Wen Jiaojiao walked out of the kitchen and pointed in the direction of Wu Ying and Cai Xia's houses, saying, "Mom, those two families are arguing with me today."
Xu Cuifen gritted her teeth and walked towards the main room:
"You wait here, Mom will get a shovel and teach those two families a lesson."
Wen Jiaojiao didn't mean that at all; she simply wanted to learn more about the village to avoid being exposed. She grabbed Xu Cuifen's arm, trying to salvage the situation:
"No need for that. I just want to know what has happened in the past two years. Tell me about it."
Xu Cuifen was indignant and planned to settle scores later. She recounted the events between the two families, gritting her teeth as she spoke:
"That Wu Ying is utterly shameless. She has the nerve to drag eight of her nieces over for a blind date during the New Year."
Luckily, Mom reacted quickly and locked your brother up at home, otherwise he might have already been bewitched by those vixens.
Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but burst out laughing: "..."
I never expected Wen Zhaoye to be so popular, it's like a selection of imperial concubines.
Wen Zhaoye took the clothes to the office of Chenxuan Garment Factory in the county town:
"How do you think we can combine these three items?"
Three people were sitting in the office, one of whom was a refined young man. He wore a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly combed back.
He put down the design drawings, raised his well-defined fingers to adjust the frame of his glasses, and said with a slight smile:
"Tsk, he just came home this morning threatening to break his stepsister's legs tonight, but he's already accomplished his mission ahead of schedule."
"Stop joking around and get down to business," Wen Zhaoye said, handing the clothes to a middle-aged woman with short, curly hair.
While she was putting the clothes on the mannequin, she said to another man with a kind-looking face:
"How's the matter of building the factory for you going?"
Zhou Jin leaned back in the sofa chair:
"Coincidentally, not far away, a poorly managed shoe factory is up for sale."
I've already arranged to go and buy it tomorrow afternoon. It should save us a month's time, and we might even be able to save on the sewing machine too.
As the woman finished dressing the wooden mannequin and was buttoning it up, Wen Zhaoye raised his hand to stop her, tying the hem of the garment in front of his chest and saying:
What do you think of this outfit?
The middle-aged woman, Song Zhu, smelled the fragrance emanating from the clothes and realized that they had obviously just been taken off.
Her mind was filled with the thought that the woman wearing that outfit must have a close relationship with Wen Zhaoye, and she couldn't help but say in an unfriendly tone:
"To be honest, this dress is too revealing at the chest. Only people who do shady things would wear this kind of clothing."
And judging from the way these clothes look, they've probably been worn before. How shameless must someone be to wear that out in public?
Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, his dark eyes glancing at her with deep displeasure. He spoke solemnly, his displeasure evident in her words.
"When it comes to work, let's focus on work and worry less about other things."
Seeing the awkward look on Song Zhu's face, Zhou Jingyan spoke up to ease the tension, saying, "This definitely needs to be changed, but using this as a design prototype is still a good idea."
Wen Zhaoye's expression softened slightly as he pointed to the clothes on the mannequin:
"I also think it could be made for men, with a vest underneath and a shirt on top, but the shirt should probably be tied up to the hips and left loose, which would also look pretty good."
Zhou Jin glanced at Song Zhu and spoke up in her defense:
"But that way, people can easily copy it. Everyone has vests and shirts, so there's no need to buy them."
"So, it's up to him now." Wen Zhaoye crossed his arms and turned to look at Su Jingyan, saying:
"I believe you can find a way to alter the clothes so that people will want to buy them."
Su Jingyan already had a plan in mind. A hint of a smile flickered in her peach-blossom eyes behind her glasses. She raised a delicate eyebrow and teased, "..."
"Where did you get these clothes? They don't look brand new. Could it be that you... went home and took the opportunity to go on a blind date to find a wife? Song Yan is probably going to be in for a lot of trouble."
Wen Zhaoye sat in a chair at another desk, facing Song Zhu's gaze, and bowed slightly as he said:
"Stop joking, it belongs to my stepsister. I just saw her wearing it today and thought it was unusual."
Zhou Jin was from the county town. He had known Wen Zhaoye since they worked together repairing cars. Although the county town was large,
But Xu Dajun was a petty thief, the kind of person who drew gossip from the neighbors, so he knew a thing or two about it. He exclaimed in surprise:
"Could it be that guy who ran off with the money and Xu Dajun?"
Wen Zhaoye never mentioned running away with the money within the factory, but since most of the factory employees were from Dashi Village, any news would spread overnight.
He lowered his brows, pursed his lips, and said:
Things have changed; let's not talk about the past.
Su Jingyan raised his eyebrows slightly and said:
"Don't tell me you were going to teach her a lesson before you went home this morning, only to have her win you over this afternoon?"
Wen Zhaoye, a cigarette between his fingers, flipped through the ledger:
"Not really. It's just that she seems to have matured a lot in the two years she's been away, and she's changed quite a bit. Although she's still a bit of a troublemaker, she does it in a charming way, and she's completely charmed my old man at home."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhu saw no sign of disappointment on his face and breathed a sigh of relief.
What a false alarm! How can such a promiscuous woman compare to Song Yan?
Zhou Jin said ambiguously:
"Are you going back? She and her daughter should be able to take care of each other."
"We have no choice but to go back. It's better without her; having her around is like having to serve another father."
After Wen Zhaoye finished speaking with a slight smile, he suddenly thought of Wen Jiaojiao's sweet and adorable appearance when she wanted to eat a popsicle.
His handsome face showed a slight daze, as if thinking of her at this moment was rather inappropriate.
The room fell silent for a moment, and the soft scratching sound of Su Jingyan's pen nib scraping against the paper could be clearly heard.
Soon, three different clothing designs appeared on the paper. One was a simple white shirt designed with vertical stripes.
The second change is that the crisscross knot at the waist has been replaced with an elasticated, pleated design, and the knot has been made fixed.
The third style is a faux two-piece design, but the knot on the shirt remains unchanged.
"We'll think of a few more styles during this time, compare them carefully, and when we open next month, we'll make them into autumn long-sleeved styles and launch them before autumn."
Wen Zhaoye took the draft from Su Jingyan, gave her some instructions, then turned to the other two and spoke again:
"By the way, if you know of any ways to get me a refrigerator, imported or domestic, it's fine."
Zhou Jin stopped smoking and exclaimed in surprise:
"That thing isn't much easier to get than your motorcycle."
Wen Zhaoye stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and walked out with a nonchalant air.
"Ask if you have any relatives who work in a refrigerator factory, or if you know anyone there, and ask them to help you get one. I won't treat them badly."
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