"Please ask Comrade Yang Weihua to lend me a room so that I can have some quiet time on the weekend." Song Yanzhang nodded.
"That's enough, it's time to go out." Yang Weihua took off his suit, folded it carefully and took it out.
Seeing the smiles on their faces, Qiao Mo knew they were very satisfied with the clothes. "Cousin, Brother Song, what do you think of these clothes? Are you interested in selling them?"
"Very good, Qiao Xiaomei, let's talk about the price..." Song Yanzhang sat opposite Qiao Mo and talked to her seriously about the price.
The two men argued for nearly an hour before they agreed on the price. Since private transactions were not allowed at that time, they did not dare to sign a contract. Of course, it would be useless even if they signed it. Without the constraints of a contract, they would be restricted in many things. In the end, they could only pay for the goods. Fortunately, Song Yanzhang and Yang Weihua had sufficient funds, so they bought nearly half of the goods the first time.
"Hey, little sister Qiao, you must have made a lot of money from this batch of clothes, right?" After finishing the business, Song Yanzhang lazily lay on the sofa.
"Where? Although those fabrics are defective fabrics from the printing and dyeing factory, I still have to re-dye them, and the money spent on them is no less than that of genuine fabrics. So I went to the printing and dyeing factory to buy defective products purely because I couldn't get the genuine products, so I had no choice." Qiao Mo shook his head and said.
"I can testify to this. She bought all the dyes and other materials at high prices. Add to that the cost of purchasing various equipment and labor, and the cost is no less than that of genuine fabrics." Yang Weihua also testified.
"I was wrong. If the cost of re-dyeing the fabrics was low, the printing and dyeing factory would have done it themselves. How could they have sold so much fabric at such a low price?" Song Yanzhang thought about it and felt that it made sense. The leaders of the printing and dyeing factory were not fools. If they could re-dye the fabrics into authentic ones with only a small amount of capital, why wouldn't they do it?
Little did he know that even with modern printing and dyeing technology and modern dyes, the fabrics could not meet the requirements of the originals even if they were re-dyed. In fact, they might even get worse with dyeing. Therefore, the printing and dyeing factory had to pile up so many old fabrics in the warehouse to gather dust.
This time, Yang Weihua helped them clear out the warehouse, and they had to be indebted to him. Therefore, in recent times, they have increased the share of defective fabrics given to Yang Weihua, allowing Yang Weihua and several brothers who followed him to make a small profit.
"Cousin, Brother Song, Qian, let's go have a meal together."
"Hey, let's go get a meal." Song Yanzhang was not a pretentious person. If Qiao Mo said to treat her, then so be it. She didn't need some money for food anyway.
They didn't go far and went to a nearby state-owned restaurant.
"Brother Song, you are the guest of honor today, so the task of ordering the food is left to you." Qiao Mo put the menu in front of Song Yanzhang.
"Don't be polite between us, and soon I will call you sister-in-law, and I will need you to protect me in the future." Song Yanzhang said with a smile, picked up the menu and ordered a few dishes at random.
"You're joking. You are my cousin's friend now and you will be my cousin's friend in the future. Brother Song, thank you for taking care of my cousin." Qiao Mo poured him a cup of tea.
"Wei Hua and I are both friends and partners. It's not a matter of who takes care of whom." Song Yanzhang smiled and shook his head. If it weren't for Yang Weihua, he might not have embarked on the road of gangsterism, let alone his current wealth.
"No matter what happens to you, as long as you are still my cousin and friend, I will recognize you as my big brother."
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