Factory Director Xu looked at Xing Zhaozhao, his face quickly breaking into a warm smile: "Let's discuss the details of the cooperation, Ms. Xing."
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Factory Director Xu invited Xing Zhaozhao to sit down on the sofa next to him.
Grandpa Xu and Little Xu the vendor immediately followed.
Although Grandpa Xu has retired, he has always been concerned about the development of the textile factory. He heard about the new opportunities from Xiao Xu the vendor and has been keeping them in mind. As soon as he learned that Xiao Xu was bringing someone over, he rushed over immediately. He didn't expect that it would be Xing Zhaozhao who came. This made him more confident about the future cooperation.
Although Xiao Xu, the street vendor, had always looked down on the textile factory, thinking it was declining and had no future, preferring to set up a small stall rather than stay in the factory and wait to die with it, his feelings for the textile factory were actually no less than those for his two elderly parents at home, and he seized every opportunity to work there.
He followed Director Xu and Uncle Xu around like a puppy, and sat down in front of Xing Zhaozhao, his heart full of passion, ready to make a big splash, when suddenly he was hit on the head again.
He clutched his head, angrily turning to look at Director Xu, who had just hit him: "Why did you hit me again?"
"Who else should I hit if not you? Don't you have any sense? Hurry up and pour tea for Miss Xing. Or are you planning to have your grandfather go, or me, or have Miss Xing go by herself?" Director Xu scolded irritably.
Little Xu, the street vendor, choked for a moment, then got up indignantly to pour tea, muttering to himself: "Couldn't they just talk things out? Why did they have to hit me? He'd clearly just been beaten by his grandfather and was taking it out on me. Just wait, one day, he'll take my factory manager position away from me."
Xing Zhaozhao took out the clothing patterns she had prepared beforehand and handed them to Director Xu and Grandpa Xu: "These are our clothing patterns, which have been improved once again. What do you two think?"
Factory Director Xu and Grandpa Xu flipped through the drawings one by one, their faces flushed with excitement, nodding repeatedly and saying, "Good, good, great..." They had already seen one of the finished products through the peddler Xu, and as long as they could make it exactly as it was, they wouldn't have to worry about selling it or making money.
When Xiao Xu, the peddler, returned with the tea, he quickly went over to take a look. He soon noticed a particularly unique design among the patterns of the animal costumes, and his eyes lit up immediately. He looked at Xing Zhaozhao and asked eagerly, "Is this also for us?"
Xing Zhaozhao took a sip of tea and smiled, saying, "If you want it, of course you can. There will be many more similar ones in the future."
Factory Director Xu and Grandpa Xu quickly went over to take a look, and they were both incredibly excited after seeing it.
The three generations of the family huddled together and discussed for a while. Then, Director Xu looked at Xing Zhaozhao seriously, handed her the draft contract he had prepared in advance, and said, "This is the contract I have prepared. Miss Xing, you can take a look. Regarding the profit sharing, I originally planned to give you 30% of the net profit. Now I am willing to increase it by another 10%. If the profit exceeds expectations, we can increase it by another 5%. If Miss Xing thinks there are no problems, we can finalize the contract and sign it."
Xing Zhaozhao flipped through it casually; there were so many words that they made her scalp tingle. This was not something she could handle.
"I'd like to take it back and have someone take a closer look. I'll give you an answer in a couple of days, is that alright?" Xing Zhaozhao asked Factory Director Xu.
Factory Director Xu nodded and said, "Of course, that's fine. Miss Xing can just come and find me when the time comes."
"Okay." Xing Zhaozhao replied, carefully put the contract away, and then got up to say goodbye to Director Xu and the others. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Reluctantly, Xiao Xu, the peddler, turned his gaze away from the stunning designs and looked at Xing Zhaozhao, saying, "I'll give it to you, Sister Xing."
Xing Zhaozhao shook her head and said with a smile, "You guys should get busy first, so that we don't end up signing the contract and then not having time to start work."
Xiao Xu, the street vendor, knew that barring any unforeseen circumstances, their collaboration should be successful.
"Let's just take her to the gate, it won't make a difference if it takes a little more time." Little Xu the vendor said, and still saw Xing Zhaozhao off, adding worriedly, "Do you remember the way back? Those alleyways are hard to remember, but it is indeed the shortest way back."
"I'll walk on any road that's invisible in the mountains, let alone a few bends," Xing Zhaozhao said with a nonchalant smile.
After leaving the textile factory, Xing Zhaozhao retraced the route Xiao Xu had taken her along, while taking out her phone. Since Gao Mingcheng wasn't there to help her, she could only go to her son. Gao Hongfei managed such a large company; she believed he could easily help her review a contract.
When the first call was made, Gao Hongfei didn't answer.
Xing Zhaozhao frowned in surprise: "Huh? This is really unusual." Usually, if she doesn't call them, they will call her. But today, since she's come all the way here and called them, they're all busy.
Xing Zhaozhao was not giving up and called again.
The phone rang for a long time again, and just when Xing Zhaozhao thought it was going to be hung up again, it was suddenly answered.
"Hello? Mom?" Gao Hongfei called out, his voice lowered as if he was having a hard time answering the phone.
"Are you busy at the company? Is it inconvenient for you to answer the phone?" Xing Zhaozhao asked.
"Uh... um..." Gao Hongfei stammered before replying.
Xing Zhaozhao narrowed her eyes slightly. She knew her son's temperament perfectly well. His stammering was obviously a lie.
"You..." Xing Zhaozhao was about to ask for details when she heard a familiar voice shouting angrily from the other end of the phone: "Gao Mingcheng, don't think you can just let this go like this, I'm telling you..."
It sounds like Aunt Ling's voice.
Xing Zhaozhao: "..."
Gao Hongfei: "..."
Both of them fell into a deathly silence.
Xing Zhaozhao chuckled.
Feeling guilty, Gao Hongfei apologized immediately: "I'm sorry, Mom."
"Where are you now?" Xing Zhaozhao asked coldly.
Gao Hongfei paused for a moment, then honestly confessed: "In Qingxi Town."
How did you end up in Qingxi Town?
A hint of doubt flashed through Xing Zhaozhao's mind, and she asked, "Is your dad there too?"
"Mm," Gao Hongfei replied.
"Send a driver to Zhaohong Plaza to pick me up." Xing Zhaozhao's voice was devoid of any warmth, and she hung up the phone immediately after saying that.
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