Lin Yuanshan picked up the palm-leaf fan on the counter and fiercely swatted a fly that had landed on the silk.
He felt extremely agitated. In just this short while, he saw dozens of waves of customers entering Brocade Workshop, while here, from morning till now, not a single customer had come in.
Ever since Brocade Workshop opened, the business at Lin's Cloth Store had been deteriorating day by day. Even their old customers had been attracted away by Brocade Workshop's variety of styles.
He saw it and felt anxious in his heart.
The other day, he attended Brocade Workshop's opening ceremony.
On the runway, those showcased Republic-style clothing—whether cheongsams, civilized attire, or men's long robes and short shirts—had unspeakably novel and beautiful designs.
The styles seemed easy enough to imitate; he felt confident in trying. But he didn't have those fabrics and accessories.
