But how was Xia Yingluo willing to admit defeat?
She and Jin Ling'er took a taxi to the city's famous cloth market, where many small tailor shops altered trouser legs and altered simple clothes. After looking for a business that was deserted, she dropped her dance dress on the counter. "Master, I want to modify this dance dress and make a big change."
The master raised his head and looked at the dance clothes, startled. "Little girl, I can't do this job. I only take simple work such as shortening the pants and adding a zipper to the jacket. Is this the costume for a show? I've never altered one before. "
"It's very simple." Xia Yingluo smiled and put a stack of cash in front of the master. "I'll tell you how to change it. You just need to remove the thread and re-cut the suture. It won't matter if you make a mistake, I won't blame you."
The master saw the pile of cash on the table and his eyes lit up. There were probably a few thousand yuan, right?