Turning to Liu Qing, I asked, "Sister Liu, I wanted to ask when you plan to come back to work?"
Speaking of this, Yang Qingheng touched her nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
It's a bit impolite to urge someone to go back to work right after their child has been discharged from the hospital, but the only people she can rely on are Sister Liu and Sister-in-law Sun.
Liu Qing chuckled, looking quite happy: "Xiao Qi is almost fully recovered, and I can go back to my stall tomorrow."
She hadn't forgotten that she still owed Yang Qingheng a large sum of money, and that her son needed continued nutritional supplements, so she was even more eager than Yang Qingheng to go back to her stall as soon as possible.
"Okay, then I'll give you a big red envelope tomorrow," Yang Qingheng laughed heartily, and said in a consultative tone, "How about you go to the new market in Songshan?"
Liu Qing nodded: "Of course."
She was somewhat touched. Songshan was farther away from here, and there were basically no people who knew her there. It was also safer. Yang Qingheng was making plans for her safety.
Yang Qingheng nodded in satisfaction, then explained some more details to her before leaving.
Hearing from Sister-in-law Sun that she had discovered a shortcut while delivering goods, Yang Qingheng simply followed the direction she was told.
After passing through a grove of trees, a main road came into view, and not far ahead, the fork in the road she had come from could be faintly seen.
Yang Qingheng, however, was drawn to the building next to her.
There's actually a factory here!
After hesitating for a moment, she still went over and saw two workers pulling a cart out, which was filled with scraps of fabric! Yang Qingheng strode forward and stopped the two men, her eyes crinkling as she politely asked, "Uncle, are you going to sell these scraps of fabric from your factory or process them?"
The experienced craftsman sized her up: "Processing? What can you do with such scraps of fabric? You're going to sell them."
Yang Qingheng was secretly delighted, but she managed to suppress the joy on her face: "Can I buy some?"
"Haha, these are all pre-ordered, you can't have them." The uncle waved his hand and was about to leave.
Yang Qingheng quickly followed, took a red envelope out of her bag, and seeing that no one was around, shoved it into his hand: "Uncle, do you have any left? Can you sell me some?"
The two men exchanged a glance, and the one who hadn't spoken earlier beckoned to Yang Qingheng: "Come with me."
The two turned directly into a small side door, and the rusty warehouse door was filled with fabric.
"Hurry up and finish installing, then leave."
Yang Qingheng nodded repeatedly with a beaming smile, but instead of making a move, she negotiated with him: "From now on, when you sell fabric, can you sell me 100 jin of it?"
The man was about to shake his head.
Yang Qingheng added: "Two yuan and fifty cents a pound."
If it sells for one yuan per kilogram in the factory, and he can sell it for two yuan and fifty cents per kilogram, wouldn't he make a profit of one yuan and fifty cents per kilogram?
"Okay," the man readily agreed.
Anyway, the rag factory isn't strictly managed. If he sells a little less to the group leader's relatives, they won't know, the payment will match, and he'll make money. Why not?
Yang Qingheng was delighted and was about to fill the bag when a furious shout came from behind her: "What are you doing!"
The man was shocked: "Team leader, what brings you here?"
Caught red-handed, Yang Qingheng was somewhat embarrassed. She obediently put down the bag in her hand and stared at the strange woman in front of her.
Hopefully, the team leader won't call the police, otherwise she'll not only lose face, but might also end up in jail for a few days.
Buying and selling public property without authorization is no small matter.
"Security guards, could you two please arrest them and take them to the police station?"
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