"You have such a fawning and obsequious look about you. I'd rather die than live like that!"

She thought bitterly.

Wait, why is Wang Xiufen here?

Does this shop belong to her family?

After making inquiries from various sources, she learned a shocking truth.

This shop belongs to Lin Chen's family, and it has a huge daily output, earning tens of thousands of yuan a month.

The thought of Jiang Ning counting her money every month made her grit her teeth in hatred.

How come Jiang Ning is so lucky?

Lin Chen is practically a money-printing machine; he can make money no matter what he does, making money hand over fist.

If Lin Tao had that kind of skill, he wouldn't have to work as a security guard.

Achoo!

A sneeze came from the Starlight Trading office. Lin Tao touched his nose, wondering who was talking about him behind his back.

Just then, Jiang Ning returned from outside with good news: all the approval procedures had been completed.

Jack cheered with joy and almost picked up Jiang Ning and spun her around.

The admiration and affection he showed for Jiang Ning made Lucy feel very uncomfortable.

"It's just solving a pressing problem. What's there to be proud of? With her skills, she wouldn't even be a good order clerk."

She comforted herself.

Under Jack's orders, she had to assign some of the work to her.

The existing orders are all from Jack's acquaintances and friends, one of which is to provide one hundred sets of stylish cheongsams within a month.

Many of the traditional qipao-making techniques have been lost during the Cultural Revolution, and these are not something that any factory can mass-produce.

She had to find the old tailor to make it herself.