Song Chen looked at Wang Yan, his eyes shining.

As a child who grew up in the shadow of his own sister, half of his introversion comes from nature, and the other half is suppressed.

He is handsome but dull, so he always has some female fans who fall in love at first sight, but he always fails to achieve success.

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

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

Until he met Wang Yan, he began to be impressed and gradually developed a kind of worship.

This is so handsome!

My sister who has to take care of everything but never manages the right place is so petty...

Of course, my sister is the most beautiful and will not accept refutation!

...

On the contrary, while Song Xi was surprised and envious, his impression of Wang Yan became more and more contradictory.

The little kid who is so hard to manage is the least adorable!

However, the little brat is really tasteful and can enjoy life very much...

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

...

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

Half of the stores in the row of sheds were hung with signs such as "pure handmade mulberry silk quilts, high-end four-piece sets", and the shop that the towel sister pointed to was shrouded in a corner, with a half smaller face than other people's.

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 don't know if you're still laughing?" Song Xi was shocked.

"You don't have to worry about the deep alley..."

As soon as Wang Yan started, he welcomed Song Xi’s fierce complaint: “Senior brother, now everyone is called Jiuxiang and is afraid that the alley is deep. What kind of business do you do is not to think about advertising or speculating on concepts?”

Wang Yan didn't want to argue with the girl, so he smiled uneasy and walked towards the store that didn't even have a name.

Song Xi curled his lips, as if he was punching the cotton, a little aggrieved.

However, Song Chen is a person who can’t chat but can’t control his curiosity. He asked vigorously: “Boss, what’s going on? Don’t just say half of it…”

Wang Yan had no choice but to explain to him, a gentle narration like a chatter.

"Those who need to advertise are industries or stores with relatively fierce homogeneous competition."

"However, in any industry, there are a small number of the most high-end products. Due to insufficient production capacity and shortage of supply, there is no need to spend money on promotion at all."

"A lot of high-end luxury goods are actually not advertised. For example, when the customer reaches that level and actually has that kind of demand, he will come to him naturally."

"In similar fields, the effectiveness of reputation is enough to digest the scarce production capacity. A piece of fabric can only be made in a few sets and a dozen sets, so why advertise?"

"And this behavior can also establish a standard, increase brand premium and service premium. Customers will not only not be annoyed, but will maintain the brand."

"It's like the shop in front of you, who is squeezed into the corner but is alive normally. There are only two possibilities."

Song Chen was so dizzy after Wang Yan's analysis that he was so shocked that he asked a nonsense: "Which two types?"

"Either it's very black, you can eat it for a month at a time when you open it. Or it's very honest, and you can settle high-end customers by relying on your reputation."

While chatting and laughing, Wang Yan pushed open the door of the shop and waited aside very gentlemanly, allowing the girl to be advanced.

Song Xi paused, then rushed in with two steps.

When passing by Wang Yan, he lowered his head embarrassedly and said thank you like a mosquito.

It made Wang Yan stunned.

Miss, why are you blushing?

I didn't care about you...

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

It's so embarrassing to die!

I pretend to be mature in front of others, but in the end I just say a few words that make you speechless...

Song Xi, Song Xi, this time I know there are people outside the world?

Until he entered the store, Song Xi still couldn't recover. He looked at the surrounding environment curiously and ignored Wang Yan.

There is actually no environment in the shop.

There was a sewing machine, surrounded by various quilts, and an aunt with a dull expression sat on the small bed inside.

Seeing the visitor, she stood up quickly, but just smiled honestly.

"What do guests want to see?"

"Are there any 100% real silk quilts?"

When the aunt heard Wang Yan’s question, she smiled proudly: “Of course there is, our family specializes in this.”

"Can you guarantee it is genuine?" Song Xi was a little disbelief.

The aunt didn't say anything extra, and turned around and pointed to the stack of quilts on the shelf on the west side, facing the two boys.

"Child, there are real silk quilts on that shelf. Just pull it down."

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

The aunt took the quilt, took off the quilt cover outside by three strokes, carried the quilt flesh, and walked out of the back door.

"Come on, little girl, come and see with the aunt."

The back door of the shop leads directly to the outside of the market, and there is a small open space full of bicycles, motorcycles and tricycles.

The aunt asked Song Xi to help, spread the quilt and let it be for everyone to see in the sun.

Under natural light, the pulp is snowy and white.

"Okay! Now you can get started and touch it casually." The aunt smiled proudly.

When Song Xi touched it, he felt extremely soft and could not feel the slightest hardness, lumps, or pilling.

Wang Yan knew that this was a way to distinguish mulberry silk from tussaurus. The mulberry silk was snow-white in color, while the tussaurus silk was particularly yellow, which could be distinguished at a glance under natural light.

"The materials in our house are the best double-coon filament materials, with a single filament length of more than 1,000 meters. My man came in from Tongxiang in person. You can find them all over the market, and there will be no second household with this grade of material."

The aunt rarely said a lot of words, and her momentum was arrogant.

"Child, do you have a lighter?"

Song Chen and Song Xi didn't understand what the aunt was going to do, so they looked at each other.

Wang Yan guessed something, but unfortunately, he didn't smoke and didn't have a lighter.

Seeing this, the aunt returned to the store with the quilt, opened the quilt's jagged cover, and carefully removed a small thigh from the edge.

Then, open a bottle of 84 disinfectant, pour it into a small cup, and throw the pinch of silk into it.

Song Chen and his brother became more and more confused.

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

While speaking, the pinch of silk gradually disappeared and finally dissolved completely in the disinfectant.

"Wow……"

The siblings exclaimed inexplicably.

"So, is the quilt in my aunt's house really mulberry silk?"

"yes."

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

It must be true mulberry silk, but I really can't tell whether it is a double-coon-shaped silk?

In fact, there is no big problem. Just based on the feel and color just now, you can tell that the quality is extremely high.

Good materials and sufficient craftsmanship. There are only two key elements of a good quilt, and it seems that the other party can satisfy it.

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

"One pound is 1,500. No matter how many pounds of quilt you make, I will only charge 1,000 for the handmade fee."

The aunt was super calm when she spoke. Song Chen and Song Xi almost thought they were hallucinating their hearing.

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

"It's available in stock, but there are only a few sizes, so you may not have to choose."

"Just have it, I won't pick it."
To be continued...