Chapter 156 A Remittance Slip of More Than Six Thousand Yuan
In the next few days, Gu Zeyuan did not openly disturb Song Qingyu, but he would glance at her on her way home from get off work.
Song Qingyu still ignored it.
It's just a momentary impulse and it will fade away over time.
"Hey, Doctor Song, why hasn't the guardian envoy come these days?" The young nurses in the hospital hadn't seen Gu Zeyuan recently, and they all asked him curiously.
The main reason is that Gu Zeyuan is handsome, his family is said to be well-off, and he is still single. Such a popular man would not be noticed by others.
Hearing that Gu Zeyuan liked Doctor Song, many girls were heartbroken. How could Pianpian like that old girl who couldn't get married?
"How should I know? You are so concerned, just go and ask it yourself!" Doctor Song ignored the looks of the young nurses and continued with the work in his hands.
She doesn't have time to flirt with them. She would rather spend that time processing more medicinal herbs.
"Hey, don't we care about you? Since you look down on her, we have to take action!" The young nurses are all around 10 years old, and some of them are single. Now that they meet someone with such good conditions, they naturally have to take the initiative.
"Whatever!" Song Qingyu didn't even raise her head.
"Doctor Song is too cruel to marry me off so easily!" Gu Zeyuan walked in.
"Gu...Captain Gu, you're here!" The young nurse's face flushed.
"Why are you here?" Song Qingyu frowned. Didn't she tell him not to come and disturb her?
"I don't want to either, but I need Doctor Song's treatment now." After saying that, he raised his right hand, which had a large area burned on it.
Seeing this, Song Qingyu sighed and stood up to get the burn ointment and gauze.
"I... let's go." There was no way a third person could come in between the two of them, so it was unclear what was going on.
Gu Zeyuan just watched quietly as Song Qingyu applied medicine to him.
"ah!"
"Hiss!" A cry of pain.
"I thought you didn't feel any pain." Song Qingyu raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You are my painkiller. The pain goes away when I see you." Gu Zeyuan's hands were shaking with pain.
Song Qingyu glanced at him and said, "Remember to change the medicine on time and don't touch the water."
Gu Zeyuan leaned over to Song Qingyu in a smug manner, "Tell me... should I avoid certain foods? I can't eat soy sauce, and I should avoid black foods. If I get a scar, it'll be ugly and it'll delay my marriage. I'm afraid my wife won't mind my hand. It's so ugly."
Song Qingyu slightly retracted her bandaged hand.
“Aiyah!”
"hiss!"
Gu Zeyuan saw Song Qingyu had finished bandaging and ran away quickly, and he became furious, "Well... I know, my future daughter-in-law is beautiful and kind, she will definitely not mind."
Seeing that everyone had left, the room returned to its usual quietness, and Song Qingyu's lips curled up slightly.
Garment factory.
"Director, good news!"
The garment factory has been extremely busy recently. Director Tong brought back several samples, and the factory worked overtime to research and produce the patterns. They first produced a thousand pieces to test the waters. Unexpectedly, the sales were very good, and they have now continued to produce more than 10,000 pieces.
Unexpectedly, it’s sold out again.
The head of the sales department came specifically to report the good news to Director Tong.
"Xiao Wang, how is it?" Director Tong was also anxious. After all, this was his decision. If something went wrong, his position as director might be in jeopardy. After all, their garment factory had not developed as well as other garment factories in the past two years, and leaders at all levels were watching.
"Director, they're all sold out again!"
"Hahaha, really! That's great! I was saying this girl's designs are inspired!"
"Worth it! This money is worth it!"
After Director Tong came back and held a meeting, everyone opposed him at first, thinking that it was unfair to spend so much money to hire a designer who was rarely seen.
Now, in just a few days, more than 20,000 pieces have been sold. How can we not be excited?
Director Tong hurriedly called the textile factory, "Hello?"
"Lao Ma, it's done. More than 20,000 pieces have been sold out. Please send the fabric to us as soon as possible. We need to increase production and seize the market while the market is hot." Director Tong was very happy.
"Haha, your garment factory got a bargain. Originally, we wanted Feng Jiaojiao to stay, but her husband has a good job and they are newlyweds, so they don't want to be separated. That's why we let you get such a good deal." Director Ma of the textile factory now regrets it.
"Oh? There is such a thing?" Director Tong really didn't know.
Director Ma then told the story about the previous sabotage caused by foreign maintenance workers, and that the couple were both talented people.
"So Feng Jiaojiao can speak English. Then she must go to this conference!" Director Tong slapped his thigh happily.
He tapped his fingers on the table, then suddenly remembered something and called the accounting department again.
"Hey, Xiao Li, quickly pay Designer Feng the other portion of his salary for this month. It's 100% of this month's net sales profit. I'll sign it later."
Director Tong knows very well that if you want the horse to run, you must first feed it with grass. If you don’t give people enough benefits, why would they be willing to come to work in their factory?
There are cheap ones, but what’s the point if they can’t design hit clothes?
He heard that foreign designers made more money, so he followed their example. As long as he could keep Feng Jiaojiao to continue designing clothes for their factory, he would make back the money many times over.
He is now looking forward to the exhibition, wondering if it can make their factory popular. He has been eyeing the foreign trade orders for a long time.
We are all factories, so why can they earn more money in US dollars? What makes their factory different?
If they don't do their best to save face, their factory will have no chance to attend the next advertising conference.
Feng Jiaojiao received a remittance slip for one thousand six hundred and ten yuan.
"This...how much is this? Am I seeing things right?" An Li rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
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