Tong Xuejiao's pretty face turned black with anger.

Jiang Qiaoqiao's words not only accused her of being impolite and disrespectful, but also implied that she deliberately fell to seduce Huo Beixiao.

Unfortunately, she had no way to refute her.

Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't say anything more to her, but only said to Huo Beixiao, "I'm leaving first."

Tong Xuejiao's expression softened slightly after watching Jiang Qiaoqiao drive away in her car.

Fortunately, this village girl was sensible enough to take the money and go shopping on her own, instead of following Huo Beixiao around and causing trouble.

She would take this opportunity to let Huo Beixiao know who the woman was worthy of standing by his side was.

"Bei Xiao, let's go too. We can't keep them waiting." Tong Xuejiao said, reaching out to take Huo Bei Xiao's arm.

Huo Beixiao immediately stepped aside, and said with a stern face, "Miss Tong, men and women should not touch each other, especially since I am already married."

Tong Xuejiao wasn't angry at all, she just shrugged helplessly, "Bei Xiao, sometimes I really wonder if you traveled from ancient times. What era is this? It's normal for friends to link arms, you're so old-fashioned."

Also, you used to call me Sister Xuejiao, but now you call me Miss Tong. That sounds so distant!

Huo Beixiao's face was cold and stern. "Miss Tong, if my lover is willing to call you Sister Xuejiao, I will naturally follow suit."

The implication is that unless she gains Jiang Qiaoqiao's approval, he will continue to avoid her.

Tong Xuejiao: ……

She really underestimated Jiang Qiaoqiao's scheming tricks.

*

"Achoo, achoo, achoo..."

Jiang Qiaoqiao sneezed three times in a row as soon as she arrived at the provincial capital's wholesale market. She knew without even thinking that Tong Xuejiao was scolding her.

She knew that Tong Xuejiao must have failed to get what she wanted from Huo Beixiao, so she cursed her to vent her anger.

She could only express her helplessness in the face of this.

After all, Huo Beixiao's behavior, which was like that of a model of male virtue, was not something she taught him.

But Huo Beixiao's behavior made her feel very at ease.

The wholesale markets in the provincial capital are at least five times the size of those in the city.

She wandered around the market but didn't see any georgette dresses available for wholesale.

She simply went directly to the stall owner to ask.

After asking around, no one had the goods. Some stall owners didn't even know that this kind of fabric existed.

When she asked about the last stall, it was a tall, stylish young woman.

The woman looked at the dress in her hand and said, "I saw this in Shenzhen before, but I didn't take it. It's made of some kind of georgette fabric, and it's all imported now. The factory price for this dress is about eighty yuan apiece, but it sells for over two hundred yuan apiece in department stores."

Our wholesale market caters mainly to small clothing stores and vendors. Who would be willing to spend over two hundred yuan on a dress from a small clothing store, or even a stall? People go to department stores.”

After listening to the woman's words, Jiang Qiaoqiao pondered for a moment. In order to control costs to the maximum extent and increase profits while lowering the selling price, she still had to build a complete industrial chain herself.

However, it's too early for her to think about these things now; she lacks the necessary resources, and all her ideas remain just wishful thinking.