After the start of the school term, Tang Yue visited the clothing factory every Sunday to submit the sketches she had accumulated over the week to Deng Lanhua and then discussed with Tang Mingli how the factory’s clothing sales were doing.
Since the opening of his factory, most of the rchandise in Tang Mingli’s store ca from his factory, and he occasionally brought back so children’s clothing when delivering goods to the Provincial City.
It is worth ntioning that the clothing wholesalers in Provincial City specifically ca to place orders at Mingyue Clothing Factory.
The business in the factory was booming, Tang Mingli was always seen smiling and bustling around. With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, Tang Mingli’s mood was also getting better. Once this batch of goods was delivered to Song Weimin and the paynt settled, he planned to propose at the Wei Family.
"Uncle, after finishing this batch of autumn clothing, five groups will work on winter clothing, and the rest will make next spring’s clothing," Tang Yue reminded him. Besides so winter designs, this batch of sketches were mostly for spring clothing.
"By the way, Uncle, we also need to hire so people, specifically those who can go to different cities to take orders," Tang Yue specifically emphasized, "Although Song Weimin gives us lots of orders, for our factory to grow and perform well, relying just on these few cities is definitely not enough."
"Okay, but how do we find these people?" Tang Mingli said with a headache.
Currently, Tang Mingli managed all the big and small matters in the factory, while Tang Yue handled all the design aspects. He could only stay within the factory and couldn’t go anywhere else.
"Uncle, I think you should find soone to manage the factory so that you can go out and secure orders yourself," Tang Yue proposed after pondering for a while. The factory was short on people, especially managent talents, "Maybe next ti you go to the Provincial City, you could see if there is a suitable person?"
"That sounds good," Tang Mingli nodded. When he went to the Provincial City to deliver goods, he fortunately t the forr factory director of Fuyang Clothing Factory. The Fuyang Clothing Factory had been managed by the factory director, but due to the owner’s poor capital turnover and gambling issues, the factory was gambled away.
Consequently, the Fuyang Clothing Factory was mortgaged to soone else, and its forr factory director Ding Chao left.
Coincidentally, Tang Mingli t him.
Seeing that Ding Chao was capable, and after inquiring about him with others, he found that Factory Director Ding Chao was indeed quite capable. Hence, he brought Ding Chao to Mingyue Clothing Factory.
At first, Ding Chao thought Tang Mingli was deceiving him. Later, after seeing the factory—which seed not very large compared to his previous Fuyang Clothing Factory, but was actually much smaller—he seriously considered it.
Ding Chao was from a clothing factory in the Provincial City and taking over a small factory was a bit disappointing for him, even though Tang Mingli offered a decent salary, Ding Chao was still reluctant.
Tang Mingli exercised his eloquence, nearly talked his mouth dry, and after showing Ding Chao around the entire factory, Ding Chao’s eyes brightened when he saw the clothes in the sample room.
Tang Mingli seized the opportunity to talk about the bright future of the clothing factory. After Ding Chao examined the clothes carefully, he decided to stay.
Even if the factory director from Qianjin Clothing Factory, who had always been competing against him, ridiculed him, he wanted to stay in this factory.
Two days later, Ding Chao officially took over the managent of Mingyue Clothing Factory and corrected so of the factory’s malpractices. Being very responsible, Tang Mingli felt relieved.
On Sunday, when Tang Yue t Ding Chao, she saw a man in his forties with a stern face, but very efficient in his work, and she complinted, "Uncle, you have a good eye."
"Of course," said Tang Mingli proudly.
"By the way, Uncle, did Granny Tang know about your proposal during Mid-Autumn Festival?" Tang Yue suddenly asked.
After school started, Tang Yue had been busy and hadn’t had ti to inquire about it.
"I haven’t ntioned it yet," Tang Mingli touched his nose.
Tang Yue’s eyes widened in surprise and she asked anxiously, "Uncle, what if Granny Tang disagrees, what would happen?"
"How could that be? Granny Tang can’t wait for to get married. As long as it’s a woman, she would agree. Besides, Jiajia is so nice, Granny Tang has no reason not to agree," Tang Mingli spoke as if it was a matter of course.
Tang Yue suddenly realized, indeed, Sister Jiajia is from the Provincial City and her family is better off than the Tang Family. With such a woman marrying into the Tang Family, what could Granny Tang possibly be dissatisfied with?
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"Xiao Yue, Aunt Mo is here," Tang Mingli said mysteriously.
Tang Yue was in the factory examining a sample garnt when she suddenly heard about Aunt Mo, which imdiately made her anxious since Mo Siyu’s injury had not yet fully healed.
"Xiao Yue." Mo Xiaolin walked in warmly, holding a letter and handed it over to her, then left without saying much more.
Holding the letter, Tang Yue thought of Tang Mingli’s teasing eyes, and her face uncontrollably blushed.
Returning ho, Tang Yue sat alone, intently reading the letter. The handwriting was as elegant as the person himself, gracefully appealing. Between the lines, just like Mo Siyu, there was an aura of dominance, primarily asking whether Tang Yue failed to write him back or sothing of that sort.
Tang Yue was bewildered; ever since school started, she had been constantly busy and had indeed forgotten to write back to Mo Siyu.
She frantically searched her ho, found several sheets of letter paper, but staring at the pristine sheets, she did not know what to write.
Mo, Uncle?
This address, sohow, felt like a Lolita paired with an uncle vibe.
Tch, tch, tch.
Tang Yue quickly shook her head, casting away those ssy thoughts, she changed the salutation to "Mo Siyu."
Using the full na felt too distant. Eventually, Tang Yue decided to just use "Uncle Mo."
Uncle Mo:
Greetings!
After finishing the greeting in her delicate handwriting, Tang Yue, holding the pen, did not know what to write next.
Biting on the pen, writing to him, she would rather do ten assignnts; though it was a bit brain-consuming, at least the objectives were clear.
What should she write about in this letter?
One by one, the crumpled sheets of paper were tossed aside by Tang Yue. She had used up all the letter paper at ho and still could not produce a satisfactory letter. She decided to wait until tomorrow to buy more letter paper, then try writing again.
"Xiao Yue, have you started having a pen pal?" Zhang Tingyu looked at the letter papers bought by Tang Yue and was imdiately surprised, "I thought you were busy with howork every day, I didn’t expect you also wrote letters."
"Cough, if you can have pen pals, so can I," Tang Yue’s face flushed, and if Zhang Tingyu knew she was writing to Mo Siyu...
Thinking this, Tang Yue felt that she had to keep the letter tightly guarded.
In the evening, after Tang Yue had finished all her howork, she took the letter paper and started writing again. With yesterday’s experience, and fearful of wasting the paper, she first wrote what had to be written, then started to ponder what else to write.
Twirling the pen in her hand, a sudden spark of inspiration hit her, and she instantly knew what to write.
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