The person in charge came over more frequently in the afternoon, and the more I looked, the more worried I became. What's going on? Why are there so many more people making payments?
Not only did they fail to sell their high-end ready-to-wear garments, but they also sold very little fabric from other stalls.
If he had known it would sell so well, he would have agreed to sell it here at 13 yuan per meter. But it's also their fault. They used to only sell fabrics, and now they're selling clothes too. If they had brought the clothes over, would he have refused?
"Director Zhang, your business is doing very well."
"Oh, not at all. In the end, it's all thanks to the department store that everyone came in to see what was going on."
Director Zhang praised the department store a few more times, and the person in charge's expression improved considerably.
"Director Zhang, how about..."
As soon as he changed the subject, Director Zhang knew what he wanted to say. They had signed a three-month contract. Director Zhang coughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, they called me, I have to go back and check on them." He then left.
Person in charge: “…”
If it were sold like this, Director Zhang would naturally prefer it, as most of the profits would be in the hands of his own people, and apart from the rent, there would be no need to share with the department store.
Wei Hui had a day off today and couldn't refuse his mother's request to go home. Wei Song was a little angry that his son had been throwing a tantrum for so long and moved out to live alone. When he came back, the father and son ignored each other.
Fang Hui could only roll her eyes. When her son wasn't around, he would nag about this and that, but as soon as he came back, he would put on a sour face.
Fang Hui's sister-in-law got a job and went to another city alone a few days ago. Although her husband was always sighing at home, Fang Hui felt much more at ease.
At least we're in another city, so it's fine if we don't see each other.
"Alright, who wants to see you two, father and son, giving each other the cold shoulder? I'm going to go visit some neighbors."
Wei Song snorted and went to the study with his hands clasped, while Wei Hui sat in the living room without even raising his head.
The father and son both have incredibly short tempers.
Fang Hui ran back after a while. She glared at her husband in the study, who was clearly listening intently to the sounds outside, but refused to come out.
"Son, hurry up and go with your mother to the department store."
"What new and interesting things have come out? Or are there still foreign products?"
Wei Hui clapped his hands and stood up. His mother loved shopping. Once she went there, she would probably wander around until dark before coming back, even though the items in the department store hadn't changed much in the years.
"No, I heard that the textile factory in our city has a new material, and the clothes they make are especially beautiful. A lot of people went to see it, and of course your mother couldn't miss it."
"The textile factory in the city?"
There was only one textile factory in their city, and Wei Hui obediently followed his mother to go shopping.
Fang Hui found it strange. In the past, her son would always find excuses to refuse, and she would have to give him a good scolding before he would agree to go shopping with her. Why was he being so kind today?
"...Mom, how are we going to squeeze in with so many people?"
Wei Hui was terrified by what he saw. The place was packed with people, and because they allowed customers to get close to the merchandise, the flow of customers was even slower, and the crowd was getting bigger and bigger.
She felt breathless even before she got there, but Fang Hui became even more excited when she saw the scene.
"You're tall, hurry up and squeeze in to take a look!"
Wei Hui refused to move even after being pushed a few times by his mother, which made Fang Hui so angry that she almost hit him. After a while, he reluctantly squeezed a few steps in, and suddenly he saw Song Qing.
"sister in law?"
Most of the people who came were women. Even the men stayed outside and didn't want to squeeze in. Song Qing didn't expect to see Wei Hui when she looked up.
When Wei Hui saw her, he subconsciously looked to the side, but naturally did not find Lu Ronghui. Song Qing also remained silent.
"What are you standing here for? I'm not asking you to go in and take a look. You're really no use to me. What's the point of having you?"
Fang Hui saw her son standing there again and assumed he didn't want to go in, so she squeezed in and gave him a good scolding.
"This is?"
Upon entering, I discovered that my son was talking to the girl in front of him. Song Qing was 24 years old and had dressed up again today, wearing a beautiful dress. You couldn't tell at all that she was married.
Fang Hui had only inquired about Lu Ronghui's appearance and knew that she was an extremely beautiful girl. When she saw her son talking to her, she subconsciously assumed that she was Lu Ronghui.
She then remembered that her son had mentioned that the girl was working in a textile factory.
Fang Hui cleared her throat and asked very warmly, "Are you Xiao Hui?"
Wei Hui quickly coughed to interrupt his mother, "Mom, this is Comrade Song Qing, sister-in-law, this is my mother."
"Hello, Auntie"
Fang Hui felt awkward for a moment. It turned out that this was not Lu Ronghui, and she heard her son call her sister-in-law.
"Excuse me, young lady, you look too young. I thought you just graduated this year." Sister-in-law, could she be Lu Ronghui's sister-in-law? Right, her sister-in-law is also from the military region; this must be her.
She thought that her son had finally found love again, and she was so worried about his marriage. He just couldn't get along with any of the girls, except for this girl, Xiao Hui, whom he had shown some special interest in over the years. Fang Hui was determined not to hold her son back.
She only wanted to be warmer to Song Qing, but she didn't know that her enthusiasm was too frightening, and Song Qing choked up.
It's true that some people compliment her on her youth, but she is young to begin with, certainly not to the point where she only graduated this year, as some have claimed.
Seeing that Song Qing looked a little embarrassed, Wei Hui quickly tugged at his mother's sleeve from behind.
"Mom, didn't you say you wanted to buy clothes?"
"Oh? Right, right, Comrade Xiao Song, how much are these clothes?"
To be honest, the styles that Song Qing and the others displayed today were all for young girls, and none of them were suitable for Fang Hui's age.
However, since she was so enthusiastic, Song Qing simply led her inside to look at the fabrics.
Fang Hui originally thought that if this were Xiao Hui's sister-in-law, she would order a piece even if the material was bad. However, after touching a few pieces with Song Qing, she was extremely satisfied.
"This style is all for young women, it doesn't suit me, but I really love the fabric, Comrade Song, can I order one?"
"Auntie, you're right. As long as you like it and have the cloth coupons, you can buy as much as you want."
Fang Hui's family had cloth coupons. If her son had married Xiao Hui, she wanted to buy Xiao Hui a set of clothes, but that didn't happen.
This kid has been dragging his feet for so long without making any progress. Fang Hui is frustrated with him, but there's nothing she can do; she can't do it for him.
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