umm.”
Bo Muyi was pleased with his answer, but he felt uneasy at the same time, his fingers that were on top of the pen tightened. He received some news yet he did not know how to ask Su Cha about it. She was afraid that Su Cha would see her as an overly controlling boyfriend.
Her subordinates told her that it would affect their relationship if she did not give enough space to her lover early in their relationship.
He did not want to have an unstable factor between Su Cha and him. He couldn't ask directly about the reason he bought those items, but he needed to change the subject as well. Bo Muyi's eyes beamed as he glanced at the clock hanging in the office. “Cha Cha, it's almost noon now, it's time to eat.”
The tone he used was very serious!
Bo Muyi felt that he had found the perfect excuse.
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