God of Life

Song Chen looked at Wang Yan with bright eyes.

As a child who grew up under the shadow of his elder sister, half of his introversion comes from nature, and the other half is forced out of his life.

With a handsome appearance but a dull temperament, he always has some female fans who fall in love at first sight, but they always fail to make a positive result.

Song Chen never complained, but in his heart he longed to be a "real man".

Before that, he didn't know what a "real man" should look like. The classic tough guy image in film and television dramas is always too thin to live.

Until he met Wang Yan, he began to be impressed, and gradually developed a kind of admiration.

This is called handsome!

The sister who wants to take care of everything but can't take care of the right place is really too petty...

Of course, my sister is the most beautiful, and I don't accept rebuttals!

...

On the contrary, while Song Xi was surprised and envious, his perception of Wang Yan became more and more contradictory.

The little kid who is so difficult to manage is the most uncute!

However, the little kid really has taste and enjoys life very much...

In comparison, how can boys from science and engineering be so rough!

...

In the mess of emotions, Wang Yan finally found the destination of his trip, a small shop in the fabric market.

Half of the store in a row of sheds is hung with signs such as "Handmade Silk Quilt, High-end Four-piece Set", and the small store pointed out by the towel lady is tucked away in a corner, and the door is more beautiful than other stores. Small half.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Wang Yan's face deepened.

Song Chen timidly asked: "Boss, is this reliable?"

"I don't know." Wang Yan shook his head.

"I don't know you're still laughing?" Song Xi was startled.

"The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys..."

As soon as Wang Yan started, he was greeted with fierce complaints from Song Xi: "Student, now everyone is called Jiuxiang, and I'm afraid that the alley will be deep. Why don't you think about advertising and speculation?"

Wang Yan didn't want to argue with the girl, so he smiled casually and walked to the shop that didn't even have a name.

Song Xi pursed his lips, as if he had punched the cotton with his fist, feeling a little aggrieved.

However, Song Chen is a person who can't chat, but can't control his curiosity, so he asked vigorously: "Boss, what's going on? Don't just say half of it..."

Wang Yan had no choice but to explain to him, narrating gently as if chatting.

"The ones that need to advertise are all industries or stores with fierce homogeneous competition."

"However, in any industry, there are a small number of the most high-end products, which are limited by insufficient production capacity and supply exceeds demand, so there is no need to spend money on promotion."

"Quite a lot of high-end luxury goods are actually not advertised, such as high-order suits - when customers reach that level and actually have that kind of demand, they will naturally come to them."

"In a similar field, word-of-mouth is enough to absorb the scarce production capacity. A piece of fabric can only make a few sets or a dozen sets, so why advertise?"

"And this kind of behavior can also establish a strong style, increase the brand premium and service premium, and customers will not only not be annoyed, but will maintain the brand."

"It's like the store in front of me. It's squeezed into a corner but it's alive normally. There are only two possibilities."

Song Chen was dazzled by Wang Yan's analysis, and then asked a nonsense: "Which two?"

"Either it is very dark, and it will be eaten for a month once it opens. Or it is very positive, and high-end customers can be settled by word of mouth."

While chatting and laughing, Wang Yan pushed open the door of the small shop, and waited in a gentlemanly manner to let the girls advance.

Song Xi paused, then took two quick steps and rushed in.

When passing by Wang Yan, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and said thank you like a mosquito.

Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment.

Miss, why are you blushing?

I don't care much about you... right?

Wang Yan didn't understand the situation, but Song Xi was actually a little shy.

It's a shame to die!

Vigorously pretending to be mature in front of others,

As a result, they left you speechless with a few words...

Song Xi, Song Xi, do you know that there is someone outside this time?

Until entering the store, Song Xi still didn't recover a bit, and looked at the surrounding environment pretending to be curious, ignoring Wang Yan.

In fact, there is no environment to speak of in the small shop.

One of the sewing machines was surrounded by various quilts, and an aunt with a dull expression was sitting on a small bed inside.

Seeing the guests coming, she hurriedly got up, but she just smiled honestly.

"What would you like to see?"

"Is there a quilt that is 100% real silk?"

Hearing Wang Yan's question, the auntie smiled proudly: "Of course, our family specializes in this."

"Can you guarantee that it's genuine?" Song Xi was a little unconvinced.

The aunt didn't say any unnecessary explanations, she turned and pointed to the stack of quilts on the shelf on the west side, facing the two boys.

"Son, there are real silk quilts on that shelf. Take any one out."

Wang Yan nodded to Song Chen, and his brother-in-law frantically pulled one out.

Auntie took the quilt, took off the outer quilt cover three times 5÷2, carried the quilt, and walked out through the back door.

"Come on, little girl, come and see with auntie."

The back door of the small shop leads directly to the outside of the market, which is a small open space full of bicycles, motorcycles, and tricycles.

Aunt asked Song Xi to help, unfold the quilt, and hang it in the sun for everyone to see.

Under natural light, the skin is white and white.

"Okay! Now you can touch it with your hands." Auntie smiled proudly.

When Song Xi touched it, he felt that it was extremely soft, and he couldn't feel any hard lumps, bumps, or pilling.

Wang Yan knew that this was the way to tell the difference between mulberry silk and tussah silk. Mulberry silk was snow white in color, while tussah silk was particularly yellow, so it could be distinguished at a glance under natural light.

"Our family's materials are all the best double cocoon filaments, with a single filament length of more than 1,000 meters. My man personally came in from Tongxiang. You can search all over the market, and there will be no second use of this grade of material. .”

Auntie seldom uttered a series of words, and her aura was so defiant.

"Son, do you have a lighter?"

Song Chen and Song Xi didn't understand what Auntie was going to do, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Wang Yan guessed something, but unfortunately, if he doesn't smoke, he doesn't have a lighter.

Seeing this, Auntie went back to the store with the quilt in her hands, opened the gauze cover of the quilt, and carefully removed a handful from the edge.

Then, open a bottle of 84 sterilized water, pour it into a small cup, and throw the pinch of silk into it.

The Song Chen siblings became more and more confused.

Wang Yan explained: "Real silk is animal protein, not plant fiber. The 84 disinfectant contains a lot of strong alkali, which will dissolve animal protein."

While speaking, the pinch of silk gradually disappeared, and finally completely dissolved in the disinfectant.

"Wow……"

The siblings exclaimed inexplicably.

"So, the quilt at Auntie's house is real silk?"

"yes."

Wang Yan nodded. He looked calm on the surface, but he was actually muttering in his heart.

It must be real mulberry silk, but I really can't tell if it's double cocoon filament...

In fact, it's not a big problem. Just by the feel and color just now, you know that the quality is extremely high.

Good materials and sufficient craftsmanship are the key elements of a good quilt, and it seems that the other party can satisfy them.

"How much?" Song Chen couldn't wait to ask the price for Wang Yan.

"1,500 per catty. No matter how many catties you make, I only charge 1,000 for the handwork."

Auntie was so calm when she spoke, Song Chen and Song Xi almost thought they were hallucinating.

Then Wang Yan replied in a calmer tone, "Do you have any stock here?"

"It's in stock, but there are only a few sizes, so you may not have to choose."

"As long as you have it, I won't pick it."

Wang Yan grinned.

It is not easy to find such a store today, and it is serious to buy as soon as possible.

The school issued only one set of quilts, one for winter and summer, and the big thick quilt was smothered to death.

"A 2-pound summer quilt and a 4-pound winter quilt each. Choose the one that's not too big for me. There are single beds in the bedroom. Also, can your family order it?"

"can!"

"Well, you can get a set of summer quilts and winter quilts with a size of 2 meters by 2 meters 4. If you think it should be heavy, you can make heavy ones."

"Hey, it's so big, the summer quilt weighs 3 catties, and the winter quilt weighs 6 catties!"

"A total of 15 catties, at least 8 sets of sheets and quilts... use the best ones, right?"

"Ok."

"I'll erase the odds for you, a total of 28,000."

When the total price came out, the two siblings were taken aback again.

Wang Yan immediately swiped his card to pay without any hesitation.

"Come over after fifteen days to pick up the quilt. Take it apart and check it casually. If there is a thread that is not double cocoon filament, I will refund your money, and you smash the sign outside."

Auntie picked things for Wang Yan very quickly and made a deal. She was in a good mood and talked a little too much.

Wang Yan couldn't help laughing: "Why should I smash your brand? As long as the things are good and the cover is comfortable, it is true that I will patronize your business every year."

The aunt was busy bagging the quilt, and said casually: "OK."

Look, this is a good product that is easy to sell, and doesn't care about your cheap words.

After going out with big bags and small bags, Song Xi suddenly asked: "So, this store is dark and upright?"

Wang Yan thought for a while and shook his head.

"It's not black! It's easy to sell things of this level in big brand home textiles for five or ten times the price. If you take apart all the gimmicks, it's actually not as comfortable as handmade silk quilts. "

Song Xi's thoughts suddenly went astray: "It seems that you have used it before?"

Wang Yan recalled that the quilt that President Xiangji put on seemed to be an Italian brand, and the stuffing was Egyptian long cotton, which was blown hard, but the feeling of sleeping was just the same.

Not as comfortable as the silk quilt Dave got.

So he nodded and said cautiously: "I personally feel that real silk is more close-fitting, light and breathable."

Song Xi didn't say anything, no one knew what she was thinking.

Of course, Wang Yan didn't think about it at all, so he turned his head and forgot.

"With so many things, Xiaochen, let's go back to the dormitory and have dinner... Sister Song, why don't you give me a chance to express my gratitude?"

"I'm going back to school."

Wang Yan's invitation was not sincere enough. The main reason was that he didn't have time. Song Xi could tell that, so he simply refused.

Song Chen finally didn't bully his sister anymore, obviously he also knew that it was inappropriate for his sister to have dinner with a large group of boys.

The directions of the two schools were in opposite directions, so they didn't take a car. Wang Yan sent Song Xi to the first taxi, handed the driver 50 yuan, and waved back regardless of Song Xi's refusal.

Watching the elder sister go away, Song Chen followed the elder brother on the way home with big bags and small bags.

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