"What's wrong?"
Zhou Qiqi walked expressionlessly to the bedside, leaned down towards Shen Huaichuan, and then—
She took her handbag from the bedside, blushing, and said, "I forgot my bag."
Then they fled the scene as if they were escaping.
Twenty minutes later, she appeared at the entrance of the First Garment Factory.
Qin Lei was driving a military vehicle. Zhou Qiqi didn't want too many people to know that she was a military wife, so she asked him to stop far away at the intersection and walked in herself.
Deputy Factory Director Zhang Guoqiang was waiting at the main gate. He came up to us from afar, rubbed his palms on his trouser leg, and greeted us warmly while shaking hands.
"Comrade Zhou, you've finally arrived."
He was much more anxious than Zhou Qiqi when it came to signing the contract.
After all, every time I open my eyes, I can think about all that inventory piling up in the warehouse, and how we're losing money every minute.
It just so happened that the Light Industry Bureau took a lot of time to approve it; otherwise, he would have invited Zhou Qiqi over long ago.
Upon arriving at the office, he immediately handed over the contract and then poured Zhou Qiqi a cup of tea.
This time, he specially went to the grocery store to buy black tea, and also cut a few slices of apple and pear into it.
This was something he learned from his cousin, Zou Qianqian. If he couldn't afford high-end tea, he would offer more variety, because he couldn't possibly neglect Zhou Qiqi, his honored guest.
Zhou Qiqi held her teacup, her fingertips tracing the rim as she carefully examined the contract line by line.
The contents of the contract were similar to what the two had said before. Zhou Qiqi would design and modify the clothes in stock as a technical instructor in the factory. She would not receive a salary, but if the clothes were sold and made a profit, she would receive 15% of the profit.
Conversely, if the goods don't sell, Zhou Qiqi will lose 30% of the inventory costs.
Seeing that Zhou Qiqi had already read to the last page, Zhang Guoqiang's hand holding the contract trembled slightly as he asked.
"Comrade Zhou, please take a close look. If there are no problems, let's sign it now."
"There shouldn't be any major problems."
Zhou Qiqi chuckled, tapped the contract with her fingertips, and suddenly looked up, her eyes clear and bright.
"But I can't sign now."
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