Shen Qingqing finished two pieces of apple and stopped eating. She threw away the toothpick, clapped her hands, and exclaimed, "I learned it from books! Books have everything!"
Without giving Wu Jingyuan time to continue rambling, she asked, "Uncle Jingyuan, are all these clothes of yours made of fabric? Don't you have any denim?"
"You mean denim?" Wu Jingyuan was taken aback by her quick change of topic and paused for a moment before responding.
"Yes, the fabric is thin and not warm enough. It's already past September. By the time you finish these clothes, the weather will be getting cold. Who would buy clothes that aren't warm enough?"
"Denim is different! It can be used to make jackets, or you can line them with fleece to make thin fleece jackets. Everyone will definitely buy them when it gets cold!"
Shen Qingqing spoke eloquently, and Wu Jingyuan's thoughts unconsciously followed her lead.
"The price of fabric and denim are not the same thing. I still have more than half of the fabric in my warehouse, and I've made tens of thousands of clothes. If I switch them all to denim, I'll lose a lot of money. And your uncle's money is part of that!"
Shen Qingqing blinked. "Then let's replace the remaining fabric with denim from the factory you sourced it from. And for the clothes that are already made, let's make the cotton fleece lining for the denim jackets."
This fabric can also be worn next to the skin, and there's nothing wrong with making it into a cotton-fleece interlayer.
"Then, for the denim version, add two small pockets on both sides of the chest as decoration. Don't make the pockets under the hem open upwards like this; you can make them more three-dimensional and add a flap on top, or make them open at an angle, so that it's convenient for everyone to put their hands in their pockets..."
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