Yun Mian was reborn in the 1980s, becoming a helpless little orphan. Fortunately, her dad brought her home, and her grandparents doted on her like the apple of their eye.
Her grandma pointed ...
The four of them accepted the invitation and walked into the office.
"Are you here to buy dolls?"
Sitting in the office was a man in his forties, of medium build, with a crew cut and wearing a military green dacron shirt.
The man was leaning over the desk, writing furiously with a pen in his hand. When he heard footsteps, he looked up at the door and saw four unfamiliar faces, two of whom were children. He thought they were here to purchase.
"The sales department is on the first floor. Go directly to the sales department and find Manager Yang."
The man gave instructions, then looked away and continued writing furiously.
Yun Yongcheng: "Comrade, we are not here to purchase. My daughter wants to talk to you...about business."
After looking down at Yun Mian, Yun Yongcheng explained his purpose with difficulty.
"Your daughter?"
The factory director put down his pen, raised his head again, stared at Yun Yongcheng for a few seconds, then moved his gaze to Yun Mian, looking at her with complicated eyes.
"Just this little girl?"
Yun Yongcheng maintained an awkward smile.
"Yes."
The factory director looked slightly annoyed: "Comrade, you are here to make fun of me."
Although a little annoyed, the factory manager was still in a good mood. He pointed at the door and said politely, "I still have work to do. Please leave as soon as possible."
"Uncle Factory Director, we are not here to cause trouble."
Yun Mian's face was serious, and she spoke in a baby voice, "I really came to discuss business with you. I bought dolls produced by Qiqi Doll Factory, but the styles and craftsmanship of the dolls produced by your factory are not up to par."
Hearing a little girl speaking in such a loud and serious tone, the factory director put away the annoyance on his face.
"You little girl, you're not very old, but you're talking in such a big tone. My family owns one of the best puppet factories in Xiushui County, and you, a little girl, actually said that the style and craftsmanship of my puppets are not good enough. Little girl, why don't you explain it in detail? I'm listening."
Yun Mian let go of Yun Yongcheng's hand and walked to the factory director's desk.
She was half a head taller than the factory director's desk. In order to highlight her dominance, she stood on tiptoe to look the factory director in the eye.
"Uncle Factory Manager, can you lend me a piece of white paper and a pencil?"
The factory director generously handed her a piece of white paper and an elephant-skin pencil.
"Thank you, Uncle Director."
Yun Mian took the white paper and pencil, and began to draw seriously on the factory director's desk.
The factory director stared at her chubby little hand holding the pencil.
Ten minutes later, Yunmian finished the drawing, put down the pencil, and turned the drawing over to show the factory director.
"Uncle Factory Director, this is the puppet drawing I drew. Do you think it looks good?"
The adults in the room stared at the drawings on the table in amazement.
First, I was shocked by Yunmian's painting skills, and then I was shocked by the puppet design she drew.
This little girl hasn't even started learning yet, but her painting skills are so good, and the puppet drawings she made are so cute and beautiful.
"Little girl, are you going to sell this drawing?"
The factory director had a keen eye and immediately fell in love with Yunmian's painting.
Yunmian came to the Qiqi Puppet Factory today to sell her drawings. When the factory director asked her, she quickly nodded and said, "Yes, I'll sell you 80 yuan each. I can also draw other styles. If the factory director needs them, I can draw a few more."
In her previous life, Yunmian would receive a different stuffed doll from her parents and grandparents every year on her birthday. Her mother also forced her to learn sketching for a few years, so drawing dolls was easy for her.
"Is this... so expensive?"