I’m A Baller

　　 "Boss, are you here?"

　　 In front of her relatives, Song Chen was a little embarrassed to call Wang Ge, how could he be a few months older than Wang Yan.

　　 However, after hearing that "Boss", Song Xi felt very uncomfortable.

　　Hey, my brother who has worked so hard to raise, he just turned his head and went to play with other children, so melancholy...

　　 Let's go, but luckily it's just a buddy, not a girlfriend, otherwise it would be worse.

　　Wang Yan had already talked with Song Chen about the situation while Song Xi was there, and then turned his head and smiled at her: "Hello, Sister Song."

　　 "Hello." Song Xi nodded politely.

　　 "I just wanted Xiao...Xiaochen to ask you for a place, but I didn't expect to pull you out directly...I really trouble you."

　　 "It's nothing, anyway, I plan to buy another set of sheets and quilts for Xiaochen."

　　 Song Xi tilted her head slightly while speaking, looking at the cloth shop next door, not wanting to face Wang Yan.

　　The girls from the lake, especially the garden flowers of the Information Institute, are not short of people to chase.

　　 There are even various second-generation suitors. In terms of performance and IQ alone, she is much better than the star master's scum, so her mentality is completely different from the star master's hungry seniors.

　　Wang Yan didn't think so much. He glanced at the stalls that obviously only serve students and the product quality is fairly average, and shook his head.

　　 "Sister Song, do you know where there is a better bedding store nearby?"

　　 "Uh... I don't know. I think, use the same thing..."

　　 Song Xi’s tone is very euphemistic, and his attitude is: I don’t really like the unnecessary luxury.

　　 Wang Yan understood more than half, smiled without saying a word, and turned to talk with the big sister at the booth.

　　 "Sister, how do you sell this towel?"

　　 "Three for 10 yuan, good quality, little classmate."

　　 "Which is the best?"

　　 "Well, the supermarket sells 22 pieces of sprinkles, I only sell 15 pieces, classmates, look at our ingredients!"

　　 "I can buy six, but you have to show me the way...Where is there a place selling real silk quilts and high-end four-piece suits nearby?"

　　 "Real silk... Yuelu doesn't have it, you have to go to Gaoqiao to find it. Come, come, I'll draw you a picture!"

Sister 　　 is very enthusiastic, using soul painting techniques + various gestures to let Wang Yan understand, roughly where to buy the things he wants.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Wang Yan was satisfied with the payment. Two towels of each of the three colors came, just one for each person in the bedroom.

　　 handed the plastic bag to Song Chen, Wang Yan asked Song Xi: "Sister Song, are you going with us? Do you want to send you back to school first?"

　　 Song Chen looked at her sister pleadingly, begging for company.

　　 Song Xi sighed with hatred for iron and steel, feeling that his brother is really dead, and then nodded happily.

　　 Let's go, sister continue to cover you!

　　 "No hurry, nothing will happen on Sunday today, I will accompany you to see."

When 　　 took a taxi, Wang Yan sat in the front and the siblings sat in the back.

　　 Song Chen felt unfavorable, a little depressed, and didn't say much. Song Xi had no choice but to chat with Wang Yan.

　　 "Xiaoyan, are you familiar with bedding?"

　　 Wang Yan didn't mean to pretend to understand, and he shook his head: "I don't know anything."

　　 "Then you?" Song Xi was so surprised, "There are so many fakes like real silk..."

　　 "It's okay, I'll find someone to ask."

　　 Wang Yan answered casually and immediately called Dave.

On the day when 　　 made the sea of ​​flowers, the bedding in the bedroom of the suite was changed by Wang Yan, and Dave was responsible for it.

　　 And the knowledge about real silk quilts is all Dave casually popular science, so it's right to ask him.

　　According to the regulations, during work hours, Dave can only hold his personal mobile phone when he is in the lounge. Otherwise, when the personal butler is serving customers, his cell phone ringing suddenly sounds embarrassing.

　　 But Wang Yan's luck is not bad, Dave directly connected, obviously did not find a new client.

　　 "Wang Shao? Hello."

　　 Wang Yan is no longer a hotel resident, so Dave silently changed his name again, he was a guy who printed details on his bones.

　　 Wang Yan didn't say much, there was something to say.

"I'm in Star City, and I plan to buy two sets of bedding. Unfortunately, Star City does not have your hotel. I can't find a caring staff. I have to trouble you. You are familiar with things like real silk quilts and four-piece sets. Huh?"

　　 Dave made a joke, very cold humor.

　　 "In Star City, our group may not have business plans in the short term. I can only recommend you Grand Hyatt or Kempinski. Relatively speaking, the service can catch up with the price."

　　 "In addition, Xinhualian and Four Seasons seem to have key projects under development, so you can keep your attention in the future."

　　 "Finally, I have some thoughts about quilts and the like, but it is not convenient to dictate. Otherwise, I will send you via WeChat later?"

　　 Dave is really amazing and always satisfying.

　　 Wang Yan smiled back: "Then I will trouble you."

　　 "No trouble, goodbye."

　　 It wasn't long after hanging up the phone, and various explanations began to come from WeChat. Wang Yan looked at it carefully and gradually gained more and more insight into the bedding products.

　　 got off at the Gaoqiao market, Wang Yan didn't go straight to the bedding brand stores and turned in to find a handmade tailor shop.

　　 Song Xi asked wonderingly: "Aren't you going to buy it? I think there is a brand direct store of Luolai and Mengjie at the door... Mengjie seems to be our Star City brand, and many people use it."

　　 Being able to chat is more comfortable than looking for a way.

　　Wang Yan is now learning and selling, and talked to her about the opinions of half industry insiders.

　　 "The best domestic mulberry silk ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ basically comes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, especially Su is the leader."

　　 "But real silk (mulberry silk) is a very delicate material, and the quality of things produced by mechanized mass production is actually very average."

"Don't worry about how big brands are fooling around. In fact, they are only strong in the high-density cotton fabric of the jacket. The filling is preferably Ordos cashmere, which is far inferior to handwork in terms of silk filling. The so-called silk quilt is even more made of tussah silk. A gimmick, it can only bluff one by one."

　　 "Every year in the silk harvest season, there are many craftsmen from all over the country who go to Suzhou and Hangzhou to personally select the cooked silk and bring them back to make handmade quilts."

　　 "Among them, tailors with the best craftsmanship make quilts far better than the assembly line products of big brands."

　　 "But the price is often only one-fifth to one-third of the big brands."

　　 "So, those who can cover the quilt, either choose special down or hand-made silk, and then use high-density pure cotton for four pieces to enjoy the ultimate lightness, close-fitting, and breathability."

　　Wang said something, eloquently, not hurriedly, so that Song Xi listened to it, and involuntarily aroused infinite yearning.

　　 At first she thought it was an unnecessary luxury, but now, she suddenly felt a little shaken.

Is 　　 really unnecessary?

　　Will the body feel of chemical fiber filling and real silk really be the same?

　　 "You are so particular..."

　　 She really sighed.

　　Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Me? It's still a long way away. It's just that I am pursuing a little fresh experience within my ability."

　　 Yun's light smile forced the table to burst.