Throughout the journey, Jiang Qiaoqiao kept thinking about her plan to start a garment factory.
In fact, labor was cheap in those days, so the capital required to set up a garment factory was not too much. The biggest cost of setting up a factory was the cost of ordering sewing machines.
"Bei Xiao, how much does a sewing machine cost now?"
When Jiang Qiaoqiao went to the electronics store last time, she saw that they also sold sewing machines, so she casually asked about them.
"A Shanghai brand, 298." Huo Beixiao replied without hesitation, without even asking why she was asking.
But when she got home, she was stunned to see Zhu Dong waiting at the door with a brand-new sewing machine in his arms.
"Little sister-in-law."
After greeting Jiang Qiaoqiao, Zhu Dong turned to Huo Beixiao and said, "Boss Huo, the sewing machine you requested has arrived. I'll help you carry it inside now."
Huo Beixiao nodded. "Move in."
Jiang Qiaoqiao glanced at Zhu Dong busily carrying the sewing machine inside, then looked at Huo Beixiao, "This..."
Huo Beixiao raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "Didn't you ask me about the price of a sewing machine? If you asked, it means you need one, so I had Zhu Dong bring it over for you."
Jiang Qiaoqiao was both amused and exasperated. "I asked you about the price of the sewing machine because I wanted to order a few to start a small garment factory, not for my own use."
Although she herself can operate a sewing machine and make clothes, she doesn't enjoy it.
Relatively speaking, she still prefers doing business.
"How many units do we need?" Huo Beixiao asked.
"Let's order ten units first!" Jiang Qiaoqiao replied.
On her way back, she had already made up her mind: this was now her only shop.
The store cannot sell only clothes made in its own factory for the time being.
Nowadays, people prefer to buy goods from Hong Kong or overseas markets, and goods from Shenzhen are fine, but if it is said to be locally produced, it seems to be of lower quality.
People might think, "If I buy a locally made garment from your store, I might as well buy the fabric myself and have it made by a tailor; that would be cheaper and more cost-effective."
Therefore, she can only invest on a small scale first, observe the market effect, and then adjust accordingly.
"Okay, I'll arrange it." Huo Beixiao nodded, then asked her, "Have you decided where to open the factory?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao: ...
She knew what Huo Beixiao meant by asking that, but she could only tell him the truth: "I haven't decided yet. I just plan to go and see if there are any suitable venues in the next couple of days."
I should have enough money to buy it..."
Before she could finish speaking, Huo Beixiao interrupted her, saying, "There's another warehouse behind the electronics store that's always been empty. You can open your garment factory there."
Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Huo Beixiao, her mouth slightly open, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Huo Beixiao naturally bent down and planted a kiss on her rosy lips. "I've also transferred the electronics store to your name. The profits from the cement factory, besides keeping the necessary working capital, will also be deposited into your account."
Jiang Qiaoqiao: ...
Huo Beixiao cupped her small face in his hands and looked at her earnestly, saying, "Qiaoqiao, you are my wife, what's mine is yours."
But now, even if I give you my money, everything I have, you never spend any of it. I'll think you're cutting ties with me so you can leave me anytime.
Jiang Qiaoqiao saw a pitiful look in the man's eyes once again.
She was about to speak.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside, along with Yang Jianguo's panting voice, "Beixiao, could you please drive me back to my hometown?"
Seeing Yang Jianguo's appearance, Jiang Qiaoqiao instinctively asked, "Brother, is something wrong?"
Her concern was whether any safety accidents might occur during the construction of the duck farm's sheds.
Seeing her nervous expression, Yang Jianguo hesitated for a moment before softening his tone and saying, "It's nothing, it's just that Dad has disappeared."
Jiang Qiaoqiao frowned. "Where did Dad go?"
Yang Minghui has a typical rural elderly mindset; what he values most is his small plot of land and livestock such as chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs.
Building a duck-raising shed at home is a major event for Yang Minghui.
Yang Minghui not only stays at the duck farm every day, but also works alongside the hired workers.
He would never let anything else delay the construction of the duck-raising shed.
If Yang Minghui is missing, it's likely that something happened to him, rather than that he simply ran off somewhere else on his own.
Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't think much of it and pulled Huo Beixiao into the car, saying, "Brother, I'll go with you."
Just as Huo Beixiao was about to start the car, he saw Xu Yizhou quicken his pace and run over. "Boss Huo, sister-in-law, are you going out?"
Here is a letter for my sister-in-law.
As Xu Yizhou spoke, he handed a letter to Jiang Qiaoqiao through the car window.
Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at the letter and found it strange. Everyone she knew was in Yun County, so who would write to her?
When she opened the letter and saw the words on it, her hand trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing her like this, Yang Jianguo went closer.
When Yang Jianguo saw the words on the paper clearly, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"They want us to pay 200,000 to ransom Dad?"
After saying that, Yang Jianguo collapsed like a deflated balloon, clutching his head and tearing at his hair in anguish. "Two hundred thousand! Where are we going to get so much money?!"
If the other party wants 20,000 yuan, he can scrape together the money even if he has to sell everything he owns.
Two hundred thousand? What's the difference between that and an astronomical figure?
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