The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning, in Chen Xihua's private office on the third floor of Fanghua Company's office building.

"Boss Xiao Wu, you've finally arrived!" At that moment, there was a knock on the office door, which was then pushed open forcefully. Walking in was Zhang Xiaolan, who had gradually become more capable.

But she was in a hurry, as if she had something urgent to attend to.

"Good morning, Sister Xiaolan." Chen Xihua's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. Why is Sister Xiaolan calling her "boss" like Director Zhang?

It was a holiday today, and there weren't many people at the factory, but I still ran into Zhang Anmin at the gate. He had just greeted me with the same serious and earnest greeting, "Good morning, boss!"

Chen Xihua found it awkward and uncomfortable. In Gaoyang County, whenever a customer entered a shop, the shopkeeper would say, "Boss, what do you want to buy? Boss, how can I help you? Boss..."

Even when you go to the market to buy some vegetables, the vendors will call you "boss." It's similar to how in Guangdong province, people call women "pretty girl" and men "handsome boy."

Of course, she also knew that Sister Xiaolan and the others were being respectful to her. In fact, Chen Xihua felt that calling her Manager Chen or President Chen was fine.

The "boss," in a true sense, evokes a sense of high-end status—a big boss, chairman, etc. Imagine someone wearing a black suit, a long coat, and slicked-back hair, followed by a group of security personnel, exuding an air of authority.

This was Chen Xihua's second time at the company, and she was already being called "boss," which made her a little embarrassed. At least a group company should be established, right? She still had some self-respect, haha…

"Sister Xiaolan, what's wrong?" After about half a minute, Chen Xihua slowly asked, clearing her mind of all the chaos.

Actually, she just wanted Xiaolan to calm down. When employees are anxious, the boss shouldn't be anxious, otherwise they'll panic even more.

Now that she had some time to calm down, Zhang Xiaolan organized her thoughts before speaking, "Don't we have a one-month probationary period? Only after that do we officially sign the employment contract. But over these three months, several people, who are all very skilled, have automatically found excuses to leave."

I asked Li Shisheng to look into the situation. They discovered that these female workers were working at another workshop called "Fangcao" with about 20 or 30 employees in the southern part of the county.

The clothes they make are exactly the same styles they learned from us, but they don't copy the trademarks. The clothes are sold in Gaoyang County, at a lower price, but they sell very well.

"Who opened it? Do you know, Sister Xiaolan?" Chen Xihua asked, tapping the table rhythmically with her hand.

In fact, Fanghua's clothes are already popular in the county. Many young people want to buy Fanghua's clothes, but they have to go to the provincial capital to buy them. Chen Xihua has also been considering opening a store in the county.

"The boss's surname seems to be Huang, yes, it's the Huang family. He's also related to Director Li of our county's textile factory. It seems he's from Director Li's father-in-law's side, and they opened the business together with the Huang family." Zhang Xiaolan recounted all the information she had found.

So Uncle Zhang San had rushed out to check things out. Chen Xihua recalled meeting Zhang Anmin at the door; he had been in such a hurry that he hadn't had time to say much before having something important to investigate.

The Huang family?

"Is it the Huang family that opened a store in the southeast district of the county, selling clothes, needles, thread, fabric scraps, yarn, etc." Chen Xihua suddenly asked.

"Boss Xiao Wu, how did you know?" Zhang Xiaolan asked in surprise, her eyes wide. She hadn't mentioned it yet.

Haha, the Huang family, Li Xiaoling's maternal grandmother's family, Huang Tianming. And that divorced man who drives a passenger bus, we need to make some careful plans for that.

"Sister Xiaolan, I understand. If you don't have anything else, you can go home and rest. Today is a holiday, so you don't need to work at the factory anymore. I'll figure out a way to handle this."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Seeing Chen Xihua's confident demeanor, Zhang Xiaolan relaxed, then turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Chen Xihua did indeed have an idea; clothing is the easiest thing to imitate, it's unavoidable. Things like the garment's cut, zippers, and buttons are practical designs and can't be considered plagiarism.

However, if an artistic pattern is deliberately designed next to the button or in other conspicuous places and then copied and imitated, that is plagiarism.

Even if it's not a copy of a trademark design, as long as the design contains an artistic element created by the author, it's still plagiarism.

Actually, Chen Xihua was quite happy. Being imitated meant that her Fanghua clothes were well-made, and the brand would gradually spread and become deeply rooted in people's hearts.

However, since the opposing family is the Huang family, she cannot treat them gently, and she will not choose to resolve the matter privately.

During the holiday, Chen Xihua spent her time designing sketches, especially focusing on the art and concepts, and designed two sets of autumn and winter clothes.

On the last day of the holiday, at eight o'clock in the morning, Chen Xihua called the two factory directors and Li Shisheng to his office.

"Brother Shisheng, is that truck easy to drive?" Chen Xihua asked as soon as she saw Li Shisheng, whom she hadn't seen for a while.

Last month, the garment factory bought a large truck for 80,000 to 90,000 yuan, which is driven by Li Shisheng.

He was mainly responsible for the transportation work of the garment factory, such as taking the factory's purchasing staff to purchase raw materials such as fabrics.

According to Director Zhang, Brother Shi is extremely protective of this truck, even more so than Chen Lao Er is of the motorcycle.

Li Shisheng also had a companion, Li Guangrong, a young man from Shanghe Village. Later on, when he was driving long distances, he would need someone to accompany him, so the two of them could take turns driving.

"Xi Hua, that car is very nice." Li Shisheng scratched his head a little awkwardly, but as he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Xiaolan.

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Chen Xihua was secretly laughing, and Li Shisheng's face immediately turned red.

Chen Xihua smiled, thinking that the two of them were showing promise, and it seemed that someone in the factory would soon be getting married.

Actually, a few days ago, she noticed that when Sister Xiaolan mentioned asking Li Shisheng to find someone to investigate, she paused for a moment, spoke softly, and looked a little shy.

Chen Xihua had already guessed it.

Sister Xiaolan and Brother Shisheng are both twenty-four or twenty-five years old. In this day and age, not getting married is actually a bit late.

Wang, a woman from the provincial capital, also got married at the beginning of this year to one of her high school classmates. The two had been dating for several years, and the man owned a hardware store in the provincial capital.

That's good. Chen Xihua doesn't want her employees to sacrifice marriage for their careers. It would be ideal if they could have stable jobs and harmonious, happy families.

If you meet the right person at the right time and at the right age, then get married. But don't force it, and don't run away from it; let nature take its course.

Returning to the meeting's main topic, Chen Xihua took out the drawings and written materials she had prepared over the past two days.

"Everyone is aware of the situation regarding Fangcao Workshop's imitation, so let me explain my plan."