This summer, Yu Hongying went on a business trip to Hai City and wanted to buy a piece of chiffon fabric to make a dress.

Unfortunately, the fabric of a chiffon dress costs more than 30 yuan. Yu Hongying thought about it again and again, but finally couldn't bear to spend it. After returning, Yu Hongying saw the hateful faces of some people and regretted not buying it.

When Yu Hongying saw the shirt Zhao Zhenzhu was wearing today, she realized that shirts made of chiffon have a kind of low-key luxury, and are actually no worse than dresses.

The most important thing is that the fabric for a shirt only costs about 20 yuan, which is about one-third cheaper than a dress.

"My husband is serving in the army in Guangzhou, and he sent the fabric back." Zhao Zhenzhu was unaware of Yu Hongying's inner struggle, and she quickly pulled out the tool Zhou Bingchen for a walk.

This piece of cloth was stored in Zhao Zhenzhu's space.

Zhao Zhenzhu is a person who doesn't like to treat herself badly. She has several containers of fabrics suitable for the whole family.

"Is your man an officer in the army? He really loves you." Yu Hongying's eyes were full of envy.

"Yes, my Bingchen has been in the army in Guangshi for more than ten years. There are a lot of new and interesting things there, and Bingchen would buy them for us sometimes when he comes across them." The smile on Zhao Zhenzhu's face was almost gone.

Could you please stop mentioning Zhou Bingchen all the time?

For now, she can only rely on Zhou Bingchen to get nice clothes, and she feels so depressed.

"Zhenzhu, you don't mind me calling you like that, right?" Yu Hongying's smile became even brighter, and she moved her stool closer to Zhao Zhenzhu.

That's Guangshi! A big city that can rival Haishi.

Many things imported from abroad can currently only be bought in Haishi and Guangshi.

Yu Hongying wanted to have a good relationship with Zhao Zhenzhu so that it would be easier for her to go shopping in the future.

"I don't mind. Names are meant to be called by people. Comrade Yu can call you whatever you want." Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.

"Don't call me Comrade Yu anymore, just call me Sister Yu!" Yu Hongying patted Zhao Zhenzhu's hand and said.

Big sister?

Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't help but look at He Bo.

Zhao Zhenzhu heard it clearly. He Bo just called Yu Hongying "Aunt". If she called Yu Hongying "Sister", wouldn't He Bo become her "Nephew"?

"Sister, let's talk about our own things. If I hadn't had a good relationship with Liangzi, I would actually want to call you elder sister. It's because you look so young." He Bo said with a smile.

"You naughty boy, you actually dare to tease an old man like me." Yu Hongying pretended to be displeased, but she couldn't suppress the joy in her eyes.

What older woman doesn’t like to be praised for her youth?

"Aunt, how are you old? You look very young! Sister, am I right?" He Bo asked Zhao Zhenzhu.

"How old is Sister Yu this year? I think she is about thirty-four or thirty-five." Zhao Zhenzhu took over the conversation.

"I'm 42! I'm old!" Yu Hongying touched her face and sighed.

"Wow! Sister Yu, if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known that you are actually 42 years old this year." Zhao Zhenzhu flattered her subtly.

"You two are really good at talking. I haven't been this happy in a long time." Yu Hongying was amused by Zhao Zhenzhu and He Bo's singing the same tune.

"Sister Yu, about the scraps of cloth..." After Zhao Zhenzhu and Hongying laughed for a while, they were ready to talk about business.

Let’s deal with the rag issue quickly. If there’s still time, Zhao Zhenzhu wants to go sell hair bands with He Bo!

Mainly, Zhao Zhenzhu wanted to understand the aesthetic tastes of female comrades in the county and observe what kind of hair bands sell best.

"Pearl, I'll take you to the warehouse to get the rags later. But I want to ask you a favor." Yu Hongying said with a smile on her face.

“······” Zhao Zhenzhu was a little confused.

Yu Hongying is the deputy director of a garment factory. How could such a person possibly ask a rural woman for help?

"Pearl! I have wanted a chiffon dress for a long time, but unfortunately I haven't been able to buy the material. Next time... when you write to your husband, can you ask him to help me buy a piece of cloth? Any pattern similar to the one you're wearing will do." Yu Hongying said affectionately.

"Sister Yu, I have another piece of cloth at home. If you want it, I will ask Xiaobo to deliver it to you in two days." Zhao Zhenzhu suddenly realized and said hurriedly.

"Really? That's great." Yu Hongying's eyes were smiling with joy.

With the cloth as their "friendship", Zhao Zhenzhu and Yu Hongying talked about buying scraps of cloth, and it went very smoothly.

Yu Hongying first took Zhao Zhenzhu and others to the scrap warehouse to look at the existing scraps of cloth.

Zhao Zhenzhu opened a few packages and took a look, her heart filled with surprise.

Among those scraps of fabric, there were not only silk and lace, but also velvet, and of course, the most common was Dacron. Not only that, there was even the chiffon fabric that Yu Hongying had always dreamed of.

Most of these scraps of fabric come in bright colors, making them perfect for making hair ties and other small accessories.

"Sister Yu, doesn't your factory produce chiffon clothes? Why do you have to go out to buy fabric?" Zhao Zhenzhu asked after returning to the office.

Why did she go out to buy fabric? It was because of some jealous guy who couldn't stand her success!

Even if Yu Hongying paid for the fabrics in the factory, there would definitely be rumors that Yu Hongying took advantage of the factory. Maybe someone would even spread rumors that Yu Hongying took the fabrics in the factory for nothing!

However, Yu Hongying just met Zhao Zhenzhu today, so she would definitely not say such profound words to Zhao Zhenzhu.

"The fabrics in the factory all have production tasks, and there is not much fabric left in each batch. Even if there is any fabric left, it will be sealed up and will only be sold after receiving the order from above." Yu Hongying said lightly.

Seeing that Yu Hongying looked unhappy, Zhao Zhenzhu did not continue to ask questions, but talked to Yu Hongying about the price of the scraps of cloth.

"We have plenty of rags in our garment factory. If you want, it's one cent per pound. You can buy as much as you want." Yu Hongying waved her hand and said.

"One cent per pound?" Zhao Zhenzhu exclaimed.

Isn’t this too cheap?

"Why, you think it's too expensive? Yes, it's just some scraps of cloth for burning." Yu Hongying frowned and said, "But one cent per pound is the price I can decide. If it's any cheaper, I'll have to ask Director Wang to sign."

"No need to be cheaper, Sister Yu, I just want to ask if we can pick some out? Some of them are too broken, so I left them behind." Zhao Zhenzhu asked.

"Sure, you can choose whatever you want. I'll call a few workers to help you later..." Yu Hongying waved her hand and said.

"Thank you, Sister Yu." Zhao Zhenzhu was overjoyed.

When Zhao Zhenzhu took out the contract for Yu Hongying to sign, Yu Hongying was stunned.

It's just some scraps of cloth, is it necessary to be so careful? If Zhao Zhenzhu and her friends hadn't planned to buy up all the scraps in the scrap warehouse this time and wanted the next scraps, Yu Hongying would have thought of not charging any money!

However, since Zhao Zhenzhu wanted to sign the contract, Yu Hongying didn't say anything nonsense like "no need to sign".

Yu Hongying signed the contract and stamped it with the official seal of Qingshan County Garment Factory.