God of Life

Song Chen looked at Wang Yan, his eyes shining straight.

As a child who grew up in the shadow of his sister, half of his introversion came from nature, and the other half was born out of it.

He looks handsome but has a temperament, so he always has some female fans who fall in love at first sight, but he always fails to cultivate the right results.

Song Chen never complained about anything, but in his heart he longed to become a "real man".

Before this, he did not know what a "real man" should look like. The classic tough guy images in film and television plays are always too thin and not enough for life.

Until he met Wang Yan, he began to be convinced and gradually developed a kind of worship.

This is handsome!

My sister who always manages everything but can’t manage the right place is really too small...

Of course, my sister is the most beautiful and does not accept rebuttals!

...

On the contrary, Song Xi's perception of Wang Yan became more and more contradictory while being surprised and envious.

The little boy who is so troublesome is the least cute!

However, the little fart boy is really tasteful and enjoys life...

How can boys in science and technology be so rough by comparison!

...

In a mess of emotions, Wang Yan finally found the destination of this trip, a small shop in the fabric market.

In the entire row of sheds, half of the stores were hung with the "handmade mulberry silk quilt, high-end four-piece set" and the like, and the small shop that the towel elder sister pointed to was narrowed around a corner, and the door was more than others Half smaller.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Wang Yan's face deepened.

Song Chen asked timidly: "Boss, is this reliable?"

"I don't know." Wang Yan shook his head.

"I don't know if you still laugh?" Song Xi was startled.

"The wine is not afraid of the deep alley..."

As soon as Wang Yan opened his head, he ushered in the ferocious vomiting of Song Xi: "Student, now it's all called wine, and I'm afraid that the alley will be deep. Why can't you deal with advertising or speculation?"

Wang Yan didn't want to compete with the girls, so he smiled indifferently and walked to the shop with no name.

Song Xi pouted, like a punch on cotton, a little suffocated.

However, Song Chen is a person who can't chat but can't control his curiosity. He keeps asking: "Boss, what's going on? Don't just say half of it..."

Wang Yan had to explain to him, a gentle narrative like gossip.

"Advertising is required in industries or shops with relatively homogenous competition."

"However, in any industry, there are so few high-end products, limited by insufficient production capacity and in short supply, so there is no need to spend money on promotion."

"A lot of high-end luxury goods are actually not advertised, such as high-order suits-when customers reach that level and actually have that kind of demand, they will naturally come to the door."

"In a similar field, the effectiveness of word-of-mouth is enough to digest the scarce production capacity. A fabric can only make a few sets or dozens of sets. Why not advertise?"

"Moreover, this kind of behavior can also establish a compulsion and increase the brand premium and service premium. Customers will not only be annoyed, but will maintain the brand side."

"It's like the shop in front of you, squeezed in the corner but alive normally, there are only two possibilities."

Song Chen was dazzled by Wang Yan's analysis, and then asked a nonsense: "Which two?"

"Either it's very dark, and eat one month at a time. Or it's very positive, and it can smooth out high-end customers by word of mouth."

In the chat room, Wang Yan pushed open the door of the shop, and the gentleman waited aside to let the girls advance.

Song Xi paused, and then rushed in two steps.

When passing Wang Yan's side, he bowed his head embarrassedly and said thanks like a mosquito.

Was stunned by Wang Yan.

Miss, what are you blushing for?

I didn't care about you... right?

Wang Yan didn't understand the situation. In fact, Song Xi was a bit ashamed.

It's humiliating!

Jin Jin'er pretends to be mature in front of others, and as a result, others will make you speechless...

Song Xi, Song Xi, do you know someone outside this time?

Until entering the store, Song Xi still did not slow down a bit, so he looked at the surrounding environment curiously and ignored Wang Yan.

There is really no environment in the shop.

One of the sewing machines was surrounded by a variety of quilts, and an aunt with a sly expression was sitting on the small bed inside.

Seeing the guests coming, she got up too busy, but only smiled happily.

"What do guests want to see?"

"Are there 100% real silk quilts?"

Hearing Wang Yan’s question, the aunt smiled proudly: “Of course there is, our family specializes in this.”

"Can you guarantee the authenticity?" Song Xi was a little unbelieving.

The aunt said nothing redundant, and turned to point to the stack of quilts on the west shelf, facing the two boys.

"Boy, there are real silk quilts on that shelf. You just pull one down."

Wang Yan nodded to Song Chen, and the youngest uncle drew one.

The aunt took the quilt, took off the quilt outside 5÷2 three times, carried the quilt and walked out the back door.

"Come on, little girl, come and see with aunt."

The back door of the shop leads directly to the outside of the market. It is a small open space filled with bicycles, motorcycles and tricycles.

The aunt asked Song Xi to help him unfold the quilt and show it to everyone in the sun.

Under natural light, the snow is white.

"Okay! Now you can touch it casually." Aunt smiled proudly.

Song Xi felt it, but he felt that it was very soft and could not feel any hard spots, pimples, or pilling.

Wang Yan knew that this was the way to distinguish mulberry silk from tussah silk. Mulberry silk was white in color, and tussah silk was particularly yellow, which could be distinguished at a glance under natural light.

"The materials in our house are all the best double-cocoon filament material, the length of the monofilament is more than 1000 meters. My man came in from Tongxiang in person. You can find it in the market, there will not be a second home-made material ."

Auntie rarely speaks a bunch of words, the momentum is unprecedented.

"Child, do you have a lighter?"

Song Chen and Song Xi couldn't figure out what the aunt was doing, and looked at each other.

Wang Yan guessed something, but unfortunately, he didn't smoke and didn't get a lighter.

Seeing this, the aunt took the quilt and returned to the shop, unzipped the shroud, and carefully removed a handful from the edge.

Then, open a bottle of 84 sterilized water, pour it into a small cup, and throw the bunch of silk into it.

Sister Song Chen became more and more embarrassed.

Wang Yan explained: "Really silk is animal protein, not plant fiber. 84 disinfectant contains a lot of strong alkali, which will dissolve animal protein."

During the conversation, the silks gradually disappeared, and finally dissolved in the disinfectant.

"Wow……"

The sister and brother exclaimed unconsciously.

"So, is the aunt's quilt really silk?"

"Yes."

Wang Yan nodded, calm on the surface, but he was also muttering.

It must be true mulberry silk, but I really can’t tell whether it is a double-cocoon filament...

In fact, the problem is not big, just rely on the feel and color, just know that the quality is very high.

The materials are good and the craftsmanship is enough. There are just two key elements of a good bed. It seems that the other party can be satisfied.

"How much is it?" Song Chen couldn't wait to ask Wang Yan the price.

"One kilogram of 1500. No matter how many kilograms you make, I will only charge 1,000 for the manual fee."

When the aunt spoke, she was very calm, and Song Chen and Song Xi almost thought they were listening.

Then Wang Yan replied in a more calm tone: "Are you in stock here?"

"Available from stock, but there are only a few sizes, you may not have to choose."

"Just do it, I won't pick it."

Wang Yan grinned.

It's not easy to find such a store today, and it's serious to buy it now.

There is one set of quilts issued by the school, one for winter and summer, and the big thick quilt is stuck on the body, which is really suffocating.

"Two jin summer quilts and 4 jin winter quilts, one for each. Choose the one that is not too big. The bedroom is a single bed. Also, can you order it at home?"

"can!"

"Then, a set of 2m x 2m4 summer quilts and winter quilts will come in a set. If you think it should be multiple, do multiple."

"Yo, so big, Xia got 3 pounds, winter was 6 pounds!"

"A total of 15 pounds, at least 8 sets of bed sheets and quilts...all the best?"

"Ok."

"The fractions are wiped out for you, a total of 28,000."

The total price came out, and the two sisters were shocked again.

Wang Yan immediately swiped the card to pay the money, without any hesitation.

"Fiveteen days later, I came to pick up the quilt. I opened it and inspected it casually. There was a filament that was not a double-cocoon filament. I refunded your money. You smashed the outside sign.

Auntie especially wanted to pick things up for Wang Yan and made a single business. She was in a good mood and talked a little bit more.

Wang Yan smiled dumbly: "Why am I smashing your brand? As long as the things are good and the cover is comfortable, UU reading www.uukanshu.com every year to patronize your business is true."

The aunt was busy bagging the quilt and casually dealt with a sentence: "OK."

See, this is a good product that doesn't worry about selling, don't care about your cheap words.

After carrying the big bag and the small bag, Song Xi suddenly asked: "So, is this store black and right?"

Wang Yan thought about it and shook his head.

"It's not dark! It's very easy to put things like this level in big-brand home textiles and sell them for five to ten times the price. You take apart all those gimmicks. In fact, the comfort level is really not as good as handmade silk quilts. "

Song Xi's thinking suddenly went off course: "It seems you have used it myself?"

Wang Yan recalled that the quilt set by President Xiangji seemed to be an Italian brand. The padding was made of Egyptian cotton. It blew very badly, but that was how it felt when sleeping.

Far less comfortable than the set of silk Dave got.

So he nodded and said cautiously: "I personally feel that the real silk is more close-fitting, thin and breathable."

Song Xi said nothing, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Of course, Wang Yan didn't even think about it, and turned his head and forgot to aside.

"Carrying so many things, Xiaochen, let's go back to the bedroom and eat again...Sister Song, otherwise you give me a chance to express my gratitude?"

"I go back to school."

The sincerity of Wang Yan's guests is not enough, mainly because there is no time, Song Xi can hear it and simply refuses.

Song Chen finally didn't pit her sister, obviously she also knew that it would be inappropriate for her sister to have dinner with a large group of boys.

The directions of the two schools were very different, and they didn't take a bus. Wang Yan sent Song Xi to the first rental car and handed the driver 50 yuan, regardless of Song Xi's refusal, and waved back.

Seeing the elder sister go away, Song Chen carried the big bag and followed the elder brother on their way home.

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