"Exactly the same."
The clerk looked confused, but was quickly replaced by a professional and capable smile, "I'm sorry, Miss, our store never makes two identical pieces of clothing."
"Oh, there's this kind of rule."
It's not like I haven't heard of the strange rules of Qiaomen Clothing Store.
Hua Ting was unwilling to accept it and still pretended to be embarrassed, "But I just want to order an exact cheongsam."
"Miss, I'm really sorry."
"I'll pay three times the price."
Only when his pockets were full did he realize that being a rich man is really not an ordinary pleasure.
"Miss, I'm really sorry."
Jianhuating's attitude was tough, and the clerk changed to a sales strategy, "This Nanjing homespun cloth is very good.
If you use this fabric to make cheongsam, the brocade fabric customized by Mr.
Bijian will be better."
Very soft and snug. ” When the clerk introduced this fabric, Hua Ting responded clearly, "So this is Nanjing homespun cloth.
Zhang Ailing seems to like this kind of fabric very much."
Seeing that Hua Ting was shaken, the clerk enthusiastically said: "Nanjing homespun cloth is really suitable for custom-made cheongsam, especially in summer.
It is highly breathable.
It seems that Zhang Ailing is also a discerning lady."
Hua Ting immediately rolled her eyes, "Do you know who Zhang Ailing is?"
"Uh" the clerk looked embarrassed, "Movie star" Zhang Ailing, a talented woman from the Republic of China, was a woman who loved gorgeous clothes.
She especially likes to wear cheongsam, and also likes to search for various exquisite and unique fabrics to make cheongsam.
She once bought homespun cloth from Guangzhou and Nanjing with great interest to make unique cheongsams.
However, Hua answered incorrectly: "Yes, a female star in Shanghai."
The clerk breathed a sigh of relief.
"But I don't want to change my mind.
I still want to order Mr.
Jian's cheongsam."
Hua Ting was planning to fight her to the end, "I'll give you three, four, and five times the price."
“I’m really sorry” "It turns out to be Miss Bai," a middle-aged man who looked like a store manager came down from the rosewood ladder nearby.
Seeing that it was Hua Ting, he hurriedly bowed politely to her, his posture looked very much like Bai's.
The dog-legged bodyguards around Qi Hong said, "Our store has always made exceptions for the Bai family.
As long as Miss Bai says it, we will do it."
These words were also meant to teach the female clerk on the side.
Hua Ting suddenly thought, why is the title of "Mrs.
Jian" not as impressive as "Miss Bai"?
It was conceivable that Bai Qihong's status in Shanghai was far beyond her imagination.
After cutting the fabric and measuring the size, the clerk attentively told me to come back in a week to pick up the new clothes.
Hua Ting stepped out of this Qiaomen clothing store with satisfaction.
And a week later, Hua Ting got her wish and got this bright red slim-fit cheongsam that was exactly the same as the one Zhao Yiran was wearing.
The cheongsam in Hua Ting's hand is 99,999 similar to Zhao Yiran in terms of color and fabric workmanship.
In front of Jian Yi, Hua Ting held a small knife and gently cut a cut with her finger.
When Jian Yi looked at her in shock, she raised an eyebrow in a mysterious way and said, "Jian Yi , the time to witness the miracle has arrived.
No matter what you see later, please don’t be surprised.
Remember, don’t be surprised.”
Jian Yi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his expression was indescribably funny, and what made him even more funny was Hua Ting opposite him.
"Look."
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Hua Ting spread the cheongsam in her hand on the table, and two drops of blood from the wound on her index finger naturally fell onto the chest of the cheongsam.
"Look!"
Hua Ting lowered her head and carefully focused her gaze on the two drops of blood on the chest of the cheongsam that were gradually turning into crimson marks.
Jian Yi also obediently tilted her head, wondering what the little girl Huating was up to.
Time passed by second by second, but the two drops of blood stains on the chest of the cheongsam still existed clearly and dazzlingly, showing no signs of fading away.
"Sister Hua, what do you want me to see?"
"Uh, how is that possible?"
Hua Ting took the cheongsam under the bright crystal chandelier in the living room.
No matter whether she looked at it horizontally, vertically or sideways, two drops of blood were still clearly visible on the chest of the cheongsam.
"Isn't it a problem with the fabric of the cheongsam?"
Only the cheongsam in Grandma’s hand is effective.”
"Sister Hua," Jian Yi pointed to her head and said in a serious tone, "Is there something wrong with you here?"
Hua Ting threw her clothes on the sofa aside in frustration, "It seems I won't be able to go back in the short term."
"If I don't accompany you, Sister Hua, I'll go to Paramount."
“Go to Paramount” "Well," expecting Hua Ting to follow, Jian Yi took the suit jacket on the back of the sofa and put his arms on her hips, gesturing for her to put it on, "Let's go."
The Paramount Ballroom was still brilliant, and the band puffed up its cheeks and played a popular saxophone dance.
The notes are like cheerful elves jumping around in the ballroom on the first floor.
At this moment, the door of Paramount is open, and people of all colors can be seen entering Paramount one after another; there are young gentlemen wearing hand-made suits and low-key fedora hats, there are also beautiful Chinese boys wearing traditional robes and mandarins, and even There are beautiful girls wearing Western-style skirts with waist and bone support, and of course there are mature women in slim cheongsam, holding a silk handkerchief, and twisting their postures step by step up the red steps of Paramount.
No matter how the world changes, Paramount still maintains its unique indulgence.
Shanghai Beach in these troubled times is really a magical place.
At that time, a large area of territory in Northeast China had been occupied by the Japanese army, and Yan'an was still secretly organizing underground parties and guerrillas.
The Nationalist Government was like a snake that could not swallow an elephant, dealing with it both internally and externally in a very awkward manner.
Therefore, a large number of elites in the business and political circles came to the front.
The old and the young, as well as heroes from all walks of life, gathered on the beach one after another, enjoying the wine now and getting drunk now, exchanging a lot of silver paper for fun and debauchery, squandering money and life without restraint.
Shanghai is always intoxicated Paramount is a luxurious experience that only the top VIPs in Shanghai deserve.
Shi Yinai wore a silk satin cheongsam with black embroidery and dark green peonies, which hugged her beautiful figure.
She wore a pearl waistcoat.
At first glance, she looked like a noble lady, but this outfit made her look a little heavier.
The smell of dust.
The way she talked with Fujita Shoji in the VIP seat seemed quite relaxed and comfortable.
It seemed that the plan was already halfway through smoothly.
"Are we going there?"
Hua Ting followed Jian Yi to a private seat.
"It seems there is no need for it at the moment."
"Why aren't you afraid that your partner will be fucked by Fujita Shoji?"
Hua Ting teased him funny.
His answer once again made her jealous, "Because love is not that stupid."
Cut Flower rolled her eyes.
After about three songs, Shi Yinai got up and left.
Before leaving, he did not forget to ask a waiter to hand the note in his hand to Jian Yi who was sitting in the corner seat in the name of delivering wine.
There were only four words on the note: go home and sleep.
"What do you mean?"
Hua Ting asked curiously.
"Mission failed."
"Failure" Hua Ting glanced at Fujita Shoji in the VIP seat, who was tasting the remaining half bottle of vodka alone, "Didn't you see that they were having a good conversation?"
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"It seems that Shoji Fujita," Jian Yi said thoughtfully, crumpled the note in his hand into a small ball, "don't do it because of love."
"Then which one does he do?"
As soon as the words came out, Hua Ting rolled her eyes twice intelligently, "I'll go meet him."
After all, Fujita Shoji had stared at her with his squinting eyes more than once.
Sweeping the chest area back and forth.
Before Jian Yi could stop him, Hua Ting had already moved towards Fujita Shoji's position.
Sure enough, the moment Fujita Shoji suddenly saw her, his narrow eyes suddenly lit up.
Even though she was just wearing an ordinary white shirt.
"Miss Bai, please have a seat."
Fujita Shoji consciously poured a full glass of vodka for her.
"Such a coincidence, Mr.
Fujita."
Hua Ting took it slowly.
"It's me and Miss Bai who are destined."
Fujita Shoji politely drank a glass of wine with her and finished it first.
Hua Ting naturally cooperated.
"It seems that Miss Bai hasn't been to Paramount for a long time."
When Mihana heard that the cup was empty, Fujita Shoji filled it up again.
"Yeah, I've been busy lately."
Hua Ting responded, glancing at Jian Yi on the opposite side.
"Ms.
Bai came alone."
I don't know if she was overthinking, but Shoji Fujita's words were extremely strange.
Even if I come alone, what does it have to do with you?
Hua Ting raised her chin towards the opposite corner openly and said, "With my husband."
"So that's it."
He sounded like he was unhappy, but Shoji Fujita was a veteran in officialdom after all.
Even if he was unhappy, he wouldn't show it too much, "I wonder if I would be honored to invite Miss Bai to dance later. " If you dance with him, you'll probably throw up on the spot.
"It still doesn't work, Mr.
Fujita, I haven't danced for a long time and my dance steps are unfamiliar."
"It doesn't matter, me too" "I heard that Mr.
Fujita" Huaying immediately cut to the chase, "he brought a new thing from Japan."
"It's a new thing."
Shoji Fujita laughed without thinking too much, "There is such a new thing.
Why, Miss Bai is also interested in it."
After saying that, he showed off with a proud face, "I recently wanted to do this with me.
There are too many people doing business.”
"What kind of new thing is this?"
"I think Miss Bai should know better."
It was indeed an old fox.
"So, Mr.
Fujita, are you interested in doing business with me?"
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