It's past eight o'clock in the morning.

The shops on Butterfly Street opened one after another, and the road became lively from the previous desertedness.

The whistle and sound of the car came one after another, and people wandered out in groups of three or three.

In between, there is a boy riding an electric bike coming leisurely.

parking!

Open the door!

"Xiao An, you are here."

Yang Guihua, who heard the sound, quickly poked her head out and looked at it. Seeing that it was him, she came over.

He was stunned.

Why does this sound like waiting for him for a long time?

He responded politely: "Aunt Yang, are you asking me for trouble?"

"There is something, there is something."

"Then come in and talk."

As soon as Yang Guihua took her seat, she couldn't wait to say: "Xiao An, did you give me a few buttons yesterday? It happened that my daughter came to the store yesterday afternoon. When she saw that these buttons were quite exquisite, she suddenly had an idea and made them into necklace pendants and pendants. What did you think of the result?"

This sudden confusion made Su An a little confused.

However, seeing Aunt Yang smiled like a fat man with a 300 pound pound.

The result can be imagined.

It must be related to Grandpa Mao.

“All were bought?!”

"Yes, they were all bought by a few girls who like the ancient flavor. Those girls were so happy about the jewelry..." She clapped happily.

After hearing this, he probably guessed that Yang Guihua was coming to find him.

"Xiao An! Aunt Yang is here to find you this time, mainly because she wants to get some buckles from you. You can see if you have any extras. Just give it to Aunt Yang evenly."

Yang Guihua said a little embarrassedly.

After all, Xiao An does not do buckles for wholesale.

"Aunt Yang, these buckles are all handmade and the price is not cheap. For example, this ordinary flower buckle, the price of one is nearly 100 yuan."

She thinks that a price of nearly 100 yuan is totally worth it.

No!

She even had a feeling that she had made money.

“The price is not a problem.”

"Then how much do you want? If it's more, I don't necessarily have time to do it."

"My small jewelry store doesn't have much passenger flow a day, so I can't ask for too many. For those with these flower-shaped buckles, I'll have three or four of them first. I'll sell it out and ask you to enter, do you think you can?"

"OK!"

In addition to yesterday's style of the flower buckle, Yang Guihua also selected several other styles of buckles.

After selecting all of them, determine the required quantity separately.

Su An calculated the prices one by one and gave a small fraction of them.

A total of five thousand complete.

Yang Guihua took out her mobile phone as if she had picked up a treasure and immediately paid for the WeChat red envelope.

Money and goods are cleared.

No, right.

The money has been cleared.

As for the goods.

Su An is still working hard.

In order not to disturb his work, and there was no one in the jewelry store to guard the store, Yang Guihua went back to the store first and came to pick it up after he was ready.

For the sake of having money to make a fortune, Su An worked hard to get the plate up and down...

The more you drive, the more you can handle it.

The more you plate it, the more you become, the more you become.

However, just when he was in high spirits, his cell phone rang out of time: "A long yellow dress, fluffy hair, holding my hand to see the latest oil paintings on display..."

Caller Su Jianzhong, Su An’s father, and the fifth generation successor of Jinxiu Cheongsam Shop.

"Yeah, Lao Su, the boss who is a good old man at home, suddenly remembers to call me?"

He answered the phone with doubts.

Lao Su went straight to the topic: "Xiao An, why did I hear that you are going to participate in the creative folk activities of "Successful Gods"? Is this really the case?"

"Oh, Lao Su, you are well-informed! I signed up yesterday and you called this morning. You were not planning a spy next to me, right?"

In fact, Su An was not surprised that Lao Su knew about him participating in the competition.

After all, Lao Su also has a lot of interpersonal relationships in this ancient street.

"Don't be poor, you said, what are you going to take to participate in the competition?"

"Pin-button!"

"Pin-buckle? Are you planning to use a single-buckle to participate in the competition? Who gives you the courage?"

"Liang Jingru!"

He said the most sarcastic words in the most domineering tone.

Lao Su:(o_o)??

Could it be that a woman named Liang Jingru encouraged Xiao An to sign up?

But why did Xiao An obey her words?

"Who is Liang Jingru, is your girlfriend?"

Why!

This is the generation gap!

"She is a female singer who sings "Courage."

Lao Su:...

"Xiao An! I'm telling you the serious business, can you be more upright?"

"Dad, after I practice hard and read the various buckle making books you left behind, I can make a lot of buckles now. Although they are not perfect, they are also very exquisite. Even Aunt Yang from the jewelry store next door has taken a fancy to me and wants to make my buckles into jewelry. She just now bought a lot of buckles from me! Look, even Aunt Yang, a wealth-keeping slave, is willing to purchase goods at a high price, which shows that the buckles I made are exquisite enough."

"You Aunt Yang really got the goods from you?"

"Really. If you don't believe it, you can call Aunt Yang to ask."

No one knows a son is better than a father.

Although Su An has been a little bit naughty since childhood and has an ordinary qualification for making cheongsams, he never lies.

Based on this alone, Lao Su would choose to believe it.

But there are many folk masters, and he is still worried that Su An, who is not proficient in craftsmanship, will compete with those masters?

It’s just that if you need special training!

An idea spread in his heart.

It is imperative!

He kept saying "goodbye" and didn't give Su An a while, so he hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy voice of "Dududu", Su An was confused and complained: "Is this dead? This does not conform to Lao Su's calm personality..."

Don’t guess Old Su’s thoughts.

Don't guess, don't guess!

He couldn't figure it out after guessing.

not understand.

So, he put away his phone and continued to do the remaining buttons.

Not long after, all the required buttons were completed.

"In person delivery? no,"

A WeChat message was given to Yang Guihua and notified her to come and pick up the goods.
To be continued...