"Aunt Xiao, it's really okay," Wen Qing said with a smile.
Aunt Xiao was confused.
Wen Qing took out the shoes from the cloth bag, placed them on the counter, and asked, "Aunt Xiao, how long has the tailor shop across the street been open?"
“It’s been a week,” Aunt Xiao replied.
"How much cheaper are they compared to ours?" Wen Qing asked.
"It costs about one yuan."
Wen Qing nodded, then asked, "Are the clothes and shoes exactly the same style as ours?"
“Exactly the same,” Aunt Xiao said.
"Where did you get your goods from?" Wen Qing asked again.
"It shouldn't be Tangquan Garment Factory, but it must have come from clothing stores in the city."
Wen Qing remained silent after hearing this. She sat in Aunt Xiao's tailor shop for more than half an hour, but not a single customer came to buy clothes, and not a single garment was made. Business was not as good as it used to be when Aunt Xiao was in charge. No wonder Aunt Xiao allowed Bao Hong to go home to harvest beans; otherwise, if Bao Hong stayed in the shop, she would just be staring at Aunt Xiao with nothing else to do.
"Big sister! Two more customers have come into their shop!" Wen Peng stood at the door, looking indignant and righteous, staring at the opposite side, standing up for Wen Qing, his expression amusing.
Wen Qing was both amused and exasperated.
Following Wen Peng's gaze, she looked across at the three storefronts. The three wooden doors were wide open, and the fabric racks were full of fabrics in various colors. The clothes included two designs she had created, as well as clothes slightly modified by Master Zhu and Master Ye, and shoes she had designed.
The store was indeed bustling, with quite a few customers and staff.
"What are we going to do? If this continues, we won't even be able to afford to pay Bao Hong her monthly wage of twenty yuan," Aunt Xiao said with a worried expression.
Wen Qing turned to ask, "Aunt Xiao, let's take this opportunity to change our business model."
"Transformation? Transformation into what kind of transformation?" Aunt Xiao asked.
Wen Qing smiled, her beautiful eyes shining brightly: "The things he sells are all made by me."
"So what?" Aunt Xiao asked.
"Let them keep selling."
"Continue selling?" Aunt Xiao completely didn't understand what Wen Qing was thinking: "What do you mean?"
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Aunt Xiao, don't worry, I'll explain everything to you in detail after I've made the arrangements."
"How should we arrange it?"
"I'm going to the city now."
What are you going to the city for?
"Find Uncle Tang."
"Looking for him?"
"Yes, make one thing clear with him."
"What is it?"
"Making money."
Amidst Aunt Xiao's confusion, Wen Qing and Wen Peng boarded a bus bound for the city.
Aunt Xiao asked herself, "Why can't I understand what Wen Qing is saying?"
After getting off the car, Wen Qing and Wen Peng went straight to Tang Quan Garment Factory.
A month ago, Tangquan Garment Factory was a quiet little factory. Now, not only has the factory grown bigger, but the sound of sewing machines has also become much louder, and even security guards have been hired at the factory gate.
Wen Qing and Wen Peng were stopped at the door.
The security guard asked, "Whose relatives are you?"
“We are not anyone’s family members; we are just here to find someone,” Wen Qing said.
Security guard: "You two can't come in."
"Why?" Wen Peng asked.
Seeing that Wen Qing and Wen Peng were young but very good-looking, the security guard softened his tone and waved his hand, saying, "We have rules here. Everyone is working and needs to wait aside. If someone steals our clothes-making skills, how are we supposed to make money?"
"Let's wait a bit then," Wen Qing said, pulling Wen Peng to stand under a big tree outside the factory.
"Big sister, how long do we have to wait?" Wen Peng asked.
"They'll be done working soon," Wen Qing said. "Pengpeng, are you thirsty? Want to go buy an ice cream?"
Wen Peng stared wide-eyed at Wen Qing: "Big sister, I've only ever had a popsicle that cost one cent once, I've never had ice cream before."
"Then let's go buy one and try it."
Do you have money?
"have."
Wen Qing gave Wen Peng eight cents and told him to buy a cream ice cream and eat it while standing under the tree.
Wen Qing felt it was too cold and didn't dare to eat it.
It was Wenpeng's first time eating ice cream. He seemed reluctant to eat it, licking the cream little by little with his tongue, not daring to bite it, and just eating it slowly and carefully.
Wen Qing was both amused and exasperated.
Just then, a black car with a large toe drove in from outside and pulled up at the gate.
The security guards quickly came out of the gatehouse, opened the large iron gate, and greeted him with smiles: "Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang."
Normally, Mr. Tang's car would drive directly into the factory area, but today it stopped at the factory gate and wouldn't leave.
The security guard was taken aback. What's wrong with Mr. Tang?
Before the security guards could react, Mr. Tang got out of the car and called out enthusiastically from afar, "Wen Qing, you've arrived!"
He stretched out his hands from afar, bent down slightly, and was overjoyed. He grasped Wen Qing's hands tightly and said, "It's been so long!"
The security guards were dumbfounded. How could Mr. Tang be so polite and courteous to a young girl? They were almost in awe.
At this time, the factory workers had all finished work. As soon as they stepped out of the factory gate, they saw that General Manager Tang, who usually held a high position and great power, was treating a young girl with great politeness and respect, which surprised everyone.
"Hey, Mr. Zhu, who's that young lady outside? It seems like Mr. Tang values her a lot." The security guard happened to see Mr. Zhu and quickly pulled him aside to ask.
Master Zhu rolled his eyes at the gatekeeper: "Don't you know? Let me tell you, this girl is called Wen Qing. All the clothes we make now are made by her. You could say that without her, you wouldn't even be able to eat."
"Is she sixteen years old? How can someone so young have such great abilities?" The security guard was a little incredulous.
Master Zhu glanced at him: "Don't worry about her age, why would President Tang value someone so much for no reason?"
The security guard was immediately stunned. Oh no! He had looked down on her a little earlier. It was all his fault for not recognizing her worth. Would he lose his job now? His whole family depended on his two or three yuan a month. The security guard was extremely worried.
Master Zhu also warmly greeted them.
The security guard's heart sank; Master Zhu was being far too enthusiastic towards this young girl.
"Hello, Master Zhu," Wen Qing greeted politely.
Tang Quan asked, "Why don't you go inside the factory to wait? What are you doing under the tree?"
Wen Peng looked at the security guard, who felt a chill run down his spine.
Wen Peng had just opened his mouth when Wen Qing interrupted him, "Eat quickly, the ice cream is about to melt." Then she said, "Pengpeng wanted to eat ice cream, so I went and bought one. We're enjoying the cool air here."
"Here's the thing, come on, let's go to my place, enjoy the breeze from the table fan, and have a slice of chilled watermelon. I just bought a refrigerator," Tang Quan said with a smile.
Wen Qing replied, "Okay."
As they walked into the factory area, the gatekeeper turned around, secretly wiping away sweat. He knew that many newly rich people had appeared at this time, and these people were characterized by their high status; even a slight setback could trigger a furious outburst, and they would even make the other party pay the price. A calm person like Wen Qing was truly rare.
The security guard was filled with gratitude towards Wen Qing, thinking to himself that he must be more polite next time someone came looking for him. Otherwise, he might lose his job one day.
Wen Qing didn't mind and followed Tang Quan into the meeting room.
Master Zhu quickly plugged in the table fan and blew it towards Wen Qing and Wen Peng.
Wen Qing spotted the Xiangxuehai brand single-door refrigerator in the corner at a glance. Looking at the warm and welcoming attitude of Tang Quan and Master Zhu, Wen Qing guessed that the two sets of clothes she made must have made Tang Quan's garment factory a fortune, and it was still making money now, since even Zhang Fangfang was wearing them.
"Wen Qing, Wen Peng, come and eat watermelon." Tang Quan took a small watermelon out of the refrigerator, immediately opened it, cut two large pieces, handed one piece to Wen Qing, and then handed another piece to Wen Peng.
Wen Qing took it but didn't eat it.
Wen Peng, holding a watermelon, turned to look at Wen Qing, his foodie eyes gazing longingly at her.
Wen Qing said, "Eat."
Wen Peng immediately buried his head in his food and started eating.
"Wen Qing, you should eat too," Tang Quan said with a smile.
Wen Qing sat opposite Tang Quan: "Thank you, Uncle Tang. I'll eat later."
Seeing that Wen Qing had something to say, Tang Quan stood up, closed the door to the living room, and asked, "Did you come to see me about something?"
Wen Qing nodded.
"What is it?" Tang Quan asked.
Master Zhu, who had been sitting, stood up and asked, "Should I go out?"
“No need, Master Zhu, it’s alright if you listen.” Wen Qing said, “It just means I’m going to start managing my artwork and start making and selling clothes.”
Tang Quan was taken aback.
Master Zhu didn't even have time to sit down before his movements froze in mid-air.
Wen Peng continued to munch on the watermelon with his head down.
"Making clothes? Selling clothes?" Tang Quan asked.
Master Zhu gradually came to his senses, slowly sat down, and was somewhat confused by Wen Qing's meaning.
Wen Qing nodded: "Yes, I want to run my own brand and make it bigger."
If it weren't for the two sets of clothes that saved Tangquan Garment Factory and allowed it to gradually grow, everyone would have thought that the young girl Wen Qing, who was not even eighteen years old, was daydreaming. But now, Tangquan and Master Zhu have truly felt Wen Qing's strength, and they have no doubt that the clothes made by Wen Qing will sell very well.
Tang Quan and Master Zhu were both in a state of shock and could not calm down for a long time.
Master Zhu looked at Wen Qing and realized that it was no wonder she hadn't been moved by Tang Quan's several offers of money to work at Tang Quan Garment Factory. It turned out she was quite ambitious and unconventional.
After a while, Tang Quan said, "Wen Qing, although you have skills, doing business is not as simple as just making clothes and selling them. Doing business is not easy and it is very hard work."
Wen Qing nodded: "Uncle Tang, I know."
"Then you still insist?"
Wen Qing nodded again: "Mm."
At this moment, Master Zhu slowly came to his senses and asked in confusion, "Then why did you tell us all this? Could it be...?"
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