"Why don't you know the answer?" The person in charge curled his lip and scoffed. "You owed us so much money for so long, do you think we would still extend credit to you?"

"But we've already paid it all off!"

"So you still want to buy on credit this time? Can you guarantee you can pay it off by the end of the month?" the other party immediately retorted aggressively.

Chen Zhenxing was speechless.

The other party sneered, "Look, you yourself aren't confident, are you? Your Baiyun Garment Factory is just like this. Who in the whole county doesn't know you're on the verge of bankruptcy? Even if you're showing some improvement now, it's just a last gasp. With Qingshan Garment Factory holding you back, you're dreaming!"

"Brother, don't think I'm looking down on you. It's an order from above, we can't do anything about it!"

"Let's go, let's go quickly!"

The person in charge waved his hand, handed over two people, and then came over to shove Chen Zhenxing and Ye Yun.

Ye Yun was pregnant and worried that she might hurt her stomach during the shoving, so she pulled Chen Zhenxing back a little.

Seeing that the other person was about to leave, she quickly called out, "Excuse me, could I see your factory manager?"

Upon hearing this, the man stopped and turned around.

But his eyes only held a mocking sneer at her overestimation of her abilities, and he scoffed, "Little girl, the factory manager isn't someone you can just see whenever you want."

Then he left.

"What should we do now..."

Chen Zhenxing squatted dejectedly at the entrance of the textile factory, holding his head in his hands and helplessly grabbing a handful of his already sparse hair.

Ye Yun touched her nose.

After a two-second pause, she gently nudged Chen Zhenxing's shin and asked softly, "What's the relationship between Yang Qinglin and the textile factory director?"

A single word awakened me from my dream.

Chen Zhenxing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up at her in shock.

"Was this at Yang Qinglin's behest?"

"I don't know," Ye Yun shrugged. "I'm just guessing. What do you think?"

Chen Zhenxing, seemingly lost in thought, gritted his teeth and said, "It must be that bastard!"

"Why?"

"The textile factory manager is his brother-in-law!"

"..."

What else could she say?

After Ye Yun figured out what had happened, she couldn't help but press her temples, feeling her whole head start to ache.

Really...

What does this tell us?

Having connections makes things easier!

With this connection, it wasn't easy for her to get fabric from the textile factory.

"Let's go," Ye Yun said.

After saying that, she lifted her foot and walked outside.

Walk?

Chen Zhenxing looked at her in confusion, then quickly got up and followed her. "Boss Ye, where are we going now?"

Ye Yun: "Let's go to the department store."

"What about the fabric? Our warehouse inventory is almost empty. If we can't get any more fabric, the employees won't have anything to do, and we won't be able to pay their wages. Then we'll be doomed again..."

Chen Zhenxing's voice was choked with sobs.

If there's no work, there's no pay; if there's no pay, employees will leave, and the garment factory will face bankruptcy again. Wouldn't that be the same as before?

He's caught in a vicious cycle.

Chen Zhenxing felt increasingly heartbroken as he thought about it, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Ye Yun turned her head and saw him following behind dejectedly. Noticing his condition, she twitched her lips helplessly, "Director Chen, don't think so much. Overthinking won't solve anything."

"What should we do then?" Chen Zhenxing looked at her blankly.

Ye Yun: "You said that the textile factory director is Yang Qinglin's brother-in-law, which means that the problem is not here. Instead of wasting time on this, we should think about how to solve the root of the problem."

Chen Zhenxing was stunned.

Seeing his blank expression, Ye Yun couldn't help but sigh. She seemed to understand why Chen Zhenxing had managed to bankrupt a state-owned garment factory.

He panics whenever something happens; how could he possibly outmaneuver an old fox like Yang Qinglin?

"Director Chen, you'd better be more careful." Ye Yun glanced at Chen Zhenxing, then turned and walked towards the tricycle.

Chen Zhenxing was speechless.

He immediately realized the meaning behind Ye Yun's words, his face flushed, and he quickly followed Ye Yun's steps, explaining, "Boss Ye, please don't look down on me. Actually, I'm quite cunning... no, I mean, I'm not like this before. I'm quite steady. It's just that with you here, I've suddenly become weaker. I'm still quite steady at heart!"

Ye Yun, "..."

Haha, I really didn't see that coming.

After leaving the textile factory, Ye Yun went to the department store, where she unexpectedly ran into Liu Wan, who was inspecting the Qingshan store.

Seeing her enter the shop, Liu Wan put down the clothes she was holding and came over as well.

"Ye Yun".

Ye Yun was checking yesterday's account book in the shop when she looked up and saw Liu Wan standing in front of her counter.

She frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"No need," Liu Wan said with a smile, leaning against the counter and looking at her with bright eyes. "I came here specifically to see you, and you're being so cold?"

Ye Yun's brows furrowed even more.

"If I remember correctly, we're not close?"

"It can also be cooked."

"It seems like we're on opposing sides?"

“You gave her cold medicine just a few days ago and stayed up all night with her, which moved her to tears. But today you say you’re not familiar with her. You’re such a heartless woman…” Liu Wan was on the verge of tears and sadly grabbed her hand.

Ye Yun's small hand trembled in fright. "Can't you be normal for once? Yang Qinglin's henchman?"

Liu Wan rolled her eyes.

"Don't mention that name to me, it's disgusting." Her tone suddenly turned cold, and she waved her hand dismissively.

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