This is Shafulin's clothing store. With the light from outside, he saw that the person who came was his neighbor, still wearing a suit, looking very formal. With a handsome face, if someone who doesn't know his background sees him, they might think he is a noble.
Ah, noble.
"Good morning, Dr. Lin." The fat man's characteristic heavy voice sounded, and he stretched out his greasy hand, like five radishes. It's hard to imagine that such hands could make beautiful clothes. "Your clothes are really tasteful."
"Good morning, Mr. Shafulin, thank you for your compliment." The young man took off his black hat with a golden edge, looking very noble, and nodded slightly, "I want to buy some clothes, um, and also customize clothes."
Impeccable movements, elegant, too elegant, just like a real noble.
But Shafulin knew that his neighbor was not a noble, just a doctor from a small clinic. He had been there a few times, but ever since the church hospital at the end of the street opened, he never went again, unwilling to go to that small clinic. It's too degrading.
Such a clinic is next to his shop, it's the most degrading!
Noble, ha ha! I have seen real nobles order clothes from me! No matter how much you pretend, it just exposes your inferiority, you country bumpkin.
"You need to customize clothes like this, and if you want to buy the same suit as you are wearing, you have to wait at least a week. I will use the best fabric." He said urgently, "And the price will definitely go up. I think you should think about it."
Do you have the money? Don't make a fuss.
"No, no, you misunderstood." The young man shook his head, "It's like this, a distant sister of mine came to visit me, because of yesterday's heavy rain, all the luggage was soaked..."
"You still have a sister?" Shafulin interrupted him, somewhat astonished, "You are a distant relative of Old Brown, and now you have a distant sister?" He raised his hands and exclaimed, "Your family is really strange! Do they all live in the countryside? Then one by one come back to find relatives in the city."
Rather than saying that this family is full of weirdos, Old Brown has a bad face, and now this little Brown likes to wear suits, and Miss Brown? I'm afraid it's a lady's suit, and then it looks stupid like a country girl.
"There are many strange things in the world..." The young man in front of him replied, "Let's get back to the topic, do you have children's clothes here? The figure is about 15 years old, slim, height..." He compared his own body, "To my waist, about one meter five, nearly one meter six."
"It sounds like it's well developed. How about this, you let that lady come over, my eyes are not rulers, and I can't imagine it by watching you demonstrate." Shafulin replied, lying leisurely in the old master's chair, "Your description is equivalent to not saying anything. Even the nobles I have received are all personally trying on clothes."
"She has a bit of a cold, it's not very convenient to bring her here." The young man said, "How about letting me go in and pick a few pieces of clothes, how about that?"
"Caught a cold? That's really difficult!" Shafulin said in surprise, "Isn't that going to see a doctor? Oh! You are a doctor!" His tone became strange, "Did you take that lady to the church hospital to see, or did you see it yourself?"
Look at his expression! Shafulin carefully observed Lin Ke's face, and he was disappointed. The young man's expression was very well managed, and there was no trace of emotion at all.
The young man smiled, slowly put on his hat, and calmly said, "This is my business. If there is no problem, can I go in and choose?"
"Of course!" Shafulin said happily, he likes this tone. The fat on his face was stacked together, "Please, if it doesn't fit, welcome to return and exchange, but there will be a handling fee." He walked towards the children's clothing area, suddenly turned around, "You definitely don't care about this little money, right! Just like those noble lords."
The young man still had no emotions, just followed him behind.
"Choose, the prices are all written on it, remember to check." Shafulin said, "So as not to be embarrassed to ask."
"Very good, thank you, Mr. Shafulin." The young man said, "It's a bit dark inside, could you please press the light switch? I can't see the labels clearly."
"You are really particular." Shafulin opened the curtains. Because it is located at the end of the street, his clothing store has more sunlight than a normal house. The morning light came in, although it was not very bright, but it was just enough.
"Please choose, young doctor."
The young man didn't say anything, casually picked up a few pieces, and didn't even look at the size. He came to the counter with a few pieces of clothes: "Please help me check out, Mr. Shafulin."
"Are you sure you don't want to take another look?" Shafulin said, "Don't just pick a few pieces of clothes for the sake of face, and then come back to return them when you can't wear them."
"No." The young man smiled and picked up a tailcoat on the side, "My eyes are the ruler, even if there is an error, it won't be so inaccurate." He handed the tailcoat to Shafulin, who had a gloomy face, "Please modify this piece of clothing for me, and I will give you the data." He reported a few numbers and drew the modification lines with chalk.
"Where's the money?" Shafulin impatiently interrupted him, impatiently tapping the counter with his radish-like fingers, "I will only start working when I see the money, just like an engine that needs fuel!"
After a few taps, Shafulin stopped, feeling that the atmosphere was not right. The doctor in front of him stopped, slowly raised his head, and his calm eyes made Shafulin slightly stunned.
"What do you want to do?"
"Interrupting others is not a good habit, Mr. Shafulin, especially since I am a guest who is buying clothes."
The doctor was standing in a place where the light was blocked, and the lights in the store were not turned on. Shafulin saw the young man in front of him raise his head in the light, and the eyes under the top hat seemed to be glowing red. His shadow stretched to the counter in front of him, and Shafulin's attention was attracted. In the dark shadow, a gray color gradually appeared, his sense of time was elongated, and a second in front of him seemed like a century. The gray in front of him expanded rapidly, and the scene turned into a photo with high contrast retention, everything turned into lines, but the young man in front of the counter was still in color.
Shafulin felt uncomfortable all over as if pricked by a needle, but he couldn't move.
"What's happening?" He kept swallowing his saliva, and suddenly felt a chill on his feet. He struggled to turn his eyes to see.