"Sister, I was wrong," He Bo said pitifully, raising his head.

Seeing that He Bo was listening attentively, Zhao Zhenzhu smiled with satisfaction.

He Bo listened attentively, and Zhao Zhenzhu was also willing to share more of her life experiences.

"Xiao Bo, go to the county town the day after tomorrow and talk to your friend's aunt to see if you can get a long-term contract for their garment factory's scrap materials. If so, write a contract and have the factory stamp it with their official seal," Zhao Zhenzhu said.

"Huh? We need to sign a contract?" He Bo felt a little apprehensive.

Contracts sound very sophisticated, and He Bo had never seen one before.

“We definitely need to sign a contract; only a written agreement is reliable. People’s hearts are complicated; there are countless people who will go back on their word for profit. Otherwise, once we make money, we definitely won’t get any of the scraps of fabric from the garment factory.” Zhao Zhenzhu thought He Bo was finding it troublesome, so she couldn’t help but ramble on for a bit.

"Sister, I understand. I'll go to the county town this afternoon!" He Bo nodded and said.

He Bo felt that everything Zhao Zhenzhu said made sense.

The scraps of cloth were free; Yu Hongying could simply refuse to give them to her one day.

As for the contract, if he doesn't know how, he can ask Liangzi for help!

Liangzi has several capable relatives who definitely know about this stuff.

“No need to rush, go the day after tomorrow. In the next couple of days, I’ll find someone to process these scraps of cloth into hair ties. You can take them with you when you go to the county town the day after tomorrow. Remember, you need to sign a contract with the garment factory before you take the hair ties out to sell.” Zhao Zhenzhu stopped the anxious He Bo.

When discussing business, you can't rush things.

For many years, the scraps of fabric from the garment factory have been used to power boilers.

As long as Zhao Zhenzhu and her team keep things confidential, nothing will change in two days.

He Bo had just brought back a bag of scraps of fabric from the garment factory this morning, and this afternoon he rushed off to talk business with Yu Hongying. What if the garment factory suspected that their scraps of fabric had become a hot commodity? They definitely wouldn't sell it.

"Look at me, I'm so confused." After hearing Zhao Zhenzhu's explanation, He Bo couldn't help but slap his forehead.

He Bo admired Zhao Zhenzhu for her thoughtfulness and for considering things from three steps ahead, unlike him who only saw what was in front of him.

"Sister, could you come to the county town with me the day after tomorrow? I've never dealt with that contract before, and I don't know how to proceed. Also, I'm not sure how much the scraps of cloth should cost." He Bo looked at Zhao Zhenzhu expectantly.

He Bo felt that Zhao Zhenzhu should understand the contract.

If that's the case, why should he bother asking Liangzi? Although Liangzi is reliable, he has too many family members, and with so many people talking, if word gets out, it will affect his future earning potential.

“Okay, I’ll go with you the day after tomorrow morning.” Zhao Zhenzhu thought for a moment and agreed.

Zhao Zhenzhu mainly wanted to find out what kind of fabrics the clothing factory used to produce each year.

If most of the fabrics are thick materials like corduroy or wool, then there's no need to discuss long-term supply. For small accessories like hair ties and hair accessories, lightweight and breathable fabrics are needed to make them look nice.

If the garment factory has suitable fabric, Zhao Zhenzhu plans to set up shop immediately and get things done as soon as possible.

As long as the raw materials are good and cheap enough, they can sell hair ties all over the country!

After He Bo left, Zhao Zhenzhu looked at the pile of scraps of cloth that she could use, and an idea had already formed in her mind.

Zhao Zhenzhu decided to make a batch of large intestine rings first, and save the more complicated designs for later.

Making large intestine rings is very simple; Zhao Zhenzhu can make four or five hundred a day by herself.

Zhao Zhenzhu planned to give one cent as a fee for each piece of work.

A diligent person can earn four or five yuan a day.

Don't underestimate these four or five yuan.

Zhao Tianyu is the deputy director of the supply and marketing cooperative, and his monthly salary is only a little over forty yuan. That's just over one yuan a day.

This price is already quite good.

Zhao Zhenzhu selected several neighbors who had sewing machines at home, were usually meticulous and conscientious, and didn't like to talk too much, to help her make hair ties.

Among them were Little Fatty's mother from next door and Aunt Zhang's sister-in-law from her maternal family.

After visiting Zhao Zhenzhu's house, the group of people happily took the raw materials home and went to work.

Zhao Zhenzhu said that as long as the hair ties they made were up to standard, they would be paid daily.

Earning four or five yuan a day from home—who wouldn't want that?

Zhao Zhenzhu said that she would keep it a secret, and everyone readily agreed.

Such a good thing, if we tell others, what if someone tries to steal our job? We can't tell, we absolutely can't tell.

Zhao Zhenzhu was surprised that in just two days, several middle-aged women made more than 8,000 hair ties.

The aunties are so hardworking.

To earn more money, he sat in front of the sewing machine all day without even lifting his head, working until one or two in the morning before going to sleep, and getting up at six or seven in the morning.

Some quick-witted individuals even have their family members help with auxiliary tasks such as cutting.

One person takes on the work, and two or three family members help! How could they not work quickly?

Even He Bo's grandmother, Granny Hua, wears reading glasses and sews hair ties by hand.

Grandma Hua's needlework is excellent; her stitches are neat and meticulous. The hair ties she sews by hand are indistinguishable in quality from those made by a sewing machine.

Yu Hongying had a very good impression of He Bo.

The security guard called in to ask, and then let us in.

He Bo led Zhao Zhenzhu toward Yu Hongying's office.

Yu Hongying was already waiting at the door.

"Xiao He, is there something you need?" Yu Hongying asked with a smile.

"Auntie, this is my sister Zhao Zhenzhu. We'd like to talk to you about buying scraps of cloth." He Bo introduced Zhao Zhenzhu and Yu Hongying and then explained their purpose.

"Comrade Zhao, your outfit is really nice. Where did you buy it?" Yu Hongying looked Zhao Zhenzhu up and down and said.

Today, Zhao Zhenzhu wore a white square-neck ruffled shirt with small black dots, a beige knitted cardigan, black wide-leg pants, and black mid-heel leather shoes. Her jet-black hair was braided into a loose plait and hung down her back. She looked fashionable and young.

"Comrade Yu, I made my own shirt and pants, and my brother bought the jacket for me a few days ago when he went on a business trip to Baiyun City," Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.

The clothes and pants were made by Zhao Zhenzhu herself in the past two days when she had some free time.

There was no other way; Zhao Zhenzhu's clothes used to be too rustic and old.

Even though Zhao Zhenzhu is quite beautiful, she looked like a nanny in those clothes.

Dressed like that to come to the county town to discuss business with Yu Hongying? Don't be ridiculous, Zhao Zhenzhu can't get past her own conscience.

First impressions are important at all times.

"Is this shirt made of chiffon? I don't think we can buy it in Qingshan County." Yu Hongying glanced at Zhao Zhenzhu's shirt again, her eyes full of envy.

In those days, chiffon fabric was only available in big cities. In the department store in Qingshan Town, the only fabrics available for making shirts in the summer were cotton and polyester.