Super Rich by Doing as You Please

Chapter 318 - 165: Fasten Your Seatbelt, the Ride’s Gonna Be a Bit Fast

She wore gloves and a pair of reading glasses, looking every bit the part of an old tailor.

She smiled. "Little Xino, long time no see."

"Long time no see."

The old woman looked at Xu Yun beside her and smiled. "Is this your boyfriend? He’s quite handsome."

"No, he’s not, Grandma Qin."

Xino said shyly, "This is my friend, Xu Yun. I wanted to bring him to your place to pick out a suit to wear tonight."

"An off-the-rack suit will never fit as well as a custom-tailored one."

The old woman said, "I can’t risk my century-old reputation. If word gets out, people might think our tailoring skills have gone downhill."

"Oh, Grandma Qin, it’s not that serious."

Xino said, "He has a very well-proportioned figure and he’s handsome. Just find a standard size for him to try on. I guarantee it’ll look just as good."

"Alright, fine. Go to the left wing and find your Uncle Qin. He’s the one in charge of Western-style clothing."

The old woman had two sons. One liked Western-style clothing, and the other liked Chinese-style clothing.

Thus, the courtyard was divided into two areas, left and right.

The left side was the elder son’s Western-style clothing section, and the right was the younger son’s Chinese-style clothing section.

"Thank you, Grandma Qin." Xino happily led Xu Yun toward the left wing.

Upon entering the left wing, they saw suits of various colors and styles displayed on all four walls of the main hall, along with formal wear and wedding dresses.

A middle-aged man, dressed similarly to the old woman, looked up and came out from a workroom in the back.

He smiled. "Nuomi, I heard your voice from a mile away. My hands were full just now, so I couldn’t come over to say hello."

"Uncle Qin, I’m here to buy some clothes."

"Getting another custom-made suit for your dad?"

"Not this time."

Xino smiled. "Could you please pick out a nice suit for this handsome gentleman next to me? He needs it for a party tonight."

"Sure thing."

The man took a tape measure from a nearby cabinet and said to Xu Yun with a smile, "Come on, young man. Let me take your measurements first."

"Okay."

Xu Yun obediently cooperated as the man took his measurements. Afterward, the man said, "With his measurements, we don’t have anything in the shop that fits him perfectly. It’ll need to be altered."

"How long will that take?"

The man replied, "Maybe three to four hours."

"That’s fine, we can wait. We’re not in a hurry."

"Alright then. Feel free to walk around the courtyard or check out the scenery nearby. I’ll call you when it’s ready for pickup."

"Thank you, Uncle Qin."

After leaving the left wing, Xu Yun asked, "How come they don’t have any employees in this shop? Is it just the three of them?"

"That’s right, just the three of them."

Xino explained, "This isn’t a shopping mall with people coming in at all hours. They only get a customer every once in a while.

Some of their old clients just call to place an order without even needing to come in person.

So they spend most of their time actually making clothes.

They’re always striving for perfection, focusing on quality over quantity.

They typically only make a few pieces of clothing a month.

You have no idea, a lot of dignitaries and wealthy people in Rongcheng love to get their clothes custom-made here. Their work is in high demand."

’He had to admit, this kind of high-end custom tailoring was really something.’

He had taken a close look at the quality and craftsmanship of the clothes in the left wing earlier. They were in no way inferior to the luxury brands outside—in fact, they were even a cut above.

The key was that these clothes had no logos or labels.

Even if a big shot wore one, no one could tell how much the outfit cost, which was perfect for officials within the system.

It was the very definition of understated luxury.

He had to say, thanks to Xino’s explanations, Xu Yun—a workhorse who had finally made it—had his eyes opened once again, gaining a deeper understanding of the world of the upper class.

The two of them hadn’t walked more than a few steps before they ran into the old woman’s younger son around a corner.

He looked scholarly and refined, wearing glasses and a long gown, like a teacher from the Republican era.

"Hello, Uncle Li," Xino called out politely.

The refined man chuckled teasingly, "So you only patronize your Uncle Qin’s business and not mine?"

"That’s not true! I’m helping my friend buy something this time."

Xino replied, "Next time, I’ll definitely come to you next time."

"I’ll believe that when I see it."

Xino was at a loss for words.

Hearing this, Xu Yun suddenly had an idea: he wanted to have a Chinese-style outfit custom-made for his mother.

"Why don’t we take a look?"

Xu Yun turned to the man and asked, "I’d like to place an order for one piece. Is that possible?"

"For you to wear?"

"No, for my mom."

The man asked, "Do you know her measurements, then?"

"I don’t, but I can call and ask."

"My slots for this month were actually already full."

The man smiled. "But seeing as you’re a friend of Nuomi’s, I’ll make an exception and take on one more piece."

"Thank you."

The man then led the two of them to his own wing and showed Xu Yun his designs.

There were qipaos, dresses, and embroidered T-shirts with pankou knots, among other things. He gave a detailed introduction to the materials and craftsmanship of each piece.

After listening, Xu Yun couldn’t help but marvel internally. ’These aren’t just clothes; they’re works of art you can wear.’

’No wonder production was so slow.’

It was safe to say that every piece of clothing here was one-of-a-kind; you would absolutely never see anyone else wearing the same thing.

Initially, Xu Yun had only planned on ordering one piece, but after seeing everything, he changed his mind.

He wanted to have one of every single style custom-made for his mother.

"Master Li."

Of course, Xu Yun wouldn’t call him "Uncle" like Xino did. He asked, "I’d like to place an order for one of every style you have here. Is that possible?"

"One of every style?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then replied, "We’re open for business, so of course we won’t turn away a customer.