Xiao Jing's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly straightened up: "No, nothing's wrong. What I mean is that they grew up together and were classmates. They've always had a good relationship and always speak their minds without hiding anything. I think it's great."

Fang Qiao pursed her lips: "Childhood sweethearts, with mutual understanding, that's really nice."

Xiao Jing was stunned.

She wondered if her sister-in-law knew something.

It's all my fault for having such a bad mouth. Why did I have to bring up Tian Tian and Chen Yan, the kind of thing that's hard to talk about?

Fang Qiao stopped talking, and Xiao Jing felt increasingly uncertain.

She didn't dare speak again, afraid that her sister-in-law would ask her again, "Xiaojing, are Tiantian and Chen Yan dating?"

How is she supposed to answer that?

Let's all keep quiet!

We arrived at the garment factory in complete silence.

While Fang Qiao took her older brother and sister-in-law to the warehouse to check out the remaining stock, Xiao Jing quickly slipped away.

Fang Qiao turned a blind eye to this and let her off the hook.

In fact, she knew about Tian Tian and Chen Yan's relationship. Not only her, but Chen Yan's mother, Jiang Ling, also knew about it.

To put it bluntly, after all, they are the children they have raised from infancy, and they can tell what a child is going to do just by looking at her. Parents who are with their children day and night can hardly ignore changes in them, let alone something as big as puppy love.

Both sets of parents felt that the hazy love of youth was the purest and most beautiful. Everyone had been through that age. As equally open-minded parents, they could understand the budding romance of teenagers. So, on the surface, they neither listened nor asked nor stopped them, and simply observed the situation.

It would be even better if it could blossom and bear fruit in the future; even if it only blossoms but doesn't bear fruit, it is still a precious life experience.

Children have their own paths to walk, and they will surely have their own choices in mind. Why should parents interfere and act as the bad guys?

Dong Ping has a good eye; the clothes she chooses are all trendy, high-quality, and best-selling styles. Even if these clothes have flaws, they will still sell well in the market.

Dong Ping selected 300 yuan worth of goods. When she was about to leave the warehouse, she suddenly saw a large woven bag piled up in the corner, and what looked like clothes were vaguely visible inside.

"Little sister, are those clothes in that woven bag too?"

Fang Qiao nodded: "It's clothing, but it wasn't produced in our factory."

"Why is it in our warehouse if it wasn't produced by our factory?" Dong Ping asked, puzzled.

Fang Qiao explained, "I bought a batch of second-hand machines before the New Year. The factory there went bankrupt due to poor management. This bag of clothes is the leftover stock from the factory, which they no longer wanted. The workers brought it over with the machines. The clothes are in good condition, but the styles are a bit outdated, and some have faded a bit over time. Take a look and see if there's anything you like. Take it with you."

"Great!" Dong Ping's eyes lit up. She untied the hemp rope tied to the woven bag and rummaged through it.

As she rummaged through the bag of clothes, she held them up to herself and found that the clothes were indeed as her younger sister had described. The only difference was that the styles were no longer attractive, and the colors had turned a bit yellowish from being stored for a long time. However, the quality was quite good. A few years ago, these would have been considered good clothes that would have cost several yuan in a state-run store.

It's only because the economy has been liberalized and cloth ration coupons are no longer needed to buy clothes, coupled with the fact that all sorts of bright and colorful clothes from the south make these clothes look old-fashioned and dormant, that they have gradually stopped selling.

However, just because they don't sell well in the city doesn't mean they won't sell well in the countryside.

As long as it's cheap enough, the villagers will still scramble to buy it!

Dong Ping saw a business opportunity, stuffed the clothes in her hands into a woven bag, and looked at Fang Qiao with bright eyes: "Little sister, what's the base price of this bag of goods?"

Fang Qiao saw through her thoughts: "Sister-in-law, do you want to sell her?"

Dong Ping nodded: "Yes. Little sister, I've seen it, and all the clothes in this bag are good. It's just that city people are picky and think these clothes are old-fashioned, so they can't be sold in the city. It's different in the countryside; as long as the clothes are cheap and of good quality, they won't look down on them."

Fang Qiao: "Okay, since you've already made up your mind, let's take them all with us."

"How much?"

"It was something I got for free, so why should I charge you? Just take it away."

“That won’t do.” Dong Ping waved her hand: “They said it didn’t cost any money, but it came with the second-hand machine you bought. They might have added the money to the machine itself.”

"Then I'll give you ten yuan."

"Okay, we'll pay you back 150 later."

Looking at the large bag of clothes, Dong Ping knew she had gotten a great deal from her younger sister.

She thought to herself that her younger sister was very loyal, and she couldn't be stingy and miserly anymore.

When she recouped her investment and paid back her younger sister, she would buy her some expensive gifts.

She might not want anything else, but if it's for her child, she definitely can't refuse.