Because of Ning Zhihuan's involvement, no one mentioned this matter again.
However, the fact that no one mentioned it didn't mean it had just passed. Ning Hong clearly felt that people other than Ning Zhihuan had become much colder towards her.
Even Ning Zhigan, that stupid guy, ignored me.
Besides being angry, I couldn't help but feel a bit resentful.
I hate that the Ning family is a bunch of brainless people. They just follow that old woman and do whatever she says.
Fortunately, Ning Zhihuan was surprisingly nice to him, so he and his family were all peaceful.
The second batch of clothes was still being rushed, so Ning Zhihuan went to the village entrance to find a few widows to help with the work.
These widows had no jobs after their husbands died, so they took odd jobs everywhere. Ning Zhihuan offered them a job with a good salary, a commission of one dollar per person per day, which made Ning Zhihuan have a good reputation among this group of people.
In this way, Ning Zhihuan unknowingly changed from a fool into a very good person, and provided jobs to many widows in the village.
Over time, many women who couldn't find jobs came to Chen Zhu to establish relationships.
There just wasn't enough manpower, so Ning Zhihuan took all the orders, no matter how many came. Later, there were about a dozen women sitting in the Ning family yard, sewing and mending.
While mending the clothes, Chen Zhu sighed that the clothes made by her were really beautiful.
Of course, these widows do not have access to the design drawings. Although they may not all be as gifted as Chen Zhu to understand the drawings, it is better to keep such secrets in one's own hands just in case.
Their job was to cut the fabric and then sew it under Chen Zhu's instruction. Although it was troublesome, it was more reassuring.
Chen Zhu took charge of all the work of making clothes, which gave Ning Zhi some free time. He read books all day, preparing to be a freshman in the first grade of junior high school when school starts next time.
In fact, it is a bit late for her to enter the first grade of junior high school at her age, but it is obviously not a wise choice to talk about skipping grades now.
It makes people think that she is too ambitious and wants to run before she has learned to walk. It would be better for her to start learning from the first grade of junior high school, which can also deceive others.
Just like that, half a month later, 30 garments were produced. It really makes you sigh that there is strength in numbers. This was even before everyone had a chance to get used to each other, so the next time around, the coordination will only be better.
The auction has to be held at Ning Zhihuan Club, and you have to go.
So Chen Zhu took Ning Zhihuan to the town.
Along the way, Ning Zhihuan could feel Chen Zhu's hands trembling. She was excited and her joy was beyond words.
Compared to before, Ning Zhihuan could clearly feel that Chen Zhu smiled more often and her whole person became more sunny.
Unlike before when I was doing odd jobs in a dark factory, every day was a repetitive cycle, and there was no novelty in life, just like a machine.
How can I not be excited when I make money, a lot of money, by doing what I love?
Seeing Chen Zhu's happiness, Ning Zhihuan was also infected. He took lighter steps and the two of them rushed to the town.
When they arrived in the town, there were already a lot of people gathered around the place where they had set up their stall before, and many people were discussing whether they would come and how long it would take.
"I've been queuing here since six o'clock. I have to buy first!"
"Hahaha, aren't you a bit tacky? You can't buy this dress just by arriving early. It's auctioned off, and the highest bidder wins. I brought plenty of money this time."
"Are they coming today?"
“…”
Listening to the discussion, Ning Zhihuan's smile widened.
This is a good phenomenon. Prices will rise only when supply is less than demand.
There are too many wolves and too little meat, so the clothes can be sold at a good price.
So Ning Zhihuan took Chen Zhu and squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, and walked to the small stall reserved in the middle of the crowd.
To be honest, it’s not that no one wants to grab this position. This golden position was "brought out of the circle" by Ning Zhihuan.
But it was surrounded by people early in the morning, and other vendors had no chance to grab this position.
I can only watch helplessly.
As soon as Chen Zhu and Ning Zhihuan appeared, they attracted everyone's attention. To be more precise, it was the black bags in their hands that attracted everyone's attention.
Many people came here because they saw the clothes, but they had never seen how beautiful they were, so they wanted to poke a hole in the bag with their eyes.
The crowds were pushing and shoving each other, jostling each other, and doing everything they could to get to the front of the line.
In the end, it was Ning Zhihuan who stepped in to control the situation and put the clothes out one by one. There was no need to exaggerate the atmosphere. As soon as the clothes came out, the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.
Everyone was amazed and thought that seeing is believing, and the rumors were true.
The design of this dress is very new and at the forefront of fashion. However, it is constrained by the thinking of the times and is something that designers of this era cannot design no matter what.
Even if he went abroad to study, he would not have as much experience as Ning Zhihuan.
It can be said that the clothes designed by Ning Zhihuan represent the highest level of Chinese clothing at present. Of course, this is her self-proclaimed title; of course, there are other book-travelers who are excluded.
As usual, the rules were explained and the auction began.
Everyone's spirits were high, and the enthusiasm was about to swallow Ning Zhihuan up.
In this atmosphere, Ning Zhihuan couldn't help but feel a little excited, and his voice became much higher.
Because I was afraid that some people couldn't hear me clearly, I basically just shouted in the end.
Chen Zhu looked a little distressed, but she was the kind of person who would get red in the face whenever she argued with others, so naturally she couldn't help at all, and Ning Zhihuan didn't let her help.
Ning Zhihuan roared until his voice became hoarse.
All thirty pieces of clothing were sold, and the final transaction price was 1578.2, which means that one piece of clothing was equivalent to about 50.
When the money was stuffed into Chen Zhu's hands, she felt a little light and unreal.
I have never seen so many red banknotes in my life.
Ning Zhihuan's throat was so sore that he could only communicate with her using sign language and occasionally speaking a few words.
Chen Zhu probably understood what she meant - to let her leave first, as she had something else to do.
Chen Zhu was obviously hesitant. On the one hand, she felt that it was not safe for Ning Zhihuan to walk around the town alone. She had not forgotten the incident with the human trafficker last time.
On the other hand, I feel that I will not feel at ease if I don’t get the money back quickly.
She always felt as if someone was eyeing the money in her hands.
Besides, she still had to get back to work preparing the next batch of clothes. Ning Zhihuan said, "Selling clothes every two weeks for a short period of time is what's called... hunger marketing?" Over time, it's inevitable that people will forget about it, so the production cycle needs to be shortened.
Finally, under Ning Zhihuan's persuasion, Chen Zhu repeatedly reminded her to be careful and come back early, and then she left, looking back every three steps.
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