The next day, Celia was in the stall as usual. The bell-bottom pants and batwing blouses were very well sold, and also some, the coats and anchored pants, were almost sold out. She had planned to go to the H city again, and she had to make some preparations.

"Girl, you see, there are a few more shops here today. The clothes style is almost the same as the ones you sell, and the price is twice lower than yours. Others only want 20 dollars."

Celia got up a little late the next day as she was familiar with the place. When she went to the stall, stalls on both sides had already opened, and the enthusiastic vendors told her.

"Really?"

She had anticipated this. But no one in the county couldn't find the same fabric no matter how hard they tried. They could just copy the style. But their price was extremely low.

"I've just looked at them. The clothes are of the same style, but they are not of the same quality as yours. In

and we can't force them to buy it."

Celia would never force anyone to buy her clothes. The vegetable woman who had a good relationship with her was extremely worried. Till now, she hadn't sold any clothes. However, at the opposite stall, she saw a lot of customers crowded.

At the moment, Celia had a bowl of noodles so she had more energy for the business.

Not long after, a woman who was bargaining with him just now came back.

"I'll take this batwing dress. Please wrap it for me."

She didn't haggle over the price, but took out her purse quickly.

"Okay."

"By the way, do you have other colors?"

"No. This is the last one."

Celia stopped and said.

"Okay, I'll take it."

The customers who came here for the second time were much more clear and decisive than the customers who came here for the first time. Besides, they were not picky about the color of the last batwing shirt and placed orders directly.