The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 277: This Mr. Shen is a wealthy man, should we extort some money from him? — Oh no, he was killed!
It was still good to be able to weave only "a few inches" a day - in fact, not even two inches, and only five centimeters a day.

Fifty centimeters in ten days.

One and a half meters a month.

Shen Le looked at the brocade satin he had brought over and sincerely thanked that it was only used for mounting paintings and was not very large.

At most, it should be done in ten days, right?

Then, he received bad news:
"Sorry, there are no vacant flower houses at the moment..."

"What?"

"All the existing brothels are fully occupied," the female teacher who received them explained apologetically:
"Hand-woven brocade is very slow. One order can be completed in three months at the fastest and one year at the slowest.

For example, right now, in the live operation exhibition area of the flower building on the second floor, the piece of brocade on the machine is the wedding dress that someone ordered for his daughter. It is a cheongsam, and three meters of fabric have been produced...

For example, the flower shop I just showed you was custom-made by a certain celebrity, who was going to wear it on the red carpet in Europe. The material was 15 meters long, um…"

Shen Le felt dizzy. Three meters equals 300 centimeters, which equals two months of construction time.

Fifteen meters is even more incredible. The construction period is ten months, almost a year. God knows how big the skirt of the dress designed by the designer is, but fifteen meters of material is needed!

This is the embroidery satin that is worth an inch of gold!

Imagine wearing 45 meters, or feet, of gold on your body, and walking on the red carpet only once. After that, you won’t wear it again next time!
Moreover, a ten-month construction period, or at least a two-month construction period, means eight hours a day, seven days a week. If the master craftsman also has to repair weekends, the construction period will be even more indefinite...

"Can...can you think of a solution?"

He couldn't help but beg. The female teacher shook her head helplessly:

"All the brothels in our institute are full."

That is, other institutes, or other weaving companies, or other... In short, there are some other places where we can still weave?
Shen Le's eyes lit up. He took a few quick steps, half-turned to block Teacher Zhang's sight, and quietly handed over a red envelope:
"Teacher, can you help me introduce someone? I need it urgently!"

The female teacher smiled, took out her phone, and gave him a WeChat ID. Shen Le followed the clues and rushed to another studio in the suburbs.

The middle-aged man who presided over the studio was gentle and polite, with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose and a pair of hands with delicate skin and tender flesh, which did not look like they had been woven for a minute.

Shen Le followed him in. In a studio converted from a factory building, there were three flower buildings lined up in a row, one was empty, and two were occupied.

Shen Le observed carefully and found that the master working in the brothel was quite old, at least in his forties or fifties.

They all looked tired. They stretched out their hands, and their fingers and backs of their hands were covered with calluses or cuts caused by the silk thread...

Not to mention, looking at the way she sits, the way she leans over and stares at the floral silk, it is very likely that she has spinal disease, cervical spondylosis, myopia or presbyopia, as well as a host of occupational diseases.

However, the brocade on the flower tower was very even and clean. When one scanned it with one's mental power, one could not see any disordered patterns or uneven warp and weft lines.

The master's craftsmanship is pretty good, but I don't know how efficient their production is and whether they can get what he wants as quickly as possible?

"Need customization? Need to rush the work?" The middle-aged man pushed his silver-rimmed glasses and glanced at the information Shen Le brought:

"You know, our masters are very busy. If we need to rush the work, we can only spare a little time to work part-time..."

"how much is it?"

The middle-aged man looked at Shen Le cautiously. He was wearing a T-shirt, quick-drying pants, and a pair of sneakers. The total cost of his clothes was less than 200 yuan.

Apart from looking delicate and tender, he is also much more energetic than most of the fragile-skinned college students these days, and doesn't look like he has any money.

What is an appropriate price?
If the price is opened too high, will it scare people away?

The person who introduced him to the business said that the other party was a restoration studio. In this line of work, you can usually make a little money, but not a lot of money...

He looked at Shen Le, and Shen Le also looked at him cautiously. Being able to cooperate with the people of Yunjin Law Firm, and even get the people of Yunjin Law Firm to introduce business to him, this person should be more "powerful".

It's a pity that this "energy" doesn't seem to benefit the masters in his studio. The health of several masters doesn't seem to be very good...

"You know, the cheapest handmade brocade here costs 8,800 yuan per meter..."

The middle-aged man spoke tentatively. Shen Le's expression remained unchanged. He calculated in his mind and sighed secretly:

Alas, 1.5 centimeters a day, 13200 meters a month, 6600 yuan. Two people share, each gets yuan...

The cost of the flower building, the cost of silk, the cost of the venue, etc., all have to be deducted before it reaches the hands of the master.

It is too miserable for a skilled craftsman who is capable of weaving handmade brocade to work so hard for a month and only get this little money...

This kind of top-level luxury product should be priced ten times higher! Don’t the high-end products of brands like Valentino start at millions or even millions of dollars?

It would be too miserable if such a skill inheritor, such a great craftsman, could not earn more than twice the local average wage per month!

Thinking this way, he didn't feel that the price of the brocade satin was expensive at all. Seeing that Shen Le's eyebrows did not move, and he did not look entangled, distressed, or frightened, the middle-aged man calmed down and added:
"Eight thousand eight hundred per meter is for a novice who has just started working independently. For an experienced worker, the price is even higher.

Like the one the two masters sitting over there are weaving, it costs 30,000 per meter.”

Shen Le nodded calmly. The width of the door of the brocade satin was limited by the width of the brothel, which was 78 centimeters. The most he could use for repairs would not exceed one meter. Thirty thousand?
The small oil lamp is still used all the time. Add to that the air conditioning and various instruments in the laboratory, and his family’s monthly electricity bill is several times this number!

There is a way! It can continue to rise! The middle-aged man was delighted. Thirty thousand yuan, he didn't seem to feel bad, what if it rises a little more?

"This is not the style that the master craftsman has been using. It's a new design, a new version. By the way, how long do you want the results?"

"…Is ten days okay?"

Shen Le tentatively said a number. The middle-aged man pondered:
"If it's ten days, I have to pay overtime... If I include the overtime..."

Overtime pay is 1.5 times the salary. Working 12 hours a day means paying twice the salary for eight hours. Shen Le watched him quietly, waiting for him to hesitate, and finally made a firm offer:

"One meter, one hundred thousand!"

One hundred thousand...

Even though there were tens of millions of dollars in his account, Shen Le still took a deep breath subconsciously. Fortunately, he only needed one meter!
If it is used to make clothes, a cheongsam is three meters long, a red carpet skirt is fifteen meters long, and a set of Hanfu... a set of Hanfu would be several dozen meters long, right?
He had repaired the red wedding dress before, and felt that with that kind of splashed material, it would take at least several dozen meters!
In that case, even the cheapest brocade satin, a set of Hanfu wedding dress, would cost hundreds of thousands...

This is the price of top luxury goods. Fortunately, it doesn't cheat the poor...

He stared at the other person quietly without saying anything. The middle-aged man already felt a little guilty:
"Of course, the design and loom drawing for the piece of brocade satin you want have been completed. All you need to do is weave it. This money can be deducted..."

Shen Le frowned slightly, and felt that the two masters not far away were a little depressed. Could it be that the price reduction harmed their interests?

"Deal!" he suddenly interrupted:

"I'll pay 20,000 first, and for the rest, I'll pay you and deliver you the goods!"

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. Shen Le stared into his eyes and said word by word:

"By the way, I have a suggestion - you'd better not wear this string of beads anymore. It's already very dirty."

The middle-aged man quickly lowered his head and looked at the wooden beads on his wrist. He subconsciously raised his right hand, held his left wrist, rubbed it, and rubbed it again:

"I paid a lot of money to invite you here—"

"Oh, it's already very dirty. I can't do any work on it." Shen Le raised his hand and lightly tapped the wooden bead.

The internal force of the fingertips burst out, a heat current surrounded the bead, and there was a crackling sound. Small electric currents jumped quickly on the beads, and black smoke rose up.

The middle-aged man's face immediately turned pale. Shen Le raised his hand and patted him again, brushing it off, as if to brush off some dust or something.

The middle-aged man relaxed all over, and felt like he had lost two pounds. His waist and shoulders were no longer sore. His eyes lit up, and he almost knelt down:
"big--"

"Here's a suggestion for you. Be nice to the masters in the studio. If you don't do bad things in your life, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night. For this order, I'll give 70% of the money I pay to the masters, okay?"

The middle-aged man's face immediately turned bitter. Are you kidding? 70% goes to the masters, and 20% goes to Yunjin as an introduction fee. For a 100,000 yuan order, he only gets 10,000 yuan!

What can ten thousand yuan buy?
Is it enough to pay for the depreciation of the flower building, or enough for the electricity bill of the venue?

Fortunately, the venue rental is relatively cheap. As an intangible cultural heritage inheritance, this is considered a support project, and a large amount of rent is waived...

But Shen Le looked at him quietly, his face calm and smiling. The middle-aged man shuddered and suddenly reacted:

"Yes! Yes, yes, don't worry!"

There are some people you'd better not offend, and there are some money you'd better not save. At worst you can earn it back from other places!
Money really makes the world go round.

Shen Le waited patiently for ten days. He didn't know whether the studio that took the order used a method of weaving in which people worked while the machines continued non-stop, or some other method. In short, ten days later, he got the satin he wanted as he wished.

The old, moth-eaten silk satin was spread out and slightly adjusted. The warp and weft, the pattern, all fit together perfectly, without any deviation!
"it is good!"

Shen Le clapped his hands softly. This piece of embroidered satin was identical in every detail to the original and was completely suitable for use.

Next, just use ready-made satin to fill the missing parts, and the repair work is almost done!

You will be able to see the ending, and what kind of secrets are hidden in this painting...

　Our country is still not strong enough...

　　If we are rich enough, there will be many foreigners who will pay a lot of money to buy our top luxury goods...

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