After getting out of the car at the alleyway, Li Qiao and the others parted ways. As soon as Li Qiao entered the house, she found Old Mrs. Qin and told her about selling the skirts.
"I can make six such skirts in a day. If one is for two yuan, that's twelve yuan a day. That's making a fortune," Old Mrs. Qin couldn't wait to get started.
Li Qiao said, "I'm not sure if there's enough fabric."
"If all the girls are your size, there should definitely be enough."
"There are two who are a bit plump, I estimate around 140 or 150 kilograms, and there are three who are quite short, probably not 160 centimeters," Li Qiao recalled.
Old Mrs. Qin said, "Let's start making a few and see, Jin can go find more fabric when he has time."
At this point, Qin Jin put forward his own plan.
Old Mrs. Qin found it feasible, "If you can get the fabric, I'll call up some sisters I know to help make and sell them."
