Without the interference of these two people, the subsequent recruitment went smoothly.
Two young and quick seamstresses were hired, and Liuzi's mother's sister-in-law Xiaojuan was also hired as a shopping guide.
These three people were handed over to Sister Huang for training, so they can start work directly during the peak season of National Day.
It’s just that I haven’t found a suitable security guard yet, and there’s no rush for this job anyway.
I'll look for suitable ones later. Now I need to make samples of autumn clothes.
This way, when she returns to the provincial capital, she can start selling new products.
In the past two days, Jiang Manyue has been making clothes at home.
The most popular item in autumn is the trench coat. This year, several new styles of trench coats and jackets have been designed for autumn and winter.
She believed that it would be a big seller once it was launched on the market, and she would make a lot of money from it.
After chatting on the phone with Qin Zhenbei for a long time, he said he would come to see her tomorrow.
After packing up everything, I packed up the finished samples and prepared to take them to the store.
Who knew that as soon as I walked to the door, I found a lot of people blocking the door of the store.
"Return the goods. The clothes in your clothing store are defective and you still sold them to us for eight dollars."
"Exactly. Look at your skirt. It's all unraveled. It's torn after only wearing it once."
"I was laughed at by my colleagues at work, and you must compensate us for our economic losses."
When Jiang Manyue arrived and saw the situation, five or six people were blocking the store and starting a fight.
Wang Baozhu was nearly drowned by the spit of these people, and she explained anxiously with a red face.
"Impossible, you must be mistaken, there is no quality problem with our clothes."
"No problem?" The slightly plump elder sister suddenly became angry and went up and threw the clothes in front of her.
"Look carefully, the fabric of this dress is all unraveling. You must pay for it today."
Jiang Manyue hurried forward, picked up the clothes that fell on the ground and took a look.
This style was indeed designed by her, but the fabric of the clothes is seriously slipping and unraveling.
No way? There really is something wrong with the clothes in her store.
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