Dayu Execution Officer, begins to torture the demon girl's fiancee

Chapter 67

"Where are your eyes looking?"

After Yan'er noticed his gaze, she subconsciously raised her arms and put them in front of her, pursed her mouth and looked at Zhao Cuo with dissatisfied eyes.

"Madam, can you start a garment business?"

Zhao Cuo asked without changing his face.

"few."

Madam Yan shook her head.

"Except for some high-ranking officials who can make custom-made clothes, most ordinary people buy materials and sew their own clothes. What's wrong?"

"Where are the bellybands that women wear?"

Zhao Cuo suddenly said something abrupt.

"Aren't you teasing Yan'er?"

Yan'er gouged her out annoyedly, her purple eyes were charming and affectionate, seductive.

"I'm discussing with you seriously."

Although Zhao Cuo said so, he also knew in his heart that discussing such topics with women of this era is proper harassment.

"This business is naturally done."

Fortunately, Yan'er is not an ordinary woman, and she doesn't even blush a little. She deserves to be the one who asked the maid to take him to the boudoir without saying a word.

"How exactly?"

Zhao Cuo asked further.

"let me see……"

Madam Yan raised her small hand to touch her shiny chin.

"My subordinates told me that we opened a Lengxiang Pavilion in Xiangjing, which specializes in women's items such as makeup and powder. Naturally, there are aprons, but the business is not good, so they are not taken seriously."

"Then start here."

Zhao wrongly nodded and said.

"You, a big man, want to teach me how to do the bellyband business?"

Yan'er looked at him with a bit of disgust.

"Go to your house and talk about it."

Zhao Cuo, who had already decided not to be a human being, would not be ashamed of such a thing. The stupid Yan'er was easily aroused by him, and when the two maids came back, they got into the carriage and headed for the outskirts of the capital.

……

"This... what kind of crooked way is this!"

In the boudoir full of glittering decorations, Yan'er looked at the sketch in her hand that was made by Mr. Zhao with a look of astonishment, and even now she felt a little hot.

"Any questions?"

Zhao Cuo, who was sitting on her jade bed, asked nonchalantly.

"What do you say?"

Yan'er looked at him with a flushed face.

"How many women dare to wear something that is hard to talk about at first glance?"

"Madam, why don't you try it on first?"

Zhao wrongly suggested.

"Absolutely not!"

She puffed up her cheeks. This girlish demeanor combined with a woman's figure is really hard to control.

"Are monks in the dignified fourth realm still bound by worldly concepts?"

Zhao mistakenly used the aggressive method that must be effective for her.

"Do you think it's useful to provoke me?"

With a sullen expression on her face, Yan'er stepped forward and pulled him up from the bed, turned around and walked outside.

"However, in order to deal with Xiao's Chamber of Commerce's offensive, it's okay for me to wrong myself a little bit. I'd like to see how good your stuff is."

Plan pass.

"Madam can still be a girl?"

Zhao Cuo was dragged by her to a room with a beautiful loom.

"What's so difficult about this?"

Yan'er raised her slender eyebrows, shouted to the outside, and a maid came in.

"Make this thing for me."

She said while handing over the manuscript paper in her hand.

Zhao Cuo: "..."

Yan'er's maids are basically half of her disciples, and with the addition of Taoism, she quickly made a few samples.

"I really don't know what's going on in your head..."

Madam Yan looked at the clothes in her hand with a reddish face.

"It's already getting dark, madam, if we don't hurry up, we will waste our cultivation time."

Zhao Cuo reminded.

"Then what are you still standing here for?"

Yan'er glanced at Zhao Cuo who returned to the dormitory with her.

"You don't want me to wear it for you, do you?"

She snorted softly, but Zhao Xiaogong didn't respond, turned around and walked out of the room and closed the door.

"It's okay to sell it as an interesting thing in the house to those noble ladies in Beijing."

Yan'er also felt that this thing was not useless, but it should be impossible to replace the bellyband, and ordinary women would not accept it.

The subtle sound of cloth rubbing against each other sounded, and the widow of the late emperor blushed, unable to move her eyes away for a while, facing the bronze mirror.

but……

"Why does it seem to be more comfortable to wear than usual... So this is the beauty of this thing!"

She, who already had a plump figure, reacted immediately, turned around in surprise, walked to the door of the room, opened the door, and joyfully took the hand of the handsome young man standing outside.

"I see!"

She excitedly said to Mr. Zhao who stayed where he was for some reason.

"Your clothes seem to be more beneficial to the body than bellybands. We only need to find a few apricot grove masters to spread the word, and we can definitely make this thing a woman's necessity!"

"It's good that you understand..."

Zhao Cuo reluctantly looked away from her.

"what?"

Madam Yan tilted her head blankly, then the smile on her face froze, and she lowered her head to look at her plump body.

"Go back to the house quickly."

Zhao Cuo helplessly raised his hand and pressed it on her delicate fragrant shoulders, pushed the idiot who got carried away when he got excited, into the room, and closed the door before her eyes filled with tears.

"The one just now doesn't count."

After a long time, the two sat cross-legged on the jade bed in the house. Although Yan'er with red eyes was brooding about what happened just now, she didn't blame Zhao Cuo, and lowered her head pretending nothing happened.

"This thing of yours can indeed be done. I will arrange it tomorrow. You can decide how to settle the bill."

"Fifty to five points is enough."

Zhao Cuo said casually.

"Anyone can easily imitate this once it comes out. You have to establish your unshakable position in the market before imitations become popular."

"Um……"

Madam Yan suddenly frowned.

"But it needs to be tailor-made to wear. You have to find a way to separate the models. Otherwise, I'm afraid only wealthy families can afford it."

"From small to large, we can use A, B, C, D, E to grade."

Zhao made a mistake and took out the algorithm that she had written just now when she was changing clothes. He was once a young and promising person who had studied this area of ​​knowledge, but it was a pity that he hadn't had time to clear the browser history before coming to this world.

"Keeping this secret can greatly slow down the speed at which imitations appear."

"Are you prepared?"

She looked down at the contents of the paper in her hand and easily figured out her own measurements.

"Yan'er is within Ding's range..."

"You don't need to tell me that."

Zhao made a mistake to remind.

"Isn't it obvious at a glance?"

Yan'er looked at him strangely.

"You still have this ability?"

Zhao Cuo was shocked.

"What model is the Empress Dowager?"

"It's C's third... Yan'er won't tell you!"

"Practice."

(End of this chapter)