Chapter 117

"It's all renovated, why don't you open the door for business?" Hua Jiujiu asked.

An Qingyan was completely defenseless, yawned, and sat down on the chair, "It's nothing special, it's just better than before when it's turned on."

For the past few days, she has been thinking about how to snatch the Jinhui Pavilion next door.

After thinking about it for several days, I finally came up with some solutions, but unfortunately none of them worked.

For example, promotions.

However, given the cost of cloth, how much discount can be given? Moreover, she can't always make discounts, so she may only have business during the discount period, and then she will be half-dead.

It can be said to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

For example, start with the style.

However, all the good embroidered ladies in Fangyuan Town were poached by Jinhui Pavilion, and the cost to find embroidered ladies in other places would increase a lot, moreover, Jinhui Pavilion would not give her this opportunity.

She tried many ways, but nothing worked.

In the end, they were even thinking about whether to give up struggling and rely on the power of the family.

But, she can't prove herself at all!

And once you can't prove yourself, the family will randomly arrange someone to marry.

This is not the result she wanted!

Last night, she suffered from insomnia again, and even pinned her hopes on Hua Jiujiu. At that moment, she was amused by her nonsensical thoughts, and she would count on a peasant girl!

Unexpectedly, this peasant girl came today.

Could it be that she heard her prayer last night?

Hua Jiujiu looked at the sloppy An Qingyan in front of her, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

She was a temperamental woman before.

Now, it's so sloppy!

However, this is her true nature.

She quite likes it.

After withdrawing her gaze, Hua Jiujiu looked around the shop, and finally moved a chair to sit opposite her, "The decoration is not bad."

"En." An Qingyan replied weakly.

The decoration is good, what's the use?

Hua Jiujiu hooked the corners of her lips, and took out a handkerchief from the pannier behind her, "See how this handkerchief is embroidered?"

An Qingyan wasn't in the mood to read it, but she took it out of politeness.

Cloth, not very good cloth.

Embroidery,...An Qingyan sat up straight all of a sudden.

"Good stitching!" She exclaimed, and looked at Hua Jiujiu in random surprise, "Jiujiu, where did this come from?"

She felt that her shop was saved!

"Look at this again." Hua Jiujiu took out another silk embroidered handkerchief.

An Qingyan took it over and looked at it carefully, and then became even more excited, "Okay, great!"

Although there are a few flaws, the embroidery is much better than the best embroiderer in the town!

Moreover, she didn't seem to have seen this stitch before.

Hua Jiujiu took out the remaining few handkerchiefs.

An Qingyan suddenly felt that her shop was saved!

"Jiujiu, tell me who embroidered this, and I'll spend a lot of money to invite her to come here." An Qingyan tightly grasped Huajiujiu's hand as if she was grasping at the last straw.

"She won't come." Hua Jiujiu had a picture in mind of his mother's embroidery.

"why?"

"Is it inconvenient?"

"Still not sincere enough?"

"Could it be...you embroidered this embroidery?"

An Qingyan made several conjectures one after another.

It has to be said that although An Qingyan came from a wealthy family and has reached the age, she still lacks some social experience, otherwise she wouldn't be so impatient at this moment.