When the two friends met, they chatted away animatedly, seemingly arguing, but it was all in good spirits.
"How is it going? Is the business doing okay?" Julia Bluen carefully looked over Rachel Bailey's clothes, asking with concern. "You started a business without saying a word. If you'd just asked, I could have helped. The way you've set up your stall, it doesn't look much different from a street vendor's. Your clothes are good quality, but you can't sell them at high prices, so you're making much less profit. You should rent a proper shop and hang the clothes on racks, like other shops do. That would make the clothes look more valuable, and you could raise the prices."
"I want to rely on myself. Don't worry, at least I'm making a profit, not a loss. If I ever truly need your help, I won't hesitate to ask," Rachel laughed heartily, then suggested to Julia, "Let's find a place to sit down and chat."
