Ethiopian Traditional Clothes Price の小説・ストーリー

"I didn't expect Tang Muxue to have such bad taste. She treats a worn dress like a treasure." Many women's eyes were full of disdain. They looked at Tang Muxue as if she was a clodhopper from head to toe. However, there were still people who knew their stuff at the scene. A male student said in shock, "If I'm not wrong, this dress should be from the Song family's shop in the Central Plains, right? The original price is twenty-nine hundred and ninety-nine, and now the price is 188 888." "What? 188888?"

I refuse to let him go through what I went through. After landing, we all take a taxi to the hotel where we will be staying. Once we unpack all of our items, we get ready. I decide on wearing a nice Zuria dress with a green jacket over it. I then dress Nathanial into cute khaki shorts and a traditional Habesha shirt. We both come out and I see Vittorio in a clean suit. It's very similar to the attire he wears to work, but the tie he's wearing is made out of kente. I even hand sewed the tie myself.

she replied "so what choosing expensive will not show talent the fabric we are gonna choose must be cheap and comfortable because more than looks people prefer comfort by using this fabric will not make clothes to loose its value because though it's cheap we will use high and best quality with all tests so it will be cheap and manufacturing also will be little easy by that production will be more as we didn't use much expenses while making it our price tag will be medium by that sales will increase and brand name will become popular because there are 60 percent of lower and upper middle class consumers compared to 20 percent high class consumers so by basing on our price this middle class

he replied. “Hey Tsong...” I whispered next to him. ”...you think, how much are these beautiful dresses? It's embarrassing.” He let out a sigh. “Just pick Xania. Don't even think about the price.” “Hah? What are you Tsong. No. I'll pay. Even though I'm poor, I have income from my job so I'll pay,” I replied. “Whatever Cactus. Can you just get all the dresses and go inside the fitting room already?”

Just like earlier, Izzy didn’t even have a chance to protest as Seth started picking out clothes and handing them to her. “Go try them on. I’ll wait right here.” He said, firm and casual. Izzy held back an eye roll and headed silently to the fitting room. She hesitated as she reached for a yellow spaghetti-strapped summer dress—only to freeze when she saw the price tag. ₱4,899. “That’s... insane.” She muttered to herself, quickly putting the dress back on the hanger. She checked the other items, and instantly regretted it. Every price tag made her head spin. Just a few pieces, but they would cost her at least two months’ worth of coffee shop wages.

The dress might’ve been just an outfit to others, but to Sasha, it felt like her pride was being stepped on. Before she could respond, Eloise leaned over and whispered, “Raise the price. I’ll take care of the dress later.” Sasha looked at her, then pulled out her phone and flashed a QR code. “Two million.” Aries glared at her. “Are you serious? That’s ridiculous!” Sasha gave him a sharp look and smiled. “What? Can’t afford it? Or just don’t want to? That dress was made by a well-known international designer, you know. It’s not something you find just anywhere.”

Mira feigned a disappointed expression as waved the gloves. “Wicked” Almera snatched the gloves and unfolded them curiously. The design looked magical… the life-like magnolia flowers made Almera bend down and sniff to see if they smelled just as good…..She quickly wore them on her hands and posed waving her hands around. Mira sat giggling. She loved to see Almera’s admiration. “Now for the happiest part of your day.” Almera smirked as she priced the cloths. “The black, I will be charging 150 for the design, the beige is also at the same amount of workmanship so the same. For the other two I would charge 75. What do you say?”

Whispered his heart. "Praveen, this shirt suits you," said Zoya, taking a maroon shirt made of soft fabric from the display hanger. Praveen looked at the shirt. It's good and looked classy. But his eyes were more on the price tag. It said 3000 rupees. Crazy! Expensive, he hissed. Almost a third of his first honorarium. "Good! But I couldn't stand the price. Let's find something else!" "All the clothes in this shop are expensive, Ashita," Praveen said in a half whisper.

“Worse. I burned one of Master Ryou’s shirts while ironing it. I didn’t realize how hot the iron was. I cried so much.” I winced. “Oh no…” “She figured out a fix. Ordered the exact same shirt online—but let me tell you, it wasn’t cheap. Our wallets nearly tapped out.” I handed her the basket with the pillowcases, towels, and handkerchiefs. “How expensive are we talking?” “Last I checked, his shirts range from five to eight thousand pesos each—but there are pieces that cost even more.” I froze. “That’s like... a whole paycheck.” “Exactly,” she said, shrugging. “But for someone like him? That’s pocket change.”

" Mrs Carter scolded. Franco seemed to appear out of nowhere. "I hope those are tears of joy I see." He song. "Let me ring these up." His hand held machine beeped as it scanned the price tags. While Franco called the individual prices out loud. "Starting from the top. Veil is fifteen thousand dollars, dress is forty-five, skirting goes for twenty, ooh and those lovely shoes are thirty-seven. Bringing the total to, one hundred and seventeen thou-" Christenna's crying cut Franco off. "Oh, now you did it." Alba laughed.