"The contract is signed, the factory is yours."
"How did you do that?" Qin Xiaoyu was dumbfounded.
“He signed it voluntarily.” As soon as A Lei finished speaking, he saw Boss Dong come out of the private room and roll past them like a ball, ignoring them as if he were in a hurry to be reborn.
Qin Xiaoyu had no idea what had happened in those five minutes; she had only glanced at the contract, which was signed by a top lawyer, so it must be flawless.
When they returned, they first took Ye Qiu home. When they arrived at the door, Qin Xiaoyu got out of the car and exchanged a few polite words with her.
"Little Fish, your skill is something most people can't learn."
"What skills do you have?"
"The art of taming a husband. You've made a man so infatuated he doesn't even know his own name anymore, he's always revolving around you. Teach me too, so I can have a second spring in my life or something."
"Really, no, I'm perfectly normal." Qin Xiaoyu thought back carefully and realized that apart from being a little more affectionate, she didn't seem to have any other tricks up her sleeve.
She got back into the car, and just as A Lei was about to start it, she suddenly cried out.
"Look at me."
"What's wrong with you?" A Lei looked at Qin Xiaoyu with a puzzled expression as she pouted, closed her eyes, and leaned closer to him.
"Alright, sweetie, it's too late, let's go home." A Lei kissed her lips and patted her cheek.
"Do I look like a vixen?" Qin Xiaoyu asked with wide, innocent eyes.
"It doesn't look like one; it looks more like a red panda."
"You!" Qin Xiaoyu glared at him threateningly.
“Yes, this is the most realistic.” A Lei turned the mirror around, and Qin Xiaoyu was disappointed. He hadn’t lied.
With a naturally baby face, she actually dares to dream of being a vixen? She's dreaming!
The factories in the south are much more technologically advanced than those in the north, especially with the new machinery. Luckily, three key technical personnel are here; Jiewei and Xu Jingye can both drive, so they can take turns coming over to help. Therefore, this factory was the fastest to get up and running.
During her time in Guangzhou, Qin Xiaoyu had been helping Zhou Yue find an apartment. It was impossible to bring Commander Zhou and the others over without Zhou Yue. It's just that apartments in Shamian were hard to find.
There's not a soul in sight around Are's house; it's hard to tell if anyone even lives there. Judging from Are's comments, they're probably wealthy people with multiple properties, living in some unknown country.
Qin Xiaoyu certainly didn't want to take them too far away; even with a car, she felt it would be inconvenient.
Fortunately, her efforts paid off, and she found a house just across the street, only a few minutes' walk away. The environment was nice, and it was also a three-story building.
Qin Xiaoyu was worried, so she paid the money and put down the deposit for the house right away.
“Zhou Yue’s baby is still small, so her parents will probably have to stay there for a while.” Qin Xiaoyu was planning to find two nannies for Zhou Yue, since she gave birth to so many babies at once and they couldn’t manage without nannies.
The current situation is that Master Liang and Factory Director Fei can return at any time; her goal has been achieved. What Master Liang has realized now will not be outdated even ten years from now.
Factory Director Fei had lost interest and was now longing for Northeastern cuisine. He missed his daughter, but also complained that Guangzhou was too humid. He longed to go home and reunite with his mother and daughter.
With these two back in their hometowns, Factory Director Xie can retire and enjoy his later years, and Qin Xiaoyu can rest assured.
This north-south reversal seems almost preordained.
Most of the fashions for the exhibition have already arrived in Shanghai. Qin Xiaoyu and A Lei flew there, firstly to inspect them, and secondly to prepare for the final push.
Mrs. Fang was overjoyed at their arrival. She practically wanted to be their technical advisor, wanting to be involved in every single detail of the fashion show.
"Remember to book in advance. I'm worried that it will be peak tourist season in Shanghai, and if more than twenty people come at once, it will be hard to book a guesthouse." Qin Xiaoyu started planning on the schedule.
“It would be better to live in the building next door. It’s been empty ever since Wenwen and the others left. It’s a waste to hire people to clean it, and it’s become their house. I’m not happy about that.” The old lady was still quite upset.
"I'm worried that if too many people come at once, you'll find it annoying."
“I don’t find it annoying, it’s alright, I can even give you some guidance,” Mrs. Fang said immediately.
Sales at the Shanghai counters have been improving recently, and there's been no further talk of closing them down, so it seems things have stabilized.
Qin Xiaoyu knew that the success or failure of a fashion show would have a huge advertising effect, and that this would help Riyue Apparel achieve even greater success.
At Mrs. Fang's urging, Qin Xiaoyu moved the model team to Shanghai a week ahead of schedule.
A group of young girls who had never been out of the house before were overwhelmed by the sights of the big city. Qin Xiaoyu took them out to play for two days before asking them to get back into the swing of things and start rehearsals.
There were always events at the Friendship Hall, so it was impossible to go inside for rehearsals. Mrs. Fang suggested staying at home.
I must say, the Fang family's dining room is big enough that the models come from the living room, walk around the table, and then go back to change clothes, which has a pretty fashionable salon vibe.
"Little Fish, you really excel at whatever you do," Mrs. Fang nodded in praise.
"She's good at everything she does, but she works too hard." Seeing that the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, A Lei quickly blew some air into her hair.
"Alex is right, you should take care of your health." Mrs. Fang gave Qin Xiaoyu's slender waist a stern look.
"Okay, Grandma, I'll be careful." Qin Xiaoyu glared at A Lei, looking at his smug expression, and decided to teach him a lesson tonight.
"Your third sister said she's coming over and will even help you walk the runway," Mrs. Fang said, speaking off the cuff.
"My third sister is a natural clothes hanger, so it would be great if she were willing to help me." Qin Xiaoyu never refuses anyone's help; now she needs support from all sides.
“Baby wants to come too, as long as she doesn’t cause trouble.” Mrs. Fang seemed to have a lot of prejudice against Fang Baobao.
"Also, you'll need jewelry for the fashion show, right? I can sponsor some of it, it's a loan," Mrs. Fang emphasized.
"That won't do. Grandma's jewelry is too valuable. It's risky to take it out in crowded places. Let's forget about it. I'll just get some fakes," Qin Xiaoyu said immediately.
"I think your fashion show is going to be a failure," Madam Fang sneered.
"What do you mean?" Qin Xiaoyu was a little confused.
"You need to know who you're performing for, and who's sitting in the audience. You're using fakes? Those people are all shrewd; who wouldn't see through them? Do you think they'd buy your stuff? People who might actually buy your fashion items will be scared off by the jewelry." Qin Xiaoyu learned a lesson from Madam Fang's words. She not only lacked perspective but also attention to detail; she still had a lot to learn.
"I know, Grandma. There's a lot I don't understand, and I need Grandma to teach me." Qin Xiaoyu realized that this kind of coquettishness works on people of all ages and genders. She snuggled up to Madam Fang, shook her arm a few times, and everything was resolved.
Madam Fang's jewelry was kept next to the dressing room. Qin Xiaoyu understood as soon as she entered; getting into the dressing room was just a small step.
Only by entering the jewelry room could one truly enter Mrs. Fang's private domain.
"This was the first gift my grandfather gave me," Mrs. Fang said softly, stroking a jade pendant through the glass.
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