Chapter 371

Mr. Duan is very modest, but it's also a fact. He has been here for decades. Isn't he supported by the care of his neighbors?

"In fact, with your Kung Fu, move out of here and open a high-grade customized clothing store to ensure that business is booming."

Gao Mu suggested with a smile.

"The children of my family have said this many times. However, after so many years of feelings, I am reluctant to leave here. After a few years, I can't see it, so I support the little guys to open a better store outside. At that time, I don't think those old guys will blame me."

The old man's nostalgia is often difficult for young people to understand. Perhaps in the view of Mr. Duan, moving out of a street here is a betrayal of the support of neighbors for so many years.

"Why is it a grandson, not a son?"

Ma Yiming whispered in Gao Mu's ear. After listening for a long time, he understood a little. He just didn't understand why the old man's son didn't take over the old man's class, but his grandson followed him.

"Things have changed in the old man's family, so..." half of the words, his meaning is self-evident: "in addition, Duan is also a fashion design background in addition to the skills learned by the old man. If he didn't look at the old man and use his skills, he would have no problem opening a design room outside and making his own brand."

Buy one get one free. He took the initiative to disclose more information to Ma Yiming.

"So it is. It's strange. How are you so familiar with their situation? How do you know here?"

Gao Mu must not be surprised that he goes to a big brand store to buy clothes. It's just that a young man can make clothes in a tailor's shop that should be the only place for uncle and aunt. It's really hard to understand.

"Guess!"

Gao Mu smiled and didn't answer.

"You two little guys, what can't you say in front of the old man? Muttering, bullying me?"

Old man Duan looked at the two muttering people and scolded them with dissatisfaction.

"Old man, I don't think your ears are sharper than ordinary people. You see, you can hear us so quietly."

Mr. Duan can't talk about the back of his ears. He can only say that the function of his ears is deteriorating when he is old.

Normal face-to-face communication is basically no big problem, but when Gao Mu and Ma Yiming speak with their voices pressed down, he can't hear a word.

"Gaomu Laila."

Just as the old man was about to continue talking, the store door was pushed open and an equally young man came in.

A long ponytail is hung behind my head, which is very artistic.

"Listen to the old man, you sent clothes to the guests. Who, such a great style, needs our big designer to come out in person?"

From the conversation, we can hear that Gao Mu and their sons and grandchildren are really familiar.

"I'm kidding again. A distinguished guest introduced by a friend is eager to attend a cocktail party. He can't get through himself. I can only send it to him."

Xiaoduan puts down a big bag in his hand, walks behind Duan and habitually massages his shoulders.

"I don't have time. Can't I let the secretary or driver pick it up? I have to ask you to send it?"

Ma Yiming didn't recognize him, so he naturally added a word.

"You don't understand that." Ma Yiming's words were actually a little abrupt and embarrassing. Gao Mu quickly took the initiative to cut off: "All the clothes that the old man goes out here are tailor-made and hand sewn. After the clothes are ready, they will be decorated according to the guest's specific figure. If the guest can't come by himself, he can only come by himself. See if his big bag is not, it's full of tools."

Whether a craft food is good or not and whether it can satisfy others is actually reflected in the details, which often determine the final success.

"Who is this?"

Taking the opportunity, Duan asked.

"This is my brother. I'm going to attend a party in a few days. Today I'll bring you to help make a suitable suit." Gao Mu stood up and pulled Ma Yiming up: "time may be tight. Can you do it in two days?"

This is how their guests here rely on old customers to introduce new customers, which is the same.

Service first. Since it was a new guest, Xiao Ding took out his ruler and began to move on Ma Yiming for the first time.

"It's really a little tense in the two days, but it's not a big problem to work hard at night and push back the clothes that don't have a tight time." while recording the size, Xiao Ding calculated whether the time was allowed: "what are the requirements of style?"

"There's nothing to ask for. Just a formal suit. Well, be mature!"

Gao Mu replied without consideration.

"OK, you choose the cloth or I will."

"All you can do is come. I have only one request, that is, he will have clothes in two days."

"OK." let him finish it all, but it can improve his efficiency: "your clothes are ready. Try them on."

"No, it's not the first time I wear it. Just give it to me."

"Boo!" he went to the clothes hanger, took out a suit that looked very ordinary among the few ready-made clothes and semi ready-made clothes, wrapped it carefully and handed it to Gao Mu: "his clothes are ready, and I'll call you again."

"Call him directly." before the final ready-made clothes, he still needs to wear them to make detailed adjustments. Gao Mu is afraid that his mobile phone will be turned off: "old horse, leave your phone."

As early as the night when Ding Li and Wang Ziyi went to the hospital for examination and left, Gao Mu equipped Ma Yiming and Ding Li with mobile phones for convenient contact.

Although the models are limited, the styles of Nokia and motorcycle are still good.

"OK!"

Ma Yiming wrote his mobile phone number under the size.

"Old man, if you are busy first, I will withdraw first."

"Go, go, you go. The old man can make clothes quietly."

Mr. Duan really likes making clothes. The word tailor has been integrated into his blood.

"Hahaha, OK, don't bother your boss to show his skills."

Gao Mu didn't stay because he had something to do. In fact, he and Duan Laozi had a feeling of forgetting their years. They both liked to talk.

"Grandpa just likes to joke. Don't care."

Xiao Ding, who took them to the door, said sorry.

Gao Mu smiled faintly. How could he care about the old man's words, but: "I don't think the old man's spirit is very good today. Is he tired?"

"I don't think so, but his spirit seems to be a little depressed these two days. I asked him if he was uncomfortable. He felt that everything was normal."

"No, just take him to the hospital for examination. Such an old man still needs to pay attention at any time."

"Well, thank you for reminding me. I will."

"Let's go. If you need help, call me."

"Goodbye!"

Ding Li ran with a tiger's head and waited for them on the roadside. He took the clothes bag in Gao Mu's hand and spread it in the trunk.

Then the last one got on the bus and left smoothly with one foot on the accelerator.

When passing a street, two people jumped out, looked suspiciously at their tiger head running, and chased after them for tens of meters.

But unfortunately, even if they have bolt's level, they can't catch up with the car. In the end, they can only watch the car go away.

"See clearly?"

One of them put his hands on his knees, bent over and gasped heavily.

A yellow hair, neck, jacket collar, a tattoo of the "handsome" word looming.

"I see clearly. It's definitely the model that night."

The other man pressed his hands on the tree on the sidewalk, breathing heavily.

"Bullshit, did I ask you about the car model? Is it the car that night? I don't know. I need to ask you." the thick breath of yellow hair stopped breathing: "did I ask you to see the people in the car?"

"This, No."

He shrunk his neck in embarrassment. The little brother looked at the muscle twitch on the ground. He was actually very upset about the scolding of yellow hair.

I really think of myself as the second son of the team.

"MMD, driving so fast, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Huang Mao didn't see it clearly, so he could only curse the cars driving on the street.

The ferocious scolding startled a mother and daughter walking by, and hurriedly trotted away.

"Hum!" Huang Mao looked at his mother and daughter contemptuously and continued to say to himself: "fortunately, I have sharp eyes and can see the license plate number clearly."

"What's the use of seeing the license plate number? I'm not sure if it's them."

The younger brother opposite Huang Mao muttered.

I didn't see the license plate last time. What's the use of seeing the license plate this time?

It's just the same model, and I'm not sure it's the original car, let alone the people on the car who destroyed their good deeds?

"Hum, you know a fart!"

Huang Mao swears and goes back, a cunning gliding through his eyes. Is it the car that night and the people that night very important?

Since no one knows who was in the car that day and the license plate number, he has found such a similar car now.

Well, if he says yes, it must be. The car is a person.

His goal is to find the car and people that night, and then sit as the second leader of the team. Whether he is wronged or whether he has found the right person can be ignored in front of his interests.

What Huang Mao doesn't know is that there is nothing wrong with his abdominal Fei. What he met today is the Lord, the man is the car.

Similarly, the three people in the car didn't know that such an interesting scene happened after their car.

Ma Yiming is still struggling about how Gao Mu knew Mr. Duan and his sons and grandchildren: "I think one of them is dazed and the other is not old. The clothes they make are really good?"

Then he deliberately patted Versace on his body.

"When the clothes are ready, you can put them on and have a look. Why do you have so many questions?"

Gao Mu closed his eyes and began to sleep and think.

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