Trafford’s Trading Club

"I'm sorry, there are too many orders recently. I am a little busy on my own. I have kept you waiting for a long time, Mr. Dashu."

The owner of the clothing store had a hint of apology on his face.

"I understand. After all, the current situation is indeed very complicated." Dashu shook his head and expressed his understanding: "Miss Asman, you have worked hard these days."

It is a very ordinary communication between merchants and buyers, there is nothing special about it.

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

But in fact, the female owner of the clothing store is much younger than the maid in the village, Miss Asman, who is in her thirties, almost forty, and the one in front of her is probably in her early twenties.

Boss Luo and the maid lady have quietly arrived behind the young Dashu.

"Who are these two?"

"These two are my friends!" the young man said cheerfully: "They also plan to come over to order clothes. Miss Asman, please be more affordable!"

"This..." The adult female boss said hesitantly at this time: "I may not plan to take any more jobs recently, because there are too many orders on hand. If I really want to order something, I'm afraid I will have to wait until St. Three weeks after the Maiden Ceremony.”

"Are there already so many orders?" Dashu asked in surprise.

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

Boss Luo smiled and said, "This also proves that there are many people who like the style of clothes in this store."

"Thank you for your compliment, sir." Miss Asman showed a nice smile, "I wonder what kind of clothes you want to order? If you don't mind, I might be able to recommend you to another tailor. , they are equally good.”

"We can just take a look." Boss Luo said, "If it's suitable, there's no problem with it being ready-made."

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

"I plan to participate in a public event, so I want to choose some more formal clothes." The maid took over the words, then stretched out her finger to click on a few sample styles in the lobby, "I don't know if there are any others. size of."

"Two of them still have several ready-made sizes." Miss Asman thought for a while and said: "I can take them out and let this gentleman try them on... Please wait a moment. Mr. Dashu, please wait a moment too, Lei. Miss Mia’s custom-made clothes have just been completed.”

The young man was naturally happy at the moment.

Miss Asman walked into the store again... Outside, Boss Luo chatted with Dashu.

"So, Miss Remia also participated in the float parade today. I don't know which route she took. Maybe we can take a look later."

"It's a bit far." Dashu said apologetically: "Remia's parade route today is near the college." Dashu sighed and said: "And she doesn't have a separate float."

"Oh why."

Dashu said helplessly: "Remia's qualifications are a bit shallow. She has just entered school, so she has no sponsors. She can only share the floats provided by the college for free with other saint girls in similar situations. If she is a senior student, , because some of them participated in the last session, and although they were not selected, they will be sponsored this year, and some will prepare in advance by themselves... The Holy Maiden Ceremony is quite complicated."

This is probably the most ordinary thing. The two brothers and sisters plunged into the metropolis from the countryside, and they were helpless... Even if they were lucky enough to participate in the ceremony of the Holy Maiden, they still had the aura of poverty all over them.

"But it doesn't matter!" The boy quickly cheered up, "Basically, it is difficult for first-year saint girls to get good grades, and Remia knows this too. We are here to gain experience for the next class of saint girls. "

Boss Luo said abruptly: "What about you, Mr. Dashu?"

"Ah? I...what am I?" Dashu couldn't help but his expression moved slightly.

Boss Luo said: "I remember you said that you want to become a member of the [Saint] Guards... It seems that this will also be carried out in the Saint Maiden Ceremony, don't you need to prepare."

"It has been temporarily canceled this year." Dashu shook his head and then whispered: "Because the second half of the ceremony is prepared for [Easter]."

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

Daxiu said in astonishment: "How can this be a pity, Mr. Luo... You can't say this nonsense. The master of the Public Security Department is very strict in patrolling today!"

Boss Luo didn't say anything.

Miss Asman walked out with a pile of clothes... Dashu quickly got the custom-made clothes, and then hurriedly left the clothing store on the grounds that he had to rush back to deliver business.

Boss Luo is trying on clothes in the fitting room.

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

"In the store? Are you the only one, Miss Asman?"

"Yes." Miss Asman nodded: "It's a small business... Although the business is not bad after taking over the clothing store from my father, I am really too busy to do it alone."

"Why not hire an apprentice."

"Few people are willing to learn this." Miss Asman shook her head and said, "Even fewer are talented... Maybe it's because I'm picky about relationships, and I haven't found the right one yet."

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

"I am the only one left in the family." Miss Asman smiled and said: "A few years ago, my mother also accepted the call and returned to the embrace of the Lord."

Soon, Boss Luo had tried on several different dresses.

"Sir, like this lady, you are also a natural clothes hanger!" Miss Asman said with admiration: "You should step onto the spotlight stage, women will scream for you."

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

At this time, he was wearing the last dress. The maid came forward, arranged it, and said like a decision: "This one should be the best. Of course, if the size of the cuffs can be fine-tuned, it will be even better." alright."

"If it's just fine-tuning, it can be completed quickly." Miss Asman probably didn't want to miss this business, maybe because she was selling finished products.

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

Only when it comes to clothes, Boss Luo has no sovereignty.

After Asman took the clothes in and modified them, the maid lady and Boss Luo were at the counter in the lobby, picking out the buttons on the shirt cuffs.

"There are no relatives. I heard that Miss Asman is the only one left in the family." The maid said nonchalantly: "There is no problem with age...it seems normal."

She picked up a button, then picked up the boss's wrist and started gesturing... Probably out of dissatisfaction, she quickly put it back.

Boss Luo looked at the button styles on the plate. He thought this maid might be able to spend a whole day?

Just at this time.

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

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

After taking a look at the situation in the store, the woman paused for a moment 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 handed down from her ancestors. Miss Asman was currently making changes to the sleeves of her clothes... Suddenly, Miss Asman seemed to remember something.

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

She started flipping through it and very quickly she seemed to find the photo she was looking for.

She took out the photo, placed it on the desk lamp and looked at it carefully. It was an old photo passed down from her ancestors.

Yellowed and blurry, it would be no exaggeration to call it an antique.

"It's really similar..."

Miss Asman whispered in a low voice that she would look through these old photos in her spare time. Many of them were the styles of clothes recorded by her ancestors, as well as some photos left by customers.

She occasionally finds inspiration in these old objects.

Today she met a woman who she really wanted to make clothes for... Then, she discovered 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 was a line of text written by her ancestors.

The incomparable Mademoiselle Jeanne.

She read this line of text softly, her eyes blurred, and she murmured: "How on earth can a perfect woman be praised like this by our ancestors..."

"Praise, what."

At this moment, an incongruous voice interrupted Miss Asman's contemplation, and a tall woman in a white women's suit walked in directly. The woman took off the sunglasses on her face.

The dark blue eyes are as bright as sapphires.

Miss Assman then put the photo away, "Isabelle?"

The tall woman in front of me is the instructor of [Free City Academy], Ms. Isabel.

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"Have you finished the sets of clothes I asked you to help make two days ago?"

Isabel sat down directly.

For Miss Asman, Isabel has always been a strong person... Hearing this, Miss Asman said with a wry smile: "How dare I neglect your commission? In order to complete your commission, I pushed it one after another. The orders of several old customers will be complained about.”

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

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

"You are special." Isabel narrowed her eyes at this time, "I like the clothes you make very much, just like I like you when you were young. And this love can be maintained forever."

"Just come to me to make clothes." Miss Asman shrugged, "I've made what you want. Just wait for me and I'll bring it out for you."

"Wait a minute." Isabel suddenly called out, "Are the two people 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, "No matter how you look at it, they are all adults, right?"

"Why did we only meet now?" Isabel sighed with regret, "Time has played a joke on me."

Miss Asman seemed not 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 them?"

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

"It's really..." Miss Asman sighed helplessly: "What an evil capitalist."

Not only that, this ready-made clothing store is owned by Isabel, but more than 60% of this entire street is also owned by Isabel.

After a while, Miss Asman took out some packaged clothes and saw that Isabel was picking up the dress that was being modified and trying it on.

She stood in front of the mirror and moved her body.

"This dress is nice."

"The customer outside asked for this dress." Miss Asman glared.

"I didn't say I wanted to." Isabel chuckled, looking at Miss Asman with burning eyes and said, "I just don't know why, but every time I put on the clothes you sewed, I feel a strange feeling. , it seems to have become your feeling.”

Miss Asman was startled.

Isabel walked around behind Miss Asman and gently pressed her shoulders with both hands... Isabel was really tall, more than half a head taller than Miss Asman.

"Becoming you, or it's like you are by my side."

Isabel put her cheek lightly against Miss Asman's face and looked at the two reflections in the mirror.

Miss Asman's breathing gradually became heavier.

A voice whispered in his ears, "Actually, Asman who has become mature... is also very attractive."

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

After a while, Miss Asman hurriedly walked out holding the clothes.

Perhaps it was because the temperature of the room inside was relatively high... At this time, Miss Asman's face looked a little red, and her hair and white neck were also a little damp.

"Sorry, a regular customer has just arrived." Miss Asman apologized: "Sir, I have changed your clothes. Do you want to try them on again?"

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

"Ah?" Miss Asman was startled immediately and felt at a loss, "This..."

"This is the work penalty, please accept it." The maid threw out a crystal card, "I'm sorry for disturbing your time, Miss Asman."

The crystal card... is the wish crystal card of the petitioner.

Looking at this young lady's eyes, Miss Asman suddenly felt frightened and was too stunned to speak.

Judging from the faintly flowing light, the amount above is probably enough to buy an entire ready-to-wear store... Miss Asman was even more at a loss at this time.

But the maid and Boss Luo had already paid their respects, said their goodbyes, and left directly.

Ms. Asman sat alone in the shop with some disappointment, looking at the crystal card in her hand in a daze... The amount in it was more than she imagined... much more!

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

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"Miss, where are we going now?"

On the way, the driver looked in 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 moment... she heard a bang, and the car's tires burst suddenly, and then the direction became difficult to continue. In the panic, the beautiful girl driver only had time to step on the brakes.

However, in order to avoid the following car...the car, he finally lost control and crashed into a water pump beside the road.

Bang!

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

Isabel climbed out of the car in embarrassment, but the broken water pump was spraying water crazily.

Like a heavy rain, the embarrassed Isabel was suddenly wet... She became even more embarrassed, like a drowned rat.

"It's really... unlucky."

Isabel looked at the predicament in front of her with some confusion.