The day after they arrived at the garment factory, there was another full day of meetings, mainly to discuss the arrangements for the trip to Guangzhou.

There will definitely be many manufacturers who will follow their sales model last time.

The catwalk show was a success, which meant that borrowing the venue would be even more difficult.

According to Ye Hongbing's description, there were no vacant podiums available like the one in Haishi, and each one was in its own space.

However, there is also an advantage, that is, the booth they were assigned was very large. Their sales last time were good, and the place they were assigned this time would be better than before, both in terms of location and size. Ye Hongbing guessed that it would be at least 40 square meters or more.

"Director Ye, this is the exhibition layout I drew. Please take a look at it now. If there is anything unclear, we can discuss and confirm it in detail while we still have time today."

The trade fair is scheduled to start on July 12th. Ye Hongbing will take a few people by train tomorrow to set up the exhibition, and Song Fuyu and the others will go there on the 6th.

Ye Hongbing looked at the drawing in his hand carefully, and some doubts immediately came to his mind.

"Director Song, this booth has to be rebuilt, and we have to buy some trees for decoration. It should cost a lot of money, right?"

"Don't worry about the money. Director Cao will reimburse you. Ten thousand yuan or less is not a problem."

“Ahem~~”

Cao Xingwang, who was drinking water, choked himself when he heard her heroic words.

Why didn't Director Song discuss this with him before making a decision?

Ten thousand yuan?

Since the factory was founded, it has never spent more than 5,000 yuan on purchasing materials. This little girl asked for 10,000 yuan right away, which scared the old man.

"Director Song, isn't a budget of 10,000 yuan a bit too much?"

“It’s a bit much indeed.”

"I just want Director Ye not to worry about the money. According to my estimation, the cost of setting up the exhibition will definitely not exceed 500 yuan."

"Five hundred dollars is fine."

"Hongbing, just take this as the upper limit. Go to the finance department later to get 500 yuan and bring it with you. If you exceed the limit, you will be refunded or compensated."

"The factory manager is generous."

Cao Xingwang now has no objection to reasonable advance spending, because he believes that these investments will eventually bring them greater returns.

After that day, Song Fuyu talked a lot with Ye Hongbing. Lunch and dinner were prepared by others and brought to the conference room for them. It was not until 12:30 in the evening that the two of them completed the communication of all the information about the exhibition.

"Director Ye, the important task of the early arrangements in Guangshi will be handed over to you."

"Don't worry, I promise to do my best and try to complete at least 70% before you come."

After the meeting, she went to Uncle Zhao’s office to wake up Aunt Fang who was sleeping soundly on the table.

There were no street lights on the road leading from the garment factory to the staff quarters. Aunt Fang was worried about Song Fuyu walking back alone, so she insisted on waiting for her to come home, despite Song Fuyu's repeated objections.

"Xiao Yu, are we done talking?"

Fang Mei raised her head from the table and shook it gently to drive away the sleepiness.

"We're done talking, let's go home."

"Okay, let's go. I'm so sleepy that I can hardly lift my eyelids."

Song Fuyu looked at Aunt Fang who was extremely sleepy, and felt indescribably moved. She always put herself in her shoes and thought about her.

The next day, no one woke her up. Song Fuyu slept until she woke up naturally. She didn't even know when Mrs. Liu, who was sleeping next to her, got up.

"Xiao Yu, go wash up quickly, dinner will be served soon."

It had been several hours since breakfast, but luckily she made it in time for lunch.

"It's true that it's easier to sleep after being tired. I slept so soundly last night that I didn't even have any dreams."

"You stayed up so late last night. If your Yan Tuan knew about it, I don't know how distressed he would be."

"It's okay. He's on a mission right now. He won't know."

At this moment, Yan Ziyuan, who was hiding in the cave, was staring at his wedding photo with his wife.

In order to make it easier to carry, he specially picked out the one he was most satisfied with and asked the boss to develop a three-inch photo for him.

Whether he is on a mission or doing other things when he is bored, he likes to take out the photos and look at them over and over again.

Damao and the others laughed at him and said that if he kept looking like that, he would definitely be able to see through the photo.

No matter how they teased him, Yan Ziyuan didn't care at all. In his opinion, these people were just envious and jealous.

The day before Song Fuyu and her friends were about to leave for Guangzhou, Yan Ziyuan called them. His voice on the other end of the phone sounded muffled, unlike his usual cheerful and cheerful self.

"The mission is over?"

"Yeah, I just got back."

"I'm going to Guangshi tomorrow, you stay at home and take care of yourself."

"I'm not okay."

When he returned home after completing his mission, the house was empty and he was greeted by silence.

He admitted that when he returned home, he began to become more and more pretentious when facing the fact that Xiaoyu was not at home.

"Nonsense, how can you be bad?"

"I've been on a mission for so long, and I haven't seen you for many days. And yet I have to continue to miss you for another half a month. How pitiful."

Song Fuyu, who was on the other end of the phone, imagined the expression on his face and it must be full of unhappiness.

When things get like this, the big wolfdog in their family will turn into an unwanted puppy.

"Okay, I'll be back in half a month at most. It won't be too long."

"Half a month is not long?"

"When you're not around, I feel like every day is a year. Half a month feels like fifteen years to me!"

"How about I take some time off to accompany you to Guangshi?"

"As long as Uncle Li agrees, I have no objection."

It goes without saying that Uncle Li would not agree. If he dared to bring it up, the other party would probably give him a few slaps on the head!

"You are just saying this to cheer me up because you think Uncle Li won't agree."

When Song Fuyu saw that he had been seen through, he said nothing but just kept laughing.

"Fu Yu, are you ready? It's time to go eat."

"Hey...I'll be right there."

"I can't say more to you. Sister Liu asked me to go eat. You should go eat quickly too."

"Bye, love you~"

"Wife, I love you too."

The two of them chatted for another three or four minutes before hanging up the phone.

Whenever Yan Ziyuan called, the salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative wished he could find a place to hide.

When Yan Ziyuan called other people, his voice was usually cold and concise. But when he called his wife, she was so annoying that he felt goose bumps and cold in the hot July weather.

Fortunately, he is married, otherwise it would be really painful for a bachelor.

"Is Yan Tuan back?"

"Hmm~"

“I’m so envious!”

"What are you envious of? Didn't your old Li call you? Last time when we came back from Qin City, he waited for you until late at night and even left you a meal and boiled hot water..."

"I used to be with him every day and I didn't notice it, but last time I was away for two days. I didn't expect he had such a gentle side."

"This is what they call distance creates beauty. It's not a lie that a short absence is better than a new marriage."

“It’s true.”

"To be honest, I think he's fine, but he's worried about his two children. He's afraid that they'll kick off the quilt at night and no one will cover them."

"Just relax. It's summer now. You won't feel cold. You'll just feel hot."

"There's nothing I can do. As a mother, I always worry about my children."