Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 433: Chapter 433: Advertising

Winston Lowell was quick on the uptake. He immediately understood Adrian Hawthorne’s plan and nodded repeatedly. "I’ll have my sister make a new dress tonight. We just got a new sewing machine, so she can finish it in one night. My sister’s a great seamstress—she can copy a design just by looking at it. Tomorrow’s a day off, so I’ll have her wear the new dress and go for a walk around town with my future brother-in-law."

Adrian Hawthorne couldn’t help but smile. He liked smart people—they understood things without needing a long explanation.

"Boss, I have a sister too," another short, chubby boy said, itching to get in on the action. He wanted his sister to wear a floral dress, too.

Winston Lowell shot him a disdainful look. "Forget about your sister. She’s as fat as you are. Don’t go tarnishing the boss’s reputation."

The chubby boy wasn’t happy about that. He grumbled, "My sister’s just a little chubby, but she’s just as pretty as yours."

Tang Xiaonan found this amusing. ’These punks are actually decent people,’ she thought. ’They feel responsible for their families, respect their parents, and care for their siblings. They only became punks because life forced them into it.’

Winston Lowell said with exaggeration, "Your sister is twice the size of mine. How is that not fat?"

The chubby boy was genuinely angry now. "What’s my sister got to do with you?" he retorted furiously. "The fabric belongs to the Boss. It’s not your place to say anything!"

"The fabric belongs to the Boss, that’s true, but you can’t just waste it. You think your sister wearing it is going to be good advertising? Don’t be more of a hindrance than a help." Winston Lowell refused to back down. The two good friends faced off like a pair of fighting cocks.

"How do you know my sister wouldn’t look good in it? She made a red dress for herself last time, and even your sister said it was pretty!"

"My sister was just being polite! Can’t you tell when someone’s just saying something to be nice? Your sister in that red dress looked like a toilet. ’Pretty’ my ass!"

Winston Lowell was angry now too. He was mad that his friend had disrespected him in front of the Boss. In truth, he didn’t really mean what he’d said. The chubby boy’s sister had actually looked pretty good in that red dress. He and the chubby boy lived in the same apartment building, so of course he knew his sister. She was a year older than him, and they had even gone to school together.

"You’re the toilet! Winston Lowell, you’re a real piece of work! I’m telling my sister!" The chubby boy was furious. He rolled up his sleeves, ready for a fight, and prepared to tattle to his sister. Winston Lowell had been afraid of the boy’s sister since they were kids.

"Go on and tell her! You think I’m scared of some broad?" Winston Lowell puffed out his chest, but he was already regretting it. ’He really was afraid of that ’fat broad’—she fought harder than most men.’

Just as the two were about to come to blows, Adrian Hawthorne pulled them apart. "Everyone gets a share! What’s all the arguing about?"

Winston Lowell and the chubby boy shot each other resentful glares but stopped arguing. Adrian Hawthorne took out a piece of each floral pattern and gave them to Winston Lowell. "This is enough for several dresses. The three of you can split the rest. If anyone asks where the fabric is from, you know what to say, right?"

"We know. We’ll tell them they can buy it," the three of them said, nodding eagerly. "Boss, how much are we selling this for?" They were overjoyed. ’The Boss is so generous, giving us all this fabric for free!’

"Seventy cents a foot. You’ll need to learn how to cut the fabric, so get a ruler and a pair of scissors. When you sell it, throw in an extra inch or two—don’t be stingy. Don’t bring anyone else here. If other people want to sell it, they can, but they have to buy it from me as stock. It’s fifty-five cents a foot for them, and no credit."

Adrian Hawthorne laid out the rules. He wasn’t worried about selling the fabric, so he didn’t need a large crew. ’Besides, I’m not planning on doing retail. I want to do wholesale. That’s how you make real money.’

Winston Lowell and the other two were ecstatic. A strange sense of pride swelled in their chests. ’We’re special to the Boss. No one else compares.’