Zhang Guohua opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him, but he didn't know where to start. Lu Siyi was well-known for his impartiality in the army.

"After this mission, I'll take a good vacation and spend time with my wife and children."

He raised his eyes and hummed softly, and the image of Lin Qingyue's angry face appeared in his mind.

I guess she's still angry.

No word was exchanged that night. Two days passed. Even though he couldn't leave due to some matters at the army, he still called her home, just to see if she could come to see him.

But it didn't.

Thinking of Bai Jingsheng's words, a feeling of uneasiness slowly crept into my heart.

…

In the evening, Grandma Yu sent over some samples of clothing, including several styles of women's fashion and some children's clothing.

"It's just that there is a lack of men's clothing." Lin Qingyue frowned, but this is not important. Throughout the years, men's purchasing power has been relatively low, and the main elements of designing popular men's clothing are all centered around those few: simplicity, comfort, and durability.

The next day, Lin Qingyue took the sample clothes to see the factory manager.

Fan Zhihua exclaimed: "Mrs. Lu, did you design all these clothes?"

His eyes were wide open, the color combination was bold, yet harmonious and beautiful, even better than any of the old masters in her factory.

If this person wasn't the battalion commander's wife, he really wanted to poach her.

Lin Qingyue nodded: "Of course, but this dress was not made by me. It was made by an old lady in our compound. My needlework is not up to par."

"How many pieces would you like to order, Mrs. Lu?" Director Fan asked straight to the point.

"How many hands? What does that mean? Isn't it made to order?"

"It is indeed based on the size. The five numbers are called first-hand numbers. In our garment factory, except for custom-made work clothes or school uniforms, all other clothes are made in a first-hand way." Factory Director Fan explained: "This is also to make the clothes sell better, because people are different in height, weight and body shape, so there is a size as a standard, so that the clothes made are easier to sell."

This was the first time Lin Qingyue received this kind of knowledge and she couldn't help but feel curious. She also remembered that the clothes in the mall were all in clear sizes, but the sizes that came later were too outrageous.

People are increasingly pursuing fair, young and thin figures, and the sizes of clothes made are almost the same as children's clothes. Unlike this era, people's aesthetic tastes are still relatively normal, and women's bodies are healthy and round.

Director Fan took out the size chart and suggested, "Mrs. Lu, I suggest you order the size range of 90-130."

How come this is different from the later sizes? Here, weight is used.

But she soon understood the reason. People of this era were neither too heavy nor too light. Everyone's weight was relatively evenly distributed.

"Okay, you are an expert here, so we'll do as you say." Lin Qingyue thought for a moment and said, "Let's make two copies of each style first. I'll sell them first, and we'll focus on increasing the production of the one that sells best."

"OK!"

She seemed to have thought of something and took out a piece of paper from her bag with a logo she had drawn on it: "Can you see if you can add this to the tag?"

"What is this?" Fan Zhihua frowned, not understanding what was in front of him. It looked like a flying butterfly, or two peach hearts approaching each other.

"The logo is a mark on our clothes." Lin Qingyue explained: "With this thing, we can tell at a glance which clothes are from our factory."

"Can our factory use this method?" Fan Zhihua said with an embarrassed look on his face: "To be honest, our factory has to deal with various product quality issues every year, but the styles of those clothes are the same as ours, and sometimes we can't even tell whether they are our clothes or not."