In about half an hour, several nimble women packed up seven hundred sets of clothes, and Uncle Zhang and a few taller women helped carry them onto the back of Wang Jun's truck.
Wang Jun had already come out to the workshop entrance and was standing next to his small truck, helping to load it!
"Miss Zhang, two hundred sets of men's clothing and five hundred sets of women's clothing, totaling forty thousand yuan!" Wang Jun took out four stacks of money from his black briefcase and handed them to Zhang Xiaolan, not caring that there were many people watching at the door, because he was in a hurry to go back.
He glanced at his watch; it was already 3:30 PM. He still had seven or eight hours to drive, and he hoped to get back to the provincial capital before midnight.
He withdrew the money yesterday when he went back to the county town.
"Okay, thank you, Brother Jun, it's a pleasure to cooperate!" Zhang Xiaolan excitedly took the money with both hands, stared at it intently for a moment, and then began to carefully count it. Unlike Chen Xihua, who didn't count the money and dared to put it directly into her crossbody bag, she was different.
Grandpa reminded her to bring her schoolbag this morning when she left home. Grandpa didn't come to the workshop this afternoon. He and Little Sister Wu had the same idea: she had to complete this collaboration by herself.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaolan had confirmed that there were no problems with the money, Wang Jun smiled with satisfaction and said, "It's been a pleasure doing business with you. By the end of the month, your workshop should still have several hundred sets left, right? I should come back again at the end of the month!"
Then, he handed over a business card, saying, "This is the phone number for our department store's purchasing department, Ms. Zhang. Could you please also give me your phone number?"
“Okay, Brother Jun, wait a moment, I’ll write it down for you right away! This is the phone number for the village chief’s office in Zhangjia Village. You can find our workshop anytime!” Zhang Xiaolan took a piece of paper from her bag and wrote down the village’s phone number.
Zhang Xiaolan knew the village's phone number by heart; it was the first telephone installed in the village when her grandfather was the village chief.
"Miss Zhang, I'll be going now!" Wang Jun raised his right hand again and checked the time.
"Mr. Wang, please drive carefully. You made an appointment with Miss Wu to buy her woven bags, right? She said you can just wait for her at the intersection outside our village, in the suburbs."
At this moment, Grandpa Zhang also arrived at the workshop entrance.
"Okay, Grandpa Zhang! Thank you!" Wang Jun greeted Grandpa Zhang with a smile and a nod, then opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and drove away without stopping for even a quarter of an hour.
Just now, at Grandpa Zhang's house, Chen Xihua and Grandpa Zhang talked for about twenty minutes. They both mentioned the same thing: they still want to open their own brand store in the provincial capital of the South Province.
Chen Xihua and Chen Jinhua arrived at three o'clock. As soon as they entered the house, they heard Grandpa Zhang say that Wang Jun had come to see the workshop yesterday and was interested. However, Wang Jun was shrewd and tactful and did not show it. But Grandpa Zhang still guessed a little bit about it.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Chen Xihua also believes that if he wants to expand his brand, he should open stores, and the sooner the better.
Then she and Grandpa Zhang discussed and decided to find a trustworthy person who had worked outside the area before to help open the store!
Grandpa Zhang suggested that he look in Zhangjia Village first, while Chen Xihua said that they would see if there were any suitable people in the county.
We'll finalize the selection by the end of August, and then open a store in the provincial capital before National Day in October, just in time for the holiday.
If a suitable candidate cannot be found, send Zhang Xiaolan out first, with Uncle Zhang San accompanying her. The workshop gatekeeper can be replaced by someone else. Grandpa Zhang said that Zhang Anmin is a trustworthy person and has served in the army, so this is not his first time traveling far from home.
After discussing the matter, Chen Xihua and Chen Jinhua rode their bicycles back to the county.
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At this moment, in the main room of Fanghua Clothing Workshop
"Xiao Lan, well done!" After seeing Wang Jun off, Zhang Xiao Lan and Grandpa Zhang went inside.
Grandpa Zhang's face was a little aged, but he smiled happily. His face was full of wrinkles, somewhat like a blooming chrysanthemum, but very kind. He looked at his granddaughter with satisfaction.
"Grandpa, I'm going to find Little Sister Wu first!" Zhang Xiaolan felt a little embarrassed by her grandfather's words. Since the aunts and sisters-in-law in the courtyard were also there, she made an excuse to go find Chen Xihua.
Zhang Xiaolan blushed and shyly walked out of the workshop. She really needed to find Xiao Wu and take the money with her. She didn't feel comfortable leaving so much money at home with her.
"Haha, Xiaolan, don't be shy!" Some of the aunties in the yard laughed at her.
"Alright, alright, everyone go inside and get to work!" said one of the older women.
These seamstresses are now relieved and no longer worried about not getting paid. Before this, many of them were filled with anxiety.
This workshop is located in their own village, and the owner has never even seen it. If they don't get paid in the end, won't they have worked for nothing?
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Around 4:10 PM, at the intersection of the suburban road in the western district of the county.
Chen Xihua and Chen Jinhua first rushed back to the county by bicycle, and then came back with a large sack containing sixty woven bags of two different styles.
Less than two minutes later, Wang Jun drove his small truck to the suburban intersection and saw Chen's fifth daughter and her companion waiting there. He then slowly stopped the truck.
Then, Wang Jun, briefcase in hand, opened the car door and jumped out. "Miss Wu, Miss Chen, you've arrived!"
"Brother Jun, you've had a good haul!" Chen Xihua noticed that Wang Jun was humming a song and his steps were light as he got out of the car, so she knew he was in a good mood!
"It's alright, thank you for introducing me to business, Miss Wu!"
"Here, four thousand yuan. Your bag cost three thousand nine hundred yuan, so this extra hundred is my way of thanking you and repaying you! Consider it a meal for you. I have to go back to the provincial capital now, so the timing is inconvenient."
Wang Jun first generously took out the money and handed it to Chen Xihua. Then, he only opened the sack, glanced at the bag, and put it on the truck bed.
"Thank you, Brother Jun! But you don't need the extra hundred. I'll only take three thousand nine. You can take this hundred back. You can treat me to dinner again sometime!" Chen Xihua took out a bill, stepped forward, quickly stuffed it into Wang Jun's hand, and then ran away.
Chen Xihua thought that it would be very bad if Wang Jun found out that she was doing business and still needed to be repaid by others.
"Xiao Wu, wait for me!" Chen Jinhua reacted quickly; seeing Xiao Wu run, she followed closely, but still lagged behind by about ten meters. "Why are you running so fast?"
Chen Xihua had already run to the tree by the roadside, next to the bicycle, and looked at her second sister speechlessly, "Second sister, aren't you hot? The sun is shining, let's go back quickly!"
Actually, she didn't want to get into a fuss with Wang Jun over a hundred yuan, making things awkward for both of them.
Wang Jun glanced at the hundred-yuan note that had been shoved back into his hand, waved it around, and looked at the two sisters who were running away as fast as they could. He was a little helpless and amused, and shouted, "Little Wu, you're too kind! I'll treat you to a meal next time!"
"Brother Jun, you don't need to be so polite. Just give me whatever you want! If you're treating me to a meal, even a ten-thousand-yuan feast, I'll go. But if you give me a hundred yuan for no reason, I won't accept it!" Chen Xihua, already sitting on the back of the bicycle, raised her voice and replied.
Wang Jun also got into the car, shook his head and smiled, muttering, "Heh, Miss Wu is quite principled!"
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