Suddenly the conference room fell silent.
"There have indeed been a lot of false rumors circulating in the factory recently. I hope that after this meeting, no one will bring them up again. I've already met with Director Tong. Dongfanghong's decision not to cooperate with my textile factory is entirely the new director's own decision and has nothing to do with anyone else."
The factory director's voice was resounding, and after he finished speaking, many people didn't dare to look up at him.
They all had their own speculations, but they didn't add fuel to the fire like the people below, but they also didn't stop the rumors.
The so-called mind your own business.
"Director, someone from Beijing Yongxing Garment Factory came to inspect our textile factory." The people below didn't care about anything else and rushed into the meeting room.
"What! Take us to see it!" The factory manager was excited. It was like someone was giving him a pillow just as he was dozing off.
In the conference room, a group of people followed the factory director to take a look.
"Hello? Are you from Beijing Yongxing Garment Factory?" The factory director extended his hand to shake hands from a distance.
This time, Yongxing sent Mr. Liu and several entourages.
Lu Liangwei first considered letting Mr. Liu go on a business trip so that he could give him a subsidy, and secondly, he could give him a raise in salary, because Mr. Liu's wife was ill and needed to buy medicine and take care of her health.
Mr. Liu has profound attainments in fabrics, and he has always been in charge of fabric dyeing at Yongxing Garment Factory.
So Mr. Liu is the most suitable candidate.
Lu Liangwei also told Mr. Liu about the situation here. Mr. Liu and Feng Jiaojiao had a good relationship and had received favors from her. This was a matter of giving her face, so he was willing to make a trip.
"Hello, I'm Liu Zhuqing from the design department of Yongxing Garment Factory. You can just call me Lao Liu." He is so old now and doesn't care about those empty titles.
These old guys in the design department of Yongxing Garment Factory are not willing to submit to each other, and each has his own abilities.
Ray Lui did not rank them one, three, or four, they were all called Mr. Liu and Mr. Huang, and to the outside world they were all designers in the clothing factory.
"Hey, Comrade Liu, you have come from so far away, we must treat you well. Let's go to the office and rest for a while." The factory director didn't know this person yet, so he had to chat with him.
"No, let's go directly to the workshop and warehouse to look at the fabrics. I'm here on a mission too. Director Feng heard about your textile factory and asked me to come and take a look. If the fabrics and craftsmanship are good, we can try to cooperate."
Mr. Liu knows that if you want to understand a textile factory, you have to go to its workshops and warehouses to see what it has.
What's there to talk about with these leaders? It's just mutual flattery. He is here for inspection. His main task is to see whether the fabrics produced by their textile factories are suitable for their garment factories.
"Director Feng?" Everyone was confused. Who was this Director Feng?
"You must be Director Feng's father, right? It's easy to tell you two apart." Old Liu could tell the relationship between Feng's father and Feng Jiaojiao at a glance.
After all, they are blood relatives and look alike in many ways, especially the daughter Xiao father. It can be said that Feng Jiaojiao combines all the advantages of Feng's father and Feng's mother.
It is not difficult to imagine that Feng Jiaojiao is so beautiful, how could her parents not be good-looking.
Besides, if a rich lady could fall in love with a man, how could he be ordinary in appearance?
At the beginning, Feng's father was very handsome, otherwise why would Feng's mother, Song Min, leave home for Feng's father and be willing to follow him.
"Hello, Mr. Liu, what did Jiaojiao say to you?" Feng Daquan was still puzzled. He didn't say anything to his daughter.
"I came here this time because Director Feng is worried about your situation. She's worried about you. And as you know, Yongxing is such a large factory, we can't have a single source of supply. Directors Lu and Feng asked me to come and investigate. If it's possible, we can establish a cooperative relationship."
After hearing this, Mr. Feng couldn't help but sigh, it has to be her daughter.
When did this girl become so perceptive? He just made a phone call to inquire and someone was sent over immediately.
"Hey, isn't this like family? Come on, I'll take you to the workshop. Needless to say, the fabrics in our textile factory can stand the test." The factory director thought for a moment and came up with an idea.
What a fate this old Feng has, to have such a promising daughter.
After hearing this, how could everyone in the textile factory not understand? Feng Daquan's daughter was the director of Yongxing Garment Factory.
This fact really shocked them.
How young is his daughter? She has already become the factory director.
This is because he was afraid that his own father would be wronged, so he sent someone to support him.
Now, no one dared to say anything. Without Dongfanghong, the daughter went to a bigger and better garment factory.
As for the man who had always been resentful towards Feng's father, he didn't even dare to look up, for fear that Feng's father would come after him. After all, it was he who spread many rumors.
After Mr. Liu took his people to visit the textile factory, he found that it was quite good, even better than he had imagined.
It is indeed worth their cooperation.
Mr. Liu stayed here for a while, and after talking to Yongxing on the phone, he decided to place an order here and reserved 100,000 pieces of fabric.
Because these are styles prepared for the Autumn Canton Fair, the quantity will definitely not be small.
"How...how many?" The factory manager was stunned. He thought it would be good to have a few thousand horses, but he didn't expect so many.
This is a super big order, Dongfanghong can’t compare to it at all.
"You may not know this, but our factory manager Feng signed a contract worth nearly 200 million US dollars at the Canton Fair this time. Do you think our factory needs less fabrics?" Old Liu said proudly.
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