C711 Acetic Acid

Without Liu Fugui pulling the strings, it would be much easier for Zhao Xiangyun's side.

The only thing that made people unhappy was that the weather had turned cold. No matter what shirts or dresses they wore, they were not easy to sell. The previous day's turnover of a few thousand yuan had decreased quite a bit.

There was a market for bell-bottoms, and so was the aviator