"Brother Fan, why don't you just buy a villa in the suburbs of Beijing?"
"But we don't have that much silver!"
"The cloth shop's business isn't bad, is it? They must have at least ten or twenty thousand in their money shops, right?"
"I asked Ouyang, the shopkeeper."
"But Fan didn't have any private savings."
Manager Fan shook his head, "Unfortunately, I am just a son-in-law. If I don't have my own shop, I can only depend on others."
Manager Fan downed a mouthful of wine in silence, and everyone was speechless, unsure how to comfort him.
After a while, Wen Yanli broke the silence.
"Brother Zheng, Sister Xiu'er, I have a batch of fabric that I need to make into garments. I need them urgently this month. Does anyone here know where I can make them?" Wen Yanli took a puff of her pipe, exhaled the smoke, and changed the subject.
"Sister Wen, the weaving workshop is fully booked for workers and embroiderers this month," Pei Xiuer said with a regretful expression.
“My family can make it.”
Manager Zheng, who hadn't said much until now, finally spoke up.
“Alright, then I’ll have my assistant deliver the fabric to Jixiang Weaving Shop tomorrow.” Wen Yanli nodded and took a puff of her pipe.
"Sister Wen, deliver it to Jixiang Weaving Shop on Chang'an Street. Don't send it to the wrong place. There's also a Jixiang Weaving Shop in the West Market, but our price is more reasonable," Zheng Tianhua said earnestly to Manager Bao.
"Hmm? Oh, sure, I got it."
Wen Yanli nodded, looking like she understood.
Yun Duoduo clicked her tongue inwardly, realizing that these seemingly glamorous bosses actually had many worries behind the scenes.
Shopkeeper Wen's in-laws looked down on his son's background.
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