Feeling the elasticity in his grasp, Yang Wuxu dared not administer the dicine to himself again and instead placed a pill into Fei Qing’s mouth, whose eyes reddened. "Rest assured, Xiao Xu, I won’t let them manipulate any longer."
"And your father, in this world, the only person who genuinely cares about you is ," Yang Wuxu murmured in a low voice, his eyes reflecting nothing but ferocity.
Looking out from the villa occupied by Yang Wuxu and Fei Qing, one could see a stretch of azure sea. Compared to the sordid situation inside the villa, the scene on the sea was much more splendid.
At noon, while most residents of the Sixth District were having lunch and discussing trivial matters from the morning, a series of horn blasts resounded.
The white fus expelled were not clouds, but the exhaust from the smokestack of a colossal ship.
Several days earlier, the resorts owned by the Hang Fei families on the coastal side of the Sixth District had closed for winter repair, refusing further business. More than half a month had passed and aside from a few who crossed the maintenance boundary, no one noticed a huge vessel entering near the shore.
On the beach, the winter sea rolled white foam under the scorching white Sunshine, more mild-mannered than the sumr sea.
"Uncle Su, you were the first to spot this catamaran," Hang Yishao, after taking Su Qingzhang away, didn’t rush to Espr straight away. He had already spoken to Su Ziceng over the phone, telling her he had taken Su Qingzhang out for a stroll.
On the other end of the phone, a bustling noise greeted Su Ziceng before she could understand why Hang Yishao took Su Qingzhang to the seaside, she then heard the busy tone following Hang Yishao’s rather comfortable laugh.
"Yishao, this guy, always adds to my troubles," Su Ziceng looked at the near-chaotic Espr, unable to imagine that her earlier actions would attract so many custors.
"The situation in Bianjing City is pretty much the sa," Sister Mu carefully avoided the crowd and by the ti she reached Su Ziceng’s side, she was already drenched in sweat.
"Custor response is better than I expected, but there are so issues," Su Ziceng gazed at the clothes disappearing one by one from the shelves, ntally calculating how long their warehouse inventory could hold out.
"My thoughts align with yours; given this rate of sales, we need to ramp up production." The goods in the Espr store were directly processed from the United States, aid at achieving an initial victory and leaving a good impression on custors.
"If we ask the Arican factories to work overti, our profit margin will be even slimr," Su Ziceng hesitated when she relayed the intention to boost production to Jim.
"Can we consider moving the production lines to our own country?" This suggestion was made by Lin Ying.
"No," Director Jim was the first to object, "I acknowledge the purchasing power of Country Z, but I’m very skeptical about its manufacturing ability."
The cell phone was passed between them, and Su Ziceng, still hesitant, made a decision: "Jim, many of the world’s finished garnts are made in Country Z, and in the next ten years, Country Z will beco the factory of the world. That’s sothing you must face."
"Ziceng, I believe in your ability to predict the market, but unless you find workers and sewing masters I can trust, I won’t allow you to gamble with Espr’s quality." Jim, though Arican, approached matters with strictness and preferred to speak with facts.
"What’s so hard about that?" Sister Mu also felt a sense of pride being from Country Z, "A sewing master who has been in long-term cooperation with and his factory can solve this problem."
The hurried phone eting ca to an end among them. For now, they could only leave the task to Sister Mu. The first day’s explosive sales had depleted Espr’s warehouse by half.
At closing ti in the evening, Sister Mu was elatedly counting the day’s revenue, while Su Ziceng tidied up and grabbed a coat to leave.
"I’m going to the seaside; I have no idea what Yishao is up to, pushing father to the seaside, and he still hasn’t returned by now," Initially, Su Ziceng thought Hang Yishao would soon send Su Qingzhang back, but after contacting the housekeeper, she learned that since parting at the lawyer’s office, Su Qingzhang hadn’t returned.
Fortunately, Espr was located very close to the Sixth District, so Su Ziceng simply decided to walk there. When she entered the Sixth District, she felt an unusual silence around her. At this ti, it should’ve been peak hours for finishing work and school, with children and adults making rry noises in the streets and alleys.
As she approached the seaside, she saw almost the entire population of the Sixth District gathered on the broken seawall.
In the crowd, Su Ziceng spotted a familiar silhouette; Yang Wuxi’s youngest sister was squeezing through, seemingly drawn to sothing particularly attractive at sea.
"Wuxi," Su Ziceng pulled Yang Wuxi out of the crowd, fearing in her eagerness she might fall into the sea. She might harbor no goodwill towards Yang Wuxu, but Yang Wuxi was different, rely an innocent child.
"Sister Ziceng, look!" Like all the onlookers, Su Ziceng was stunned upon seeing the enormous vessel at sea.
How could he be here? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to co to Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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