Pushing the person into the curtain, she continued: "I think this outfit looks pretty good. If you're wearing the right size, let's go buy a pair of leather shoes."
"Still buying leather shoes?"
Gu Jiajie's voice was tangled and expectant.
The entanglement is that he doesn't have that much money, and the expectation is that he understands that wearing leather shoes and leather clothes is a status symbol.
"I'm ready."
Soon there was a disturbed voice from behind the curtain.
Gu Jin: "Come out and have a look."
The curtain was pulled away by the hand inside, and Gu Jiajie, who had changed into new clothes, walked out slowly.
He is good-looking himself, he wants to be tall and tall, and he wants to have a figure, and he puts on a new outfit, just like any young master.
Gu Jiajie, who put on new clothes, can be said to be the prettiest kid on the street!
Except for a pair of cloth shoes stained with yellow mud on his feet, they obviously didn't match his outfit.
"You look great in this outfit."
The eyes of the salesperson at the counter were slightly bright. She has been selling clothes here, and it is rare for a year to meet a few customers who can afford the clothes.
Hearing someone praise him, Gu Jiajie shrugged the hem of his jeans in embarrassment.
Gu Jin looked him up and down, and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
It is undeniable that this outfit of my cousin really fits very well, it is almost like a different person from what he was wearing before.
It is true that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and the ancients did not deceive me.
She generously offered her compliments: "Brother Jie, this outfit really suits you, and it looks good on you."
Hearing his sister's praise, Gu Jiajie felt a little real, and a bright smile appeared on his sunny face: "Really?"
"It's more real than pearls!"
Gu Jin walked to the counter and asked, "How much is this dress?"
"One hundred and twenty-five dollars for a leather jacket, twenty-eight dollars for jeans, and fifteen dollars for a light sweater, a total of one hundred and sixty-eight dollars."
Hearing the price, the smile on Gu Jiajie's face disappeared, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he turned around to take off his clothes.
Seeing him turn around and leave, Gu Jin stretched out his hand to give him a hand: "Why are you going?"
"... It's too expensive, I'll replace it." Gu Jiajie said coyly.
Gu Jin took out two volumes of Great Unity from his jacket pocket, counted 17 to the salesperson, and said, "I don't think it's expensive. People spend their whole life wearing nothing but eating and drinking. Wear it. I look very pleasing to the eye."
The saleswoman offered her two dollars.
Gu Jin took the money and asked the saleswoman, "Do you know where cheongsams are sold?"
"I know, at the end of the left turn, their family can order cheongsams, and they are the only ones selling them in this building."
At this time, it is not popular to wear cheongsam, so there are fewer sales.
Gu Jin thanked him, and took Gu Jiajie, who was still selling distressed money, away.
Following the route the salesperson said, the two quickly found a counter selling cheongsams.
Standing at the counter was a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Do you have a cheongsam suitable for me?"
Gu Jin asked directly.
She could tell that this shop was specialized in making cheongsams, and the finished products displayed were of different sizes and lengths, and some were wrapped in plastic bags with handwriting written on them, which should be custom-made.
Hearing the sound, Lu Jinrong raised his head, and saw Gu Jin standing in front of the counter, with a beautiful face, innocent and charming, but it was a pity that his clothes were tattered and unattractive.
He adjusted his glasses frame, looked up and down Gu Jin's figure, and said slowly: "Yes, but I don't bargain for my cheongsam, it's a bit expensive."
"How expensive is it?"