When Chen Jing returned, he learned that Ji Xia and two colleagues were searching for sources of goods everywhere, so he patted his chest and said that he would take care of it.
I took her to the county town early this morning.
Manager Qian of the textile factory was a middle-aged man in his forties. He took Chen Jing's cigarette and readily led them around the warehouse.
The textile factory's warehouse spans several thousand square meters, with rows of shelves taller than a person neatly stacked with all kinds of fabrics. Judging by the color and fabric number, there are at least tens of thousands of styles.
Ji Xia was astonished. This was a large factory supplying several cities and provinces, with each color number starting at three or four figures. How could she, with her small processing workshop, be qualified to select products here?
With a smile, they asked Manager Qian if there were any leftover stock to choose from. Manager Qian didn't make things difficult and led them to a warehouse of leftover stock.
Even the leftover stock comes in thousands of different fabric colors and patterns. Of course, most of the colors are black, blue, and gray, with some bright colors mixed in, making them extremely eye-catching.
Because these are end-of-season stock items, the quantities vary, ranging from dozens to only three to five horses. Some items have minor defects, and the prices are relatively cheap.
Ji Xia was very happy, as these met her requirements perfectly; she only needed one or two bolts of each color.
After flipping through more than a dozen shades, she asked with a fawning smile, "Manager Qian, is there a minimum order amount for these?"
Manager Qian nodded: "Of course, our orders are usually over 500 horsepower. However, if you're picking out all the leftover stock, I can give you a lower price, at least 100 horsepower."
"Minimum one hundred horses?"
"Of course, we are a factory. How could we possibly offer wholesale prices for just ten or eight horses? It would be difficult for us to write the invoices."
Ji Xia's smile froze. A horse is about thirty feet long, and even the lowest quality one costs at least thirty-five feet.
However, those prices were for black, blue, and gray fabrics. Brightly colored fabrics were at least 30% more expensive, and even the worst quality fabrics with defects cost 45.
The several styles she picked out cost about eighty yuan per bolt of fabric.
Based on this calculation, one hundred horses would cost at least six thousand yuan.
Ji Xia touched the six hundred yuan in her pocket and gave Chen Jing a troubled look.
Admittedly, the clothes Ji Xia made in collaboration with several friends over the past two weeks have been quite profitable.
She ships five to seven sets a day, with prices ranging from thirteen to sixteen yuan, and she also gets a one-third commission from the sales.
However, in half a month, the total shipment was only 1,460, while the cost of the fabric had reached 580 yuan.
Besides the fabric, Sun Xiaoyu and He Qiuying were paid 300 yuan in wages and commissions. Her profit was about 580 yuan, plus the supply and marketing cooperative's commission of 90 yuan, for a total of 670 yuan.
Earning 670 yuan in half a month, which is more than an average person's annual salary, has already attracted a lot of envy.
Even so, six hundred yuan could only buy about ten bolts of cloth, which was also her original plan.
Even if she sold all her collections, she wouldn't get six thousand yuan from a hundred bolts of cloth.
Chen Jing was a very reliable man. He knew Ji Xia's financial situation very well. Upon hearing this, he chuckled and put his arm around Manager Qian, leading him to the side. While giving Manager Qian a red envelope, he pleaded for her in a humble voice.
A dozen minutes later, Chen Jing returned with Manager Qian.
He chuckled heartily: "Fifty horses at the very least. Pick them out and put them aside. Pay a deposit first, and we'll take them away once we've raised the rest of the money within three days."
Fifty horses is not a small number, and it costs about three thousand yuan.
Ji Xia was about to discuss it with Chen Jing when Chen Jing winked at her and praised Manager Qian with a face full of gratitude.
Ji Xia gave a wry smile. This big company hadn't questioned her employer or asked for proof; offering fifty horses privately was already a huge favor.
Chen Jing told her a few days ago that she had more than a thousand yuan on her hands, and she would go back and ask her second brother for help. She should be able to raise about a thousand yuan.
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, she tried to select the cheapest, slightly inferior items, and also picked out some thicker fabrics to make autumn coats.
The final total amount was 3,125 yuan.
Ji Xia paid a deposit of five hundred yuan, carefully kept the receipt, and thanked Manager Qian with great gratitude before the two left the textile factory.
After leaving the factory, Chen Jing squeezed her hand and whispered to comfort her, "I have 1,800 yuan on me. If I ask someone to help me out, I can easily scrape together another 1,000 yuan."
Ji Xia felt a little relieved upon hearing this, and turned back to him with a sweet smile: "Lend me 1,800 first, and I'll ask my second brother for another 800. He's been driving a truck for two years, so 800 shouldn't be difficult for him."
"In that case, there's no need to worry. Let's go to the state-run restaurant for lunch first."
Ji Xia glanced at her watch and declined; she still had to get back to the supply and marketing cooperative before noon.
Chen Jing had no choice but to give up. The two bought six meat buns and two bottles of soda, and took the fastest bus back to the commune.
An hour later, Ji Xia and Chen Jing walked out of the station side by side and ran into Lin Haodong, who was dizzy and had tried to borrow money everywhere but to no avail.
Lin Haodong witnessed the coldness of human nature early in the morning, but he couldn't borrow a single penny. He was secretly resentful and used the last bit of money he had to buy a piece of stationery and an envelope to write a letter of denunciation.
Just as he was about to deliver the package, he saw Ji Xia and Chen Jing walking out of the station side by side.
The two walked side by side, occasionally turning a corner. Chen Jing's hand would intentionally or unintentionally grasp Ji Xia's small hand, and their eyes would linger on each other, like lovers deeply in love.
Lin Haodong felt a sense of satisfaction again. Less than a month after the annulment of the engagement, the two of them were actually together. He was so short of a man that he immediately found one after the annulment.
He stared at them menacingly for a long time before taking a few steps to block their path.
"What are you doing?"
When Chen Jing saw someone rushing towards them, he instinctively pulled Ji Xia behind him and shielded her with his own body.
"Lin Haodong, is that you? Why are you rushing over here for no reason? Are you crazy?"
Only then did he realize it was Lin Haodong, and he couldn't help but shout angrily.
Ji Xia peeked out from behind Chen Jing and gave Lin Haodong a suspicious look.
A newlywed groom should be full of vigor and high spirits.
But Lin Haodong looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, like a middle-aged man who had stayed up all night and was mentally exhausted.
Has Liu Pianran drained his life force?
Thinking of this, Ji Xia's eyes flashed with a faint coldness, and she smiled curiously at Lin Haodong: "Lin Haodong, why aren't you with Liu Zhiqing at this time? What are you doing here?"
Lin Haodong stared intently at the two intimate figures, his eyes fixed on their tightly intertwined fingers, his face ashen.
Suppressing his resentment, Lin Haodong whispered, "Ji Xia, my mother's old illness relapsed last night and she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. She urgently needs to pay the bills. Can you lend me ten yuan? I'll earn the money and pay you back as soon as I get back to school."
"Did your old ailment flare up at night and send you to the hospital?"
Ji Xia was surprised, and suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.
In her previous life, Ji Xia married Lin Haodong. Every night when the two wanted to be intimate, Lin's mother would fall ill.
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