Whitaker Scarlett successfully rented an iron.
With the remaining money, she bought clothes hangers. Two floor-standing clothes racks were old, but Whitaker Scarlett made good use of them, buying some scraps of cloth to wrap them, instantly making them look less cheap.
Especially those woolen coats, she carefully ironed them flat, without a single wrinkle. Even hanging on the roadside, the clothes looked high-end.
At this time, individual businesses were all guerilla operations; they set up stalls wherever it was convenient, and as long as no one reported them, it wasn’t a big deal. People were also used to buying all sorts of things on the streets and alleys. Whitaker Scarlett found an empty corner and hung up the clothes, and immediately someone came to ask the price.
“How much is this sweater?”
“Sister, you have such good taste! This is the latest style from Sablewick. You’re the first buyer, I’ll give you this price.”
The brightly colored sweaters were attractive. This woman had her eye on the green maple leaf sweater that Whitaker Scarlett liked. The boss said the cost price was 15 dollars, Whitaker Scarlett couldn’t completely refuse to haggle, and the final purchase price was 14 dollars each. Those with lace trim and colored beads at the neckline cost 12 dollars.
For a sweater that cost 14 dollars, Whitaker Scarlett quoted 36!
Was it expensive?
One sweater was worth a month’s salary!
Exorbitantly expensive.
The yarn felt comfortable, but even if she bought yarn to knit herself, it wouldn’t cost that much. 36 dollars for a sweater? She must have money to burn!
Whitaker Scarlett seemed to see through her thoughts:
“This is machine-knitted, a style you can’t find anywhere in Harborfield. The factory in Sablewick also exports these overseas!”
Every stitch was fine and tight; hand-knitted ones were often uneven in tightness, and you could always see some traces of human work. Although skilled knitters could knit sweaters to the same standard as machines, not everyone was a master… To knit like this, even the most skilled person would take half a month.
The woman was a little tempted.
“36 is too expensive…”
36 dollars for a sweater was certainly not cheap, but consumption in this era was already quite crazy. People kept their material consumption to a minimum, but sometimes they were willing to spend their savings.
Whitaker Scarlett took a white woolen coat and put the green maple leaf sweater inside.
“It can be worn on its own, or paired with other clothes. The quality and style are unique, and your money will be well worth it!”
A white woolen coat!
Whitaker Scarlett’s purchase of this item was incredibly bold.
Woolen coats costing over a hundred dollars were certainly treasured by their owners. White was a color that showed even the slightest bit of dirt, and could you even do any work wearing it? It was ridiculous; wearing such an expensive coat would require a show-off occasion, and you wouldn’t need to work at all.
The woman had hesitated even about buying the sweater, but she found that the white woolen coat was also very beautiful.
No, don’t ask the price, that coat looked incredibly expensive!
But several young women had gathered around Whitaker Scarlett’s stall, their eyes shining at the sight of the woolen coat.
“How much?”
“Is it really good wool?”
Whitaker Scarlett smiled sweetly, “Don’t rush, every one, one by one. There’s plenty of stock; everyone will be able to find a sweater they like.”
Liar, there was only one white woolen coat, where was the plentiful stock?
Whitaker Scarlett’s sweaters were sold for over thirty, and the flared trousers were also thirty.
She didn’t price the woolen coats too high; even the styles in the department store, which cost 128 dollars, were not as beautiful as hers. Whitaker Scarlett only charged 108 dollars, 20 dollars less, and those who could afford it felt they had gotten a great bargain.
Moreover, Whitaker Scarlett knew how to match clothes, and her attitude was a hundred times more enthusiastic than the saleswomen in the department store.
After buying her clothes, she showered the customers with compliments, making every female customer a goddess in her eyes. Even if women knew it was fake, they loved to hear sweet flattery, especially when it came from the beautiful Whitaker Scarlett, it really made people feel good!
Once you made a woman happy, it wasn’t far from getting her to spend money.
Whitaker Scarlett didn’t expect that the first items to sell out were the woolen coats priced over a hundred dollars.
She only had 6 of them due to limited capital!
