Chi Yin sat up with a start, muttering in a daze, "Four yuan..."
She felt as if she had rolled over, hopped out of bed, and dashed barefoot toward the door.
Stepping outside, she saw three or four women examining newly sewn short-sleeve shirts. She hurried forward to introduce them, her words bringing broad smiles to the women's faces as they readily pulled out their money to pay.
Chapter 82