89 yuan a piece.
It can last a long time.
Because it's just the two of them doing the work, and they need to ensure product quality, the output is relatively small.
Once things are settled, we'll move the skincare product manufacturing here, hire a few more people, and gradually expand the business!
"We took thirty bottles of the beauty-enhancing balm, and they're all gone. Shengqian, we'll have to work overtime tonight to make more."
Fortunately, there are machines to help; otherwise, if it were all done by hand, we wouldn't be able to make many bottles.
Zhou Ran counted the more than three thousand yuan in his hand, and couldn't help but smile.
She just loves the feeling of counting money!
If they doubled their work, they could earn twice as much every day.
This is even more profitable than making clothes!
“We need to change our packaging bottles. I’ll go find a processing plant for this tomorrow morning.”
"Don't I need to make a trip?"
"You also need to keep an eye on the sales of skincare products. With those people helping to promote them, the daily customer traffic will definitely increase."
Zhou Ran nodded: "If you're too busy, I'll take a break."
Sheng Qian had already come up with the design in her mind.
The next day.
Sheng Qian went to Xu Ming's machinery factory.
Xu Ming wasn't there, but his assistant happened to come over to pick up a document and ran into Sheng Qian.
"Miss Sheng, is there anything you need from our boss?"
"I'd like to inquire if your boss knows any packaging factories. I've made some items and need these small packages."
The assistant asked, "What kind of packaging does Miss Sheng need? What are your requirements regarding the materials?"
"Glass, plastic, and aluminum bottles are all acceptable; the outer packaging can be just ordinary paper."
As soon as Sheng Qian finished describing it, the assistant seemed to understand what Sheng Qian wanted to do, but still asked clearly, "What kind of thing does Miss Sheng want to do?"
"Skincare products."
The assistant smiled and said, "Miss Sheng, you've come to the right person. I happen to need to send a document over there, and there's a boss there who makes packaging products in this area. I'll mention it to him, and Miss Sheng can just wait for good news."
"Thank you so much! Please give my regards to Mr. Xu."
Yes, it will.
The assistant was in a hurry to deliver documents and didn't have much time to chat with Sheng Qian before getting into the car and leaving.
Sheng Qian took out some other parts and put them on her bicycle to take back with her.
Halfway around the corner, Sheng Qian slowed down, but still bumped into someone who suddenly turned out.
Sheng Qian slammed on the brakes.
They also had to hold onto the heavy bicycle to prevent all the parts from falling off.
Upon closer inspection, the person who had been bumped fell to the ground but got up again, seemingly unharmed.
Are you alright?
The man lowered his head and said, "It's nothing."
Jiang Jinqiao patted the mud off his clothes, looked up and was stunned when he saw Sheng Qian.
Sheng Qian also recognized Jiang Jinqiao.
Jiang Jinqiao was twenty-seven years old, and was considered handsome, with a scholarly air about him.
He has a refined and gentle appearance, and you'll be drawn to his demeanor if you look at him for a while.
You can tell from his eyes that he has a lot of stories to tell.
Sheng Qian asked again, "Are you really alright?"
Jiang Jinqiao shook his head and walked past her.
He fell to the ground and slightly twisted his ankle.
"Wait a moment."
Jiang Jinqiao turned back.
Sheng Qian propped up the bicycle and took out a bottle of medicated oil from her person.
A bottle about the size of two fingers.
The liquid inside is pale yellow and has a faint medicinal scent.
"Apply it to the sprained area, and the pain will subside in two days."
Jiang Jinqiao looked at Sheng Qian, "No need..."
"I bumped into you, here you go."
Jiang Jinqiao moved his ankle, feeling a sharp pain. Worried that he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, he still accepted the medicated oil Sheng Qian offered, saying, "Thank you."
Sheng Qian held the bicycle steady and was about to ride away.
Suddenly remembering something, she turned back and called out to him, "Aren't you making clothes anymore?"
Jiang Jinqiao squeezed the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "I'm not very good at making clothes."
Those clothes were all semi-finished, and Chen Meiqin rarely did any manual labor; the clothes they made were all simple in style.
"I need some help here. I wonder if you would be willing to come and help?" Sheng Qian hesitated a bit. After all, it was a man, and it would be inconvenient for a group of women to do things together.
Sheng Qian had no idea that her invitation today would advance her path forward by several steps.
Jiang Jinqiao was stunned and said, "My ex-wife had a falling out with you, and you still dare to use me?"
"Ex-wife?"
“I’m divorced from her,” Jiang Jinqiao said with a bitter smile. “Even if you can use me, I can’t make the clothes you want.”
"So what kind of things are you good at?" Sheng Qian asked.
As if remembering something, a trace of pain flashed in Jiang Jinqiao's eyes, and he said, "I don't have anything I'm good at, thank you for your kindness."
“I think you’re looking for a job,” Sheng Qian said, her gaze falling on his shoes. “It’s obviously not going well. If you’ve thought it through, come find me again. Muqing Clothing Store is still there; you can join us anytime.”
After saying that, Sheng Qian rode her bicycle away.
Jiang Jinqiao held the medicated oil Sheng Qian had given him, slowly sat down to one side, and buried his head in his lap.
Since leaving that place, nothing he does goes smoothly.
He vaguely understood that someone was deliberately targeting him behind his back.
For example, when he was looking for a job these past few days, he could sense that someone was deliberately messing with him, causing him to lose even the opportunity to get a job.
That's too ruthless.
He looked up at the azure sky, his eyes filled with uncertainty about the future.
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