"School uniforms? Will these schools accept them so easily?" Song Dandan frowned slightly. Although she came from a different time and space and found many things here novel, she still had doubts about the prices and consumption concepts in the 1980s, especially about new things like school uniforms. Could they really be accepted by the public?
"There are still people who can't afford it, right?" Song Dandan's tone revealed a hint of uncertainty. She is well aware of the economic constraints in this era and is worried that school uniforms will become a burden for some families.
Song Jiao shook her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with confidence. "Ordinary material is enough. It doesn't matter if we make a little less profit. The key is the large quantity. Moreover, the school uniform can be adjusted at any time according to your body shape. After making a large size, the excess part can be cleverly hidden. As long as the price is not too expensive, I believe many people will be willing to buy it."
"Especially those key high schools, the students there are either rich or noble. Even if a family cannot afford it, the school can step in to solve the problem. In this way, the problem is solved." Song Jiao further explained.
"As for schools with poorer economic conditions, we can also consider donating a batch of school uniforms, which will not only solve their problems but also enhance our brand image."
Song Dandan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. She knew school uniforms were always popular, but she had never imagined they could be promoted in this way. "Is this really possible?" Her original plan was to sell high-end clothing to the wealthy, but Song Jiao's suggestion opened her eyes to a wider market.
"Why not? We only need half the factory's production capacity, and at the same time we can provide a large number of jobs. It is also a good thing for the country. They should be happy to support it." Song Jiao has a deep understanding of the current social environment.
Song Dandan pondered for a moment and finally nodded, "Okay, I understand. I will arrange someone to talk to the school." There was a hint of determination in her words, and she was obviously attracted by this plan.
Changing the subject, Song Dandan asked with concern: "Now that you come to the city, don't your parents care about you?" She remembered that Song Jiao's family background was not simple.
Song Jiao's expression became indifferent, "We have severed the relationship, otherwise I would not come to you." Her tone was calm, but it concealed an unknown bitterness.
After the two finished their conversation, Song Jiao returned to her simple rental house, her heart full of longing for the future, waiting for the start of the new semester.
Meanwhile, Tang Zhe was filled with mixed emotions upon learning that Song Jiao had truly severed ties with the Tang family. He wanted to blame his father for being too impulsive, but since things had come to this, he could only accept it.
Old Mrs. Tang was overjoyed, feeling that the family had finally gotten rid of a "money-loser." She specially cooked several delicious dishes and celebrated, saying, "The money-loser is finally gone. Let her starve to death! Let's see if she dares to act tyrannically again!"
Tang's father snorted coldly with a smug smile on his face, "Hmph, without me, does she really think she can live a worry-free life after leaving?" He was obviously very satisfied with Song Jiao's departure.
Only Tang's mother remained silent, her eyes were complicated, as if she was thinking about something.
Looking at his mother, Tang Zhe's eyes revealed a hint of doubt, but he did not express the doubt in his heart.
In the novels I read before, Tang You was just a "tool man" in the family, responsible for executing orders. Doesn't he need to think too much?
Why did he feel deprived of everything now? Why had the stepping stone changed?
"Why on earth is this happening?" he muttered to himself. "Why are those books I read so different from the reality right now? Don't those books say that as long as you follow the plot, everything will go smoothly?"
This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, as if he had eaten a mouthful of shit.
He couldn't stand this kind of fate anymore. It seemed that he couldn't continue to play badly. He had to find a way to solve these problems himself.
Tang Zhe began to think about how to make money.
He recalled the plot in the novel. The stock market seemed to have some fluctuations recently, which was a good opportunity to make money.
But the problem is that he doesn't have enough capital to invest, and you can't make money without a lot of money.
"What can I do to make money quickly?" he thought to himself.
Suddenly, he came up with an idea - monitoring equipment is not yet popular, and there are security loopholes in many places.
He could steal something valuable and then find someone to share the spoils.
Once this idea came up, it quickly took root in his mind.
He knew that what he did was a bit risky, but he didn't care anymore.
And all of this was seen by Song Jiao.
She watched Tang Zhe's gradual decline, a cold smile curling up at the corner of her mouth. There were always people who were eager to commit suicide, and she didn't want to get involved in this matter.
However, she didn't expect that she would soon be involved in this storm. When she went to school as usual, she saw Tang's father and Tang Zhe with three people blocking the school gate.
As soon as they saw Song Jiao, they rushed over.
"You money-loser!" Tang's father roared, "I'm going to beat you to death! How dare you steal money from our family!"
Song Jiao swept her cold eyes over everyone. She was not surprised at all. She knew that this family would never let her go.
Tang Zhe looked at Song Jiao proudly. He didn't expect that the tuition fee would be only a few hundred yuan. Song Jiao said she would pay it, but she paid it even though she obviously had no money at all.
Tang's father was filled with indignation, pointing his finger at Song Jiao, his voice trembling with excitement: "It was you, Tang You, who stole the money from home! A few hundred dollars is not a small amount, how do you explain it?" There was an unquestionable certainty in his words, as if he had already convicted Song Jiao.
The onlookers around began to gather, forming a semicircle, whispers one after another, and curious and suspicious eyes were cast at Song Jiao.
The discussions in the crowd came like a tide.
The two people brought by Tang's father, who looked like his relatives, also began to persuade him: "Tang You, just admit it. Your uncle Tang is doing this for your own good. We are a family. Everything will be fine if we explain it clearly."
Faced with this sudden accusation and the strange looks from people around her, Song Jiao appeared exceptionally calm.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she held her composure. She slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping across the room, finally settling on Tang's father. Her voice was calm but firm: "What evidence do you have? When and where did you get the hundreds of dollars you're talking about? And when did I take it?"
Tang's father was stunned by this series of questions. Obviously, he had no substantial evidence. All of this was just his subjective conjecture and accusations made in a moment of anger.
But he quickly found a new excuse and started to make a fuss, "You took it! If it wasn't you, how did you pay the tuition? We worked so hard to raise you and send you to school, and you treat us like this!"
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