"What's wrong? It hasn't been long, and it's already unclear again?"
Wang Dahai's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat poured down his face.
He didn't expect Zhang Guoqiang to remember it so clearly and even point it out to his face.
"Director Zhang! Brother Zhang! That...that was all a misunderstanding! I was blind to your greatness! I was so arrogant!"
Wang Dahai disregarded his pride and begged for mercy after a series of victories, adopting an extremely humble attitude.
"Please don't hold it against me! In this market, only your factory's products matter! Please help me out! I promise I'll be your factory's most loyal partner from now on! Everything will be fine!"
He knew perfectly well that the First Garment Factory had met a benefactor. With such a talented designer, it would definitely hold a significant position in China's garment industry in the future.
This sweater dress is just the beginning; there will definitely be more hit items to come.
He had to find a way to get on this "money tree," otherwise he wouldn't be able to do business in Huacheng anymore.
Seeing the once arrogant Wang Dahai bowing and scraping before him, Zhang Guoqiang finally let out the pent-up frustration that had been building up inside him for half a year.
"Boss Wang."
Zhang Guoqiang stood up, his tone calm.
"We have goods in demand from various factories. Our factory allocates them fairly according to the order of priority and contract terms. If you want the goods, you can register and get on the waiting list at the sales department. As for... whether you can get priority..."
He picked up the production schedule on the table and shook it; it was covered with orders.
"That depends on whether the dozens of people ahead of you in line agree. We are a state-owned factory, we have to follow the rules, we can't do whatever we want."
Wang Dahai immediately understood that he wasn't getting a share.
By the time it's his turn, the sweater dresses will all be out of season, who would still wear them?
Her face flushed red and then turned pale, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence. In the end, she could only slink away with the pastries.
Filled with anger and frustration, Wang Dahai walked out of the gate of the No. 1 Garment Factory dejectedly, cursing Zhang Guoqiang and Zhou Qiqi countless times in his mind.
Just as I turned the corner around the factory perimeter wall, I almost bumped into someone.
"Hey! Who's there who can't watch where they're going..."
Wang Dahai looked up irritably, and after recognizing the person, he forced a smile.
"Oh, Director Qiu? You've come to pay your respects too?"
The visitor was Qiu Fengxian, the factory director of the Third Garment Factory.
His complexion was no better than Wang Dahai's; his usually aloof face was now so gloomy it looked like it could be wrung out of water.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was filled with resentment and bitterness.
The bustling scene at the entrance of the First Garment Factory stung his eyes like needles.
"Pay homage to a powerful faction? Humph!"
Qiu Fengxian snorted coldly, his tone sour.
"I, Qiu Fengxian, am not so low as to lick Zhang Guoqiang's shoes! I'm just here to watch the show..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Dahai immediately sensed a shared plight.
He rolled his eyes, leaned closer, and lowered his voice.
"Director Qiu, look at the mess this has made! If it weren't for Zhang Guoqiang interfering, this cash cow should have belonged to your Third Garment Factory! I heard that Zhou Qiqi initially approached your factory!"
These words struck Qiu Fengxian's sore spot precisely.
"Hmph, just a petty person who has gotten his way!"
Qiu Fengxian said bitterly, completely forgetting his own arrogant attitude back then. He was not only arrogant, but also unwilling to budge on the profit sharing. He thought that a little girl like her could cause any trouble.
And what happened? Zhang Guoqiang turned around and signed the contract!
He stubbornly insisted.
"Zhang Guoqiang got lucky! If he hadn't been so persistent in pestering Zhou Qiqi and offering such outrageous conditions, I would be the one living the good life now! Bah! I think he's the one who got lucky!"
Wang Dahai curled his lip.
"Even a stroke of luck is still luck! You didn't see it, but the orders in Director Zhang's hands are like snowflakes, it's practically 'unprecedented wealth'! I think this No. 1 Garment Factory is destined for great success!"
The flames of jealousy in Qiu Fengxian's eyes burned even brighter.
He gritted his teeth and suddenly grabbed Wang Dahai's arm.
"Boss Wang, don't be discouraged! His No. 1 Garment Factory is all about that sweater dress, isn't it? Do you really think it's something special?"
Wang Dahai was taken aback: "Director Qiu, what...do you mean by that?"
Qiu Fengxian looked around and, seeing that no one was around, revealed a smug and sinister smile on his face, and whispered.
"Come with me! I'll show you something!"
Qiu Fengxian took Wang Dahai directly back to the Third Garment Factory.
Upon entering the factory area, the scene was quite different from the bustling activity at the First Garment Factory. It was rather quiet here, with only a few workshops emitting a faint sound of machinery.
Qiu Fengxian led Wang Dahai directly to his office, then mysteriously took out several blueprints from his drawer and slammed them on the table.
"Boss Wang, look! What's this?"
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