Seeing Yu Meijuan's expression, Liu Dali sensitively thought that this woman must have found something wrong with the order. He began to carefully recall the scene when they signed the order.

This order was made through the cooperation of Cui Mingtao, the deputy director of the cotton textile factory. Could there be something wrong with this order? He looked at Yu Meijuan's gloomy face and was absolutely sure that there must be something wrong with this order.

"Comrade Yu, after reading this order, what do you think?" he asked Yu Meijuan tentatively.

"Oh, I can't see any problem at the moment. Can I take a look at the goods first?" Yu Meijuan didn't want to be the first to speak out before she understood the whole story.

Although she had no experience in the workplace, she knew how to interact with people. Some things couldn't be said directly.

Hearing Yu Meijuan's answer, Liu Dali understood that something had gone wrong with the order. But he didn't show it. He said to the girl next to him, "Xiaobai, go to the warehouse and get a few samples of the garments that need hand-embroidery. Let Comrade Yu take a look."

Xiaobai agreed and went out to do his work.

Liu Dali and Yu Meijuan sat there, each with their own thoughts, neither saying a word. The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Fortunately, Xiaobai came in quickly with a pile of ready-made clothes.

When Yu Meijuan saw the clothes, she knew they were expensive, as they were made of the finest silk. The clothes were exquisitely crafted, but just as Director Zhou had said, they lacked soul.

As long as they are hand-embroidered, these cheongsams will become exquisite products that represent the essence of Chinese culture.

The processed garments exported abroad will surely be welcomed by foreign friends who are interested in Chinese style.