"I know you're not a reckless person." Yang Weihua nodded in understanding. He was afraid that if he missed the opportunity, he would miss it too. In fact, he didn't have to be so anxious. Qiao Mo was his cousin, and they could go find her at any time.
"Thank you for your understanding. I was too impatient today." Song Yanzhang said with a smile.
"We don't need to be so polite to each other." Yang Weihua also smiled and shook his head.
When Qiao Mo returned home, he immediately entered the space, took a bath in the bathroom, washed the clothes he had taken off, and then left the space. He hung the clothes on the wire on the veranda, walked around the yard a few times as a walk, and then went to the study to read and study.
The next day, I went to the black market with Wu Weiqian and his brother in the morning, went to Wu's house to study with Bai Ge in the morning, and went home to take a nap after lunch.
After waking up from a nap, I tidied up the room, took out a book, sat on the sofa in the living room, and read while eating raspberries I took out from the space.
Yang Weihua was rather impatient. She had just finished half a bowl of raspberries and read a few pages of a book when she came to the door.
He brought in two pieces of white polyester. One piece had problems during the weaving process, and these problems were magnified several times after printing and dyeing. It became a defective product that no one wanted even at the internal price, so it had to be piled up in the warehouse. The other piece had problems during printing and dyeing, that is, the dyeing was uneven, and some places had yellow spots or beige blocks. In short, they were all unsalable products.
"Cousin, how much is one piece of cloth?" Qiao Mo opened both pieces of cloth and looked at them carefully. One piece of cloth could only be cut into a few pieces of clothing. If he bought it to make clothes, he would definitely lose all his money. But he didn't have such concerns if he used it to make fake collars. If the price was right, he could still make a profit.
"One hundred and twenty dollars a horse."
"A bolt of cloth is about thirty-three meters long, which is about four yuan per meter. Cousin, how much did you get for this amount of cloth?"
"How much do you want?"
"If they're all of this quality, I'll take as many as you can get." Qiao Mo said with determination, knowing she only had one chance.
Once the fake collars were on the market, she would no longer have a share of the fabrics. Even if she could buy them with the help of Yang Weihua, the price would not be so low and the market would be in fierce competition. So she wanted to get as much fabric as possible.
"Cousin, what do you want so much cloth for?" Yang Weihua asked with a frown. Most of this kind of cloth is bought by garment factories to make pockets, and few people want it elsewhere.
"Of course I have my strengths, cousin. I'm counting on you. Whether I can make a fortune this year depends on how much cloth you can get for me." Qiao Mo said with a sigh.
"Cousin, don't forget that you promised Song Yanzhang to invest." Yang Weihua looked at her worriedly.
"Don't worry, if your other partner is reliable, I will also invest 40,000." This was the conclusion Qiao Mo had considered again and again. Song Yanzhang hoped that she could invest more. It would be inappropriate for her to take less, but she should not take more than the two major shareholders, otherwise she would be ungrateful.
"There's quite a bit of this stuff in the dyeing and printing factory's warehouse, at least over two hundred pieces. Are you sure you can eat it all?"
"I can afford anything under 50,000." Qiao Mo knew Yang Weihua was kind-hearted, so he revealed a little about his family background. "I have some shares in my friend's house."
"I understand. I will deliver all the goods to you tomorrow." Yang Weihua nodded in understanding. No wonder she could decide the price of such a large quantity of goods.
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