Their tailor shop was doing quite well now; at the end of the month, after all the expenses, each person could take ho at least over 1,000 yuan, and the inco was quite stable.
At this ti, such an inco really considered one as a small boss, and those with a net worth of ten thousand yuan were still very much sought after.
Now at the tailor shop, they hired four tailors, working eights hours a day with a monthly salary of 50 yuan. If overti was needed, it would be paid by the hour.
These tailors lived nearby, all four were middle-aged won in their thirties or forties, with elders and children in their families.
Previously, they simply moved their sewing machines to the street to help people with nding and altering sizes of clothes, not making much money each day.
Now, working at this apparel shop, they could earn at least 60 or 70 yuan including overti each month, and they were all quite satisfied, each one concentrating on their work here.
When Fang Pingying and Juzi arrived, all of them stood up to greet them.
Fang Pingying smiled at them, told them to carry on with their work, and then looked around, examining the manual workmanship of a few people.
In fact, the styles of the clothes were all designed by Fang Pingying based on the popular designs after the 90s, which Juzi drew out, and these tailors just had to make the clothes according to the drawings.
So for them, they only needed to be a little more careful and make their handiwork a bit finer.
Fang Pingying walked over to a tailor nad Zhou Hong to check her work and reminded her to cut off the loose threads from the garnts she was making.
Among the four, Zhou Hong tended to be careless and shirked her responsibilities.
If not for the fact that her skills were decent and that she was divorced with a child to raise, Fang Pingying had indeed planned to dismiss her.
Zhou Hong was aware of her shortcomings and sowhat apologized to Fang Pingying, "Boss Fang, I will pay more attention in the future."
Fang Pingying frowned, "Sister Zhou, you’ve said this many tis. Don’t just talk the talk; your work needs to be more precise. If you continue like this, next month I’ll have to consider whether to keep you on."
Zhou Hong, with her head down and mouth pouted, but with a smile resurfacing as she raised her head, said, "I understand, I’ll be more careful in the future."
"Hmm, your craftsmanship is good, and you work fast. Just be a little more serious, and there will be no problem," Fang Pingying, feeling sympathy for Zhou Hong who had a child and a tough life, sincerely hoped she would earnestly make money here, and spoke to her wholeheartedly, "After all, you have been working here for a while. We consider each other familiar. We always need people to do the work, and it’s better to employ those we know than strangers. I truly hope you all can continue working here for the long term."
Zhou Hong imdiately nodded in agreent, "Okay, I understand, I will pay attention."
Seeing that Zhou Hong had a positive attitude towards acknowledging her mistakes, Fang Pingying did not say more; after looking around with Juzi, she went back to the front of the shop.
After a while, Huang Lin rushed over from the military, saying he would make a phone call in advance, go to soone’s ho and clarify things.
However, as soon as Huang Lin made the call, he ca out with an anxious look on his face and called for Luo Zhiyong, "Zhiyong, I’m late. His family said the hospital summoned him half an hour ago; I guess it was Zhiming who made the call."
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"Then let’s go to the hospital together, and I’ll make my stance clear," Luo Zhiyong said sowhat angrily. "This was Luo Zhiming’s own idea, and it has nothing to do with . If you’re going to make a fuss, don’t involve ."
Huang Lin nodded, and the reporter asked Luo Zhiyong to go to the hospital first. "Alright, let’s go have a look."
As Luo Zhiyong walked outside and saw that it was already dark, he turned back and instructed Fang Pingying, "Pingying, you can wait here for . I’ll co back later to take you ho. It’s getting dark and I’m worried about you being alone."
Fang Pingying didn’t respond, but Li Aihua waved at him with a smile, "You go ahead, I’ll take her back later, and stop by your place for dinner."
Only then did Luo Zhiyong feel at ease. "Okay, thanks Auntie."
When Fang Pingying and Li Aihua returned to the shop, it was completely dark. She told Yu’er to close the shop and then asked her to go ho with her for dinner.
Fang Pingying’s apartnt was on the third floor, with narrow stairs, and coincidentally, the lights were out today, so they groped their way back in the dark.
While climbing the stairs, because she was worried about Fang Pingying’s safety, Liu Aihua kept silent.
Once they reached the top, Fang Pingying fiddled with her keys to unlock the door, while Li Aihua chastised her, "The conditions in your house are just too poor, there’s not even a light at night. What would you do if you were alone? I think you shouldn’t stay here while you’re pregnant. Stay at my place—I’m living in a small courtyard with Uncle Zhao. We have several rooms, and you’d have a place to stay."
Fang Pingying replied with a laugh, "No need, my house is close to the shop, and the light’s only broken today. Usually, we have light."
"That’s still no good, living here with a baby is really poor conditions..."
Li Aihua hadn’t finished speaking when the door suddenly opened from the inside. Then they saw Zhou Yuni with a face full of scorn, watching them from inside the room, "Oh, talking about poor conditions? If you’re so rich, Mom, why not buy your daughter a nice house to live in? Every ti I see you, you’re all dressed up so extravagantly; you don’t seem like soone who can’t afford a house."
After saying that, she sat down on the sofa with a smug look, curling her lips, "If you buy your daughter a house, let , her mother-in-law, also share in so of the glory, eh?"
Seeing Zhou Yuni, Li Aihua’s combative spirit was aroused.
She supported Fang Pingying into the room, and then looked at Zhou Yuni with a playful smile, "Even if I buy a house for my daughter, it’s for her to live in. Why would you partake in that glory? You’re not my daughter."
"You..." Zhou Yuni was imdiately choked up by these words, and it took her a good while to angrily point at Li Aihua, "I’m telling you, I’m speaking to you nicely today. Don’t go picking a fight."
"So what if I’m picking a fight? Are you going to eat alive?" Li Aihua raised her eyebrows, brushed off Zhou Yuni’s pointing hand, and spoke indifferently and leisurely, "Moreover, was that nice and polite talk just now? Aren’t you just seeking revenge because you didn’t win the argunt last ti?"
"You..." Zhou Yuni was certainly thinking just that, but since it was pinpointed by Li Aihua, she was not in a position to admit it directly.
She couldn’t win an argunt against Li Aihua, so she suddenly turned the spearhead towards Fang Pingying, "Fang Pingying, what do you say? Are you going to let your mother bully like this?"
Looking at Zhou Yuni’s deanor, Fang Pingying suddenly felt like laughing.
Did Zhou Yuni really think she was so kind of traditional daughter-in-law who would silently swallow her tears after being aggrieved? Or did she imagine that she used to treat her daughter-in-law well, and now expected her to side with her against her own mother? It was a delusional fantasy.
She didn’t join Li Aihua in confronting her, and Zhou Yuni should be thankful that she didn’t seek revenge for past grievances. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for it and give it a monthly ticket on Qidian (qidian). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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