In the 1970s and 1980s, there was no overdevelopment and Lake Province retained its most pristine scenery.
Jiang Wanyue took her three children to see the mountains and rivers, visit parks, ride a boat, and walk around the recreational areas around the provincial capital.
The mother and her two children were visibly tanned, but the children were very energetic and excited every day, and they could never get enough of playing.
Even the calmest Song Huaizhi became like a child, chattering with his sister about the scenery they had just seen.
On the fourth day, it was time to go home.
Before leaving the provincial capital, Jiang Wanyue decided to go to the textile factory to inquire about the news.
It is almost September and the Canton Fair is in early November. It will take at least four or five days to travel from Huzhou to Guangcheng by train, which means we have to set off at the end of October.
Time was running out, so she had to find out if there was any chance.
If there is no hope here, she will have to seek help from the provincial party secretary.
When she arrived at the gate of the provincial textile factory by bus, the guard already knew her and knew that she was indeed very familiar with the factory director, so he greeted her very warmly.
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "I have something important to discuss with your factory director. Can I let my three children stay in the guard room for a while? They are very well behaved and will not affect your work."
The security guard nodded immediately: "Don't worry, I'll be watching, it'll be fine."
Song Huaizhi and Song Yunying each took out a book to read, while Song Huazhi took out a jigsaw puzzle and fiddled with it. The three children were indeed very quiet.
Jiang Wanyue walked in with confidence and went straight to the door of the factory director's office.
Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard a pleading voice coming from the office.
"Please, Dad, let me come back to work..." Jiang Rongjun looked at Jiang Qizheng with tears in her eyes, "I know I was wrong, I will never be absent from work or leave early again, I will change, I will change, Dad, please give me another chance."
After she was removed from her position, many friends came to ask her what happened, and she was too embarrassed to face people in her circle.
After spending a few days in night school, she couldn't learn anything. She knew that she couldn't go on like this, so she had to come here to ask for another chance.
Jiang Qizhen sighed: "Rongjun, I am doing this for your own good. People still need to be knowledgeable in order to go further and further in their positions."
"But Dad, is it my fault that I have no education?" Jiang Rongjun sniffed, "You lost me when I was a child. I didn't receive education when I was old enough. Now I'm almost 30 years old. If you ask me to study again, won't it embarrass me?"
Jiang Qizhen's face was suddenly filled with guilt.
Just then, there was a knock on the door and Jiang Wanyue walked in.
She smiled and said, "As long as you are learning, it is never too late. Jiang Taigong started his official career at the age of 80 and became a famous person in history books. You, Jiang Rongjun, are not even 30 yet, so why can't you do it?"
"you!"
Jiang Rongjun was so angry that her head was smoking.
Obviously, her father was about to be convinced by her, but as soon as Jiang Wanyue came in, everything went back to the starting point.
"It's not enough that you've taken away eighteen years of my life, now you're also taking away my job, Jiang Wanyue, you're so abominable!"
Jiang Wanyue couldn't communicate with her, so she looked at Jiang Qizheng and said, "Uncle Jiang, I came to the provincial capital for other things. I passed by the textile factory and came to ask about the Canton Fair. Is there any progress?"
Jiang Qizheng slapped his head and said, "Look at me, I'm busy every day and forgot about this. The quota for the Canton Fair was decided two days ago. Here is your invitation letter."
"Thank you Uncle Jiang, thank you so much!"
Jiang Wanyue took the invitation letter, which read Xiaojing Non-staple Food Processing Factory, Hongqi Commune.
The Canton Fair will be held from November 1st to 15th, a total of half a month.
That's enough time to do a lot of things.
Jiang Wanyue was looking at the invitation letter carefully. Jiang Rongjun looked over and asked, "What is this?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Jiang Qizheng shook his head, "Rongjun, please go out. Wanyue and I have something to discuss."
Jiang Rongjun couldn't help but choke.
She stiffened her neck and said, "Is there anything I can't listen to? Dad, don't be so partial."
Jiang Qizhen didn't want to have too many arguments with his biological daughter in front of Jiang Wanyue, so he had to ignore Jiang Rongjun's existence.
He raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, handed it to Jiang Wanyue, and said, "I had the design you sent me last time made and sold it at the Friendship Store. Guess what?"
"I guess the sales must be good." Jiang Wanyue took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "I've been to the Friendship Store. There's only one counter selling suits, and the styles are all in the 18th century European style. Few people buy them. The clothes I designed for Uncle Jiang combine retro and the latest fashion elements. Those foreigners will definitely not be able to resist them. I guess they will be sold out as soon as they are put on the shelves."
"You are truly amazing." Jiang Qizhen exclaimed, "For the first two days, no one was interested. I had no choice but to ask the manager of the Friendship Store to help me change the counter. I spent 2,000 yuan to move to the third counter at the entrance. After the change of location, more people came and went. In less than three days, all 20 suits and shirts were sold out. The sales of the tuxedo were not as good, but there were only two left."
"What is Uncle Jiang's price?"
"The suit is priced at eighty yuan, the shirt is fifty-five yuan, the tuxedo is also eighty yuan, and the bow tie is twenty yuan."
Jiang Wanyue shook her head: "That is to say, if the first batch of goods is sold out, Uncle Jiang will only make about 4,000 yuan. After deducting the cost, the net profit is estimated to be less than 2,000 yuan."
Jiang Qizhen was already very satisfied with the result.
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