God of Life

"Boss, are you here?"

In front of his own sister, Song Chen was a little embarrassed to call Brother Wang, no matter how he was, he was a few months older than Wang Yan.

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

Hey, the little brother I raised so hard, went to play with other kids as soon as I turned around, so sad...

Okay, luckily it's just a buddy, not a girlfriend, otherwise it would be even worse.

While Song Xi was thinking about it, Wang Yan had finished chatting with Song Chen about the situation, 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 bed sheets and quilt covers for Xiaochen."

Song Xi tilted his head slightly when he spoke, and looked at the fabric shop next door, not wanting to face Wang Yan head-on.

The girls from Huda, especially the girls from the Institute of Information, are not short of people chasing after them.

Among the suitors, there are even all kinds of second generations, who are much better than the scumbags of Star Master in terms of grades and IQ, so her mentality is completely different from Star Master's hungry seniors.

On the contrary, Wang Yan didn't think too much about it. He glanced at the booth that obviously only served students and the product quality was quite average, and shook his head.

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

"Uh... I don't know. I think they all work the same..."

Song Xi's tone was very tactful, expressing his attitude: I don't really like that kind of unnecessary luxury.

Wang Yan understood more than half of it, smiled and said nothing, and turned to chat with the eldest sister at the booth.

"Sister, how do you sell this towel?"

"Three pieces for 10 yuan, the quality is very good, little classmate."

"Which is the best?"

"Well, the supermarket sells it for 22 yuan, but I only sell it for 15 pieces. Classmates, look at our materials!"

"I can buy 6, but you have to show me the way... Is there a place nearby that sells real silk quilts and high-end four-piece suits?"

"It's real silk... Yuelu doesn't have it, you have to go to Gaoqiao to find it. Come, come, let me draw a picture for you!"

The eldest sister was very enthusiastic, and used soul painting skills + various gestures to let Wang Yan understand, roughly, where to buy what he wanted.

"Thank you."

Wang Yan was satisfied with the payment, and there were two towels in each of the three colors, which happened to be one for each person in the dormitory.

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

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

Song Xi sighed resentfully, feeling that his younger brother was really doomed, and then nodded happily.

All right, sister continue to cover you!

"No hurry, there is nothing to do today and Sunday, I will accompany you to take a look."

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

Song Chen felt that he was not good at doing things, and was a little depressed, so he 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 pretend to understand at all, and shook his head directly: "I don't understand anything."

"Then you?" Song Xi was overwhelmed with surprise, "There are a lot of fakes like real silk..."

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

Wang Yan answered casually, and immediately called Dave.

On the day of making the sea of ​​flowers, Wang Yan changed the bedding in the bedroom of the suite all over, and Dave was the one who handled it.

Moreover, the knowledge about real silk quilts is all popularized by Dave, so it is absolutely right to ask him.

According to the regulations, during working hours, Dave can only hold his personal mobile phone when he is in the lounge. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if the personal butler suddenly rings when his mobile phone rings while serving customers.

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

"Young Master Wang? Hello."

Wang Yan is no longer a hotel resident,

So Dave quietly changed his address again, he was a guy with details etched into his bones.

Wang Yan didn't exchange many pleasantries, he had something to talk about.

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

Dave made a joke, dry humor.

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

"In addition, Macrolink and Four Seasons seem to have key projects under development, so you can keep an eye on them in the future."

"Finally, I have some experience with things like quilts, but it's inconvenient to dictate. Otherwise, I'll send them to you via WeChat later?"

Dave is really good and always satisfying.

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

"No trouble, goodbye."

Not long after hanging up the phone, various explanations began to come from WeChat. Wang Yan watched it carefully, and gradually gained a deeper understanding of bedding.

After getting off the car at Gaoqiao Market, Wang Yan didn't go straight to those bedding brand stores, but turned in to find a handmade tailor shop.

Song Xi wondered and asked: "Aren't you going to buy a good one? I see that there are Luolai and Mengjie's brand direct stores 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 the way.

Wang Yan was learning and selling now, and chatted with her about the opinions of half-industry insiders.

"The best-quality mulberry silk in China basically comes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, especially Su."

"But 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 those big brands are fooling around. In fact, their strength is only the high-density pure cotton fabric of the coat. The best filling is Ordos cashmere. The silk filling is far inferior to handwork. The so-called silk quilt is made of tussah silk. It's a gimmick, it can fool one and the other."

"Every year during the silk collection season, many handicraftsmen from all over the country go to Suzhou and Hangzhou to personally select cooked silk and bring it back to make handmade quilts."

"Among them, the quilts made by the best tailors are 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."

"Thus, those who know how to cover quilts should either choose special down or artificial silk, and then use high-density pure cotton in a four-piece suit to enjoy the ultimate lightness, fit and breathability."

Wang Yan's words came out in an eloquent manner, without rush or slowness, which made Song Xi feel infinite longing involuntarily after listening to it.

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

Is it really unnecessary?

Will chemical fiber filling and real silk feel the same?

"You are so particular..."

She really sighed.

But Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Me? It's still far away. I'm just pursuing a little fresh experience within my ability."

In the calm and breezy smile, the style burst out.

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