Chapter 267 Isn’t this ridiculous?

There are many kinds of Huanghuali, some are cheap and some are expensive. What Cheng Hui has now is definitely the most expensive kind.

She looked at the furniture filling the huge living room and decided to be nicer to the Dong family.

Even if there are not enough 8 72 legs, let each of them have a job.

She asked Zhao Daxing to tell them that after their family had assembled the furniture, they should report to the electrical appliance factory.

When the Dong family got the news, they wiped their tears while working, and suddenly they felt that life had hope again.

The old saying is right, as long as you don't die, everything is possible!

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Two days later, the group's furniture was assembled. The living room and Cheng Hui's room were equipped with sets of mahogany furniture, while other people's rooms only had some tables and chairs.

Except for Cheng Hui, no one else could accept the step-out bed. They all said it was creepy and they were afraid to sleep on it.

Besides, their master bedroom is not big enough to accommodate it.

Everyone said that just buying a wooden bed would be fine.

This left a lot of unassembled furniture. Cheng Hui asked the Dong family to maintain them, and then learned from them to store them in the basement storage room in the state of parts.

"It looks good, but why does it feel a little weird?" Zhao Daxing suddenly said as he looked at the living room filled with furniture, but he couldn't tell what was weird about it.

Cheng Hui smiled and said, "It's certainly awkward to pair European-style buildings with Chinese-style furniture."

She also felt awkward, but there was nothing she could do. She wasn't after the furniture, she was after the money, so she wanted it no matter how awkward it was!

She patted the armrest of the chair, thinking that she was sitting on a chair worth hundreds of thousands or even millions, and her waist didn't hurt anymore.

Zhao Daxing still frowned: "I have calluses on my ears from listening to it these past two days, but I understand it. This is a good thing. What if someone recognizes its value..."

He looked at Cheng Hui and said, "Don't show off your wealth. It's better to have less trouble than more."

Cheng Hui nodded: "I know, so I think..."

Before she could finish, there was a knock on the door.

Cui Pan, who was cleaning, hurried over to open the door.

Cui Pan was not there when they chose the room that day, and later Gao Zhi wanted to live in the same room with her.

After all, he was living under someone else's roof, so Cui Pan was very considerate. He was never idle when he entered the house and always had something to do.

"Who are you?" Cui Pan didn't know the person outside the door and didn't dare let him in.

"I'm Wang Song from the No. 1 Garment Factory. Is Director Cheng at home?" Wang Song said.

"I'm at home, please come in." Cheng Hui said immediately.

Wang Song walked in, walked around the screen in the entrance hall, and was stunned when he saw the newly renovated living room.

He is a connoisseur of valuables. When he was an apprentice tailor, he often went to wealthy families to make clothes for gentlemen and ladies.

In fact, he can also make cheongsams. He is an expert at making cheongsams!

But cheongsams are not selling now. Not to mention selling them, it seems illegal to wear them. No one dares to wear them.

Wang Song was just stunned for a moment, then greeted Cheng Hui as if he knew nothing, and then went straight to the point:

"Director Cheng, are you free now?" he asked.

Cheng Hui looked at the sky outside. It was almost dark and it was time to get off work.

Without waiting for Cheng Hui to speak, Wang Song opened his briefcase and took out two stacks of square rags.

"I know you are busy, so I brought all the tasks for our factory this year. Can you see how to sell them best?" he said.

He also went to inquire about Cheng Hui these days. He had enough time and found out more than Sun Biao. He found out that Cheng Hui was indeed the director of two factories and a mechanical designer. He was really busy.

I was so busy that I forgot about him...he came here quickly.

Cheng Hui took the cloth from his hand, a stack of ordinary pure cotton cloth with five styles, and a stack of old coarse cloth with ten styles.

There are two solid-colored pure cotton fabrics, one black and one white, and three patterned ones, all of which are small floral patterns, white flowers on a blue background, red flowers on a white background, and white flowers on a red background.

Ten types of old coarse cloth materials, five types of colorful plaids, and five types of colorful stripes.

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Not bad, much better than I thought, they are all classic styles, so they won't be a problem to sell."

Wang Song asked with a worried look on his face: "Aren't you worried?"

How come he didn't notice? He must be worried to death!

Cheng Hui was stunned for a moment before she reacted. These patterns were regarded as small green vegetables and pickles among the big fish and meat in later generations. They were a retro style and would be brought out and popular in a few years.

But at this time, the old coarse cloth only has two types: plaid and striped. These two types have been the only ones available for decades! I'm so tired of watching it.

The same goes for small floral prints. This style has been around for too long, and large floral prints from Northeast China are popular here now. Small floral prints are out of fashion and are not selling well.

As for black and white cloth, it has always been difficult to sell, the black color fades, and white cotton clothes... don't even mention it. The quality of the white cloth in my hand is too thin and transparent, and it cannot be worn at all. It can only be used for funerals.

Cheng Hui smiled and said to Wang Song, "Bring me 10 pieces of these five colored stripes and the white cloth, and I will tell you how to sell them on the spot.

"By the way, do you have any lace?"

"There are a little bit in the warehouse, left over from the past, not much." Wang Song said.

Lace has been introduced to the mainland for 100 years. It is not something new, but it is quite rare and precious now because the material is scarce.

"Bring them all here." Cheng Hui said, "Bring two more sewing machines here."

I don’t know what she is going to do, but she really wants to do something. Wang Song went back to get her things with anticipation.

When Zhao Daxing saw that there was a show to watch, he didn't even go home for dinner, but sat there waiting to watch the show.

Cheng Hui asked Jiang Quan to help her buy some things and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Today we have chicken stewed with mushrooms.

The chicken was sent by Lu Weimin, and the mushrooms were sent by Fan Guangyao.

He really knows how to deliver food!

When Wang Song came back with the truck, Cheng Hui's meal was just ready.

Cheng Hui invited him to have dinner together before going to see the cloth.

There is no difference from the sample.

Cheng Hui directed several brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law to start working.

"Measure how high each window is from the shed."

"Just cut all this cloth to this height. I want to make curtains," she said.

Gao Nan immediately said, "Sister-in-law, you are wrong, right? When making curtains, you can just measure the windows directly, right?"

"You don't understand, just do as I say." Cheng Hui said.

Gao Nan shut up immediately.

Several sisters-in-law also cut the length according to their measurements.

With a sewing machine, curtains can be made very quickly by simply edge locking and splicing.

Jiang Quan went out and brought back a large number of iron clips, the kind with a ring on one end.

There was also a bundle of wire and several sacks of sponges.

Cheng Hui looked at the wall. Logically, she should have made a curtain box, but the conditions were limited now, so she just gave up and pulled a piece of wire.

Soon, a pair of white cloth curtains was ready.

It's just an ordinary white cloth, the only "high-end" thing about it is the lace border at the bottom.

After putting the clip on it, Cheng Hui had it hung on a window in the living room.

For a one-meter-wide window, people nowadays would also make the curtains one-meter wide. A little more would save fabric.

But Cheng Hui now hangs two pairs, one on each side, which looks better.

Maybe she was the only one who thought it looked good, and everyone else looked unhappy.

Once this big white curtain is hung... and then flutters in the wind...even funeral halls don't hang it like this!

They have never seen a house with white curtains!

"Why don't we just give up..." For the first time, Zhao Daxing doubted Cheng Hui's aesthetic taste.

Wang Song also looked disappointed. Isn’t this ridiculous?

There is no such nonsense!

"It's not over yet." Cheng Hui said with a smile.