I’m A Baller

　　 Song Chen looked at Wang Yan, his eyes beaming 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 forced out.

　　 Handsome looks but dull temperament, so he always has some female fans who fall in love at first sight, but he always fails to make a positive result.

　　 Song Chen never complained, but in his heart, he yearned to be a "real man".

　　 Before this, he didn't know what a "real man" should look like. The classic tough guys in film and television dramas are always too thin to live.

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

　　 This is handsome!

　　 My sister, who has to do everything but always can’t do things right, is too petty...

　　Of course, my sister is the most beautiful, so I don’t accept refutation!

　　……

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

　　 The ugly little kid is the cutest!

　　 But, the kid is really tasteful and enjoys life...

　　 In comparison, how can a man in science and engineering be so rough!

　　……

　　 In the chaotic mood, Wang Yan finally found the destination of his trip, a small shop in the fabric market.

Half of the shops in the whole row of sheds hung signs such as "handmade mulberry silk quilts, high-end four-piece suits", and the small shop pointed to by the towel sister was shrunk in a corner, and the door face was bigger 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 wonder if you still laugh?" Song Xi was shocked.

　　 "Isn't the wine smelling deep in the alley..."

　　 As soon as Wang Yan started his head, he greeted Song Xi's ferocious spit: "School brother, now it is called Jiuxiang and I am afraid that the alley is deep. Why shouldn't you think about advertising and speculation?"

　　Wang Yan didn't want to argue with the girls, so he smiled indifferently and wandered to the shop without a name.

　　 Song Xi curled her lips, like a punch on the cotton, a little aggrieved.

　　 However, Song Chen is a person who doesn't know how to chat, but can't control his curiosity. He asked vigorously: "Boss, what's the matter? Don't just say half of it..."

　　 Wang Yan had to explain to him, a gentle narration like small talk.

　　 "The industries or shops that need to be advertised are homogeneous competitions."

　　 "However, in any industry, there is a small part of the most high-end products. Due to insufficient production capacity, supply exceeds demand, 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 similar fields, the effectiveness of word-of-mouth is enough to digest the scarce production capacity. Only a few or a dozen sets of fabric can be made, so why bother advertising?"

　　 "And this kind of behavior can also establish a compelling pattern, increase brand premiums, service premiums, customers will not only not be annoyed, but will maintain the brand side."

　　 "It's like this shop in front of you, being squeezed in a corner but living normally, there are only two possibilities."

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

　　 "Either it’s very dark, and it’s open for one month at a time. Or it’s very positive, and high-end customers can be balanced by word of mouth.

　　While talking and laughing, Wang Yan opened the door of the small shop, and a gentleman waited aside to let the girls advance.

　　 Song Xi paused, and then rushed in two steps.

　　As he passed by Wang Yan, he lowered his head in embarrassment and said thank you like a mosquito.

　　 Give Wang Yan a surprise.

　　 Miss sister, why are you blushing?

　　 I didn't do anything to you... right?

　　 Wang Yan didn't understand the situation, but Song Xi was a bit embarrassed.

　　 is dying, what a shame!

　　I pretended to be mature in front of others with great strength, but they made you speechless with a few words...

　　 Song Xi, Song Xi, this time you know someone outside the world, right?

　　 Until entering the store, Song Xi still did not slow down, pretending to look at the surrounding environment curiously, ignoring Wang Yan.

　　 There is actually no environment in the small shop.

　　 Among them is a sewing machine, surrounded by various quilts, and an aunt with a dull expression is sitting on a small bed inside.

　　 Seeing the guests coming, she got up in a hurry, but just smiled honestly.

　　 "What would you like to see?"

　　 "Are there any 100% silk quilts?"

　　 Hearing Wang Yan’s question, the aunt smiled proudly: "Of course there is, our family does this specifically."

　　 "Can you guarantee that it is genuine?" Song Xi didn't believe it.

　　 The aunty didn't give any extra explanation, turned around and pointed to the pile of quilts on the west shelf, facing the two boys.

　　 "My child, the shelves are all real silk quilts. Take one off at random."

　　 Wang Yan nodded to Song Chen, and my brother-in-law went and pulled one out.

　　 Auntie took the quilt, took off the outer quilt cover with 5÷2 three times, carried the quilt, and walked out the back door.

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

　　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.

Aunt 　　 asked Song Xi to help, unfold the quilt and let it hang out in the shade for everyone to see.

　　 Under natural light, it is white and snowy.

　　 "Okay! Now you feel free to touch it." The aunt smiled proudly.

　　 Song Xi feels it, but feels that it feels extremely soft, and can't feel any lumps, bumps, or pilling.

　　 Wang Yan knows that this is the way to distinguish mulberry silk from tussah silk. Mulberry silk is white in color, while tussah silk is particularly yellow. It can be distinguished at a glance under natural light.

"The materials in our house are all the best double-cocoon filaments, with a single filament length of more than 1,000 meters. My man personally came in from Tongxiang. You can find it in the market. There will be no second-home materials of this grade. ."

　　 Auntie rarely utters a long list of words, her momentum is defiant.

　　 "Child, do you have a lighter?"

　　 Song Chen and Song Xi stared at each other not knowing what auntie was doing.

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

Upon seeing this, Auntie 　　 returned to the shop with the quilt in her hand, pulled away the quilt cover, and carefully removed a handful from the edge.

　　 Then, I opened a bottle of 84 disinfectant water, poured it into a small cup, and threw the pinch of silk in it.

　　 Sister Song Chen became more and more confused.

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

While 　　 spoke, the silk gradually disappeared, and finally dissolved completely in the disinfectant.

"Wow……"

　　 The brothers and sisters exclaimed unclearly.

　　 "So, the quilt in Auntie's house is real silk?"

"Yes."

　　 Wang Yan nodded, calm on the surface, but actually muttering in his heart.

　　 It must be real mulberry silk, but I really can’t tell if it is double cocoon filament...

　　 Actually, it is not a big problem. Just based on the feel and color, the quality is very high.

　　The materials are good and the craftsmanship is enough. The key elements of a good quilt are just these two. It seems that each other can be satisfied.

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

　　 "One catty is 1,500. No matter how many catties you make, I only charge 1,000 for manual work."

　　 Auntie was so calm when she spoke, Song Chen and Song Xi almost thought they were hearing hallucinations.

　　 Then Wang Yan replied in a calmer tone: "Do you have any stocks here?"

　　 "Available in stock, but there are several sizes, you may not have to choose."

　　 "Just have it, I won't pick it."

　　 Wang Yan grinned.

　　 It’s not easy to find such a store today. It’s serious to buy it now.

　　 There is only one set of quilt issued by the school, and one is used in winter and summer. That big thick quilt is stuck on the body, it is suffocating.

　　 "2 catties of summer quilt and 4 catties of winter quilt will come in one set. Choose the one that is not too big for me. There is a single bed in the bedroom. Besides, can you customize it?"

"can!"

　　 "That's a 2m x 2m 4 size summer quilt and winter quilt each. If you think it should be multiple, just make multiple."

　　 "Oh, so big, the summer was 3 catties, and the winter was 6 catties!"

　　 "A total of 15 catties, at least 8 sets of bed sheets and duvet covers... use the best, right?"

"Ok."

　　 "The fraction will be erased for you, a total of 28 thousand."

　　 The total price came out, and the two siblings were taken aback.

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

　　 "Come over and fetch the quilt in fifteen days, unpack it and check it randomly. One of the filaments is not a double cocoon filament. I will refund you, and you will smash the sign outside."

Auntie 　　 was particularly agile in choosing something for Wang Yan and making a business. She was in a good mood and talked a little bit more.

　　 Wang Yan laughed blankly: "Why did I smash your brand? As long as the things are good and the construction is comfortable, patronizing your business every year is true."

　　 Auntie was busy bagging the quilt, and she said casually: "Okay."

　　Look, this is the good thing that you can sell without worrying about your cheap words.

　　After going out with big bags and small bags~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Song Xi suddenly asked, "So, is this store black and upright?"

　　 Wang Yan thought for a while and shook his head.

"It's not black! It's easy to put things like this level in big brand home textiles at five times ten times the price. You take all the gimmicks apart, but the comfort is really not as good as handmade silk quilts. "

　　 Song Xi's thoughts suddenly went off track: "It seems that you have used it?"

　　 Wang Yan recalled that the quilt of the Xiangji presidential set seemed to be an Italian brand, and the filling was Egyptian long cotton, which was blown very hard, but the feeling of sleeping was the same.

　　 Not as comfortable as the silk quilt Dave got.

　　 then nodded, and said cautiously: "I personally feel that real silk is more compact, thinner and more breathable."

　　 Song Xi didn't say another word, no one knew what she was thinking.

　　 Of course, Wang Yan didn't think about it at all, turned his head and forgot to the side.

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

　　 "I'm back to school."

　　 The sincerity of Wang Yan's hospitality was not enough, mainly because there was no time. Song Xi could hear it and refused.

　　 Song Chen finally didn't pit her sister again, and obviously knew that it was not appropriate to let her sister have dinner with a bunch of boys.

　　 The directions of the two schools were very different. Without a ride, Wang Yan sent Song Xi to the first taxi and handed the driver 50 yuan. Regardless of Song Xi’s refusal, he waved back.

　　 Watching the elder sister walk away, Song Chen carried the big bags and followed the eldest brother on the way home.