Back in 1981: Marrying the love of your life

"Husband, do you really plan to make that Lu Xinyan the director of Nanyang Garment Factory?" On the co-pilot, Chen Xiuqing asked in a low voice.

Su Mu chuckled: "Of course it's impossible, since he can betray Ning Xin for profit, he can also betray me for profit, although I am not afraid, there is no need to use such a person." It's just that the subcontract hasn't been signed yet, and now I can't move him, so let him mistakenly think that I want to reuse him, so that he can also do his best and not trip behind his back.

After that, he glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Teacher Gao, Nanyang Garment Factory, those people responsible for maintaining and repairing the machine, what do you think?" "

Very good." Gao Ming replied: "That Cai Chun is quite humble, he is the material to do this business, and there is no big problem in other people's technology, that is, they need to pay attention to standardized operations."

Su Mu nodded and concentrated on driving.

About half an hour later, the brand of Qingshui Garment Factory appeared in sight.

Ji Xue opened the door and got out of the car, took the relevant procedures that had been prepared long ago, and showed it to the doorman to check.

After the doorman saw it, he opened the gate and let the group enter the factory.

Compared with Qingyang Garment Factory and Nanyang Garment Factory, the Qingshui Garment Factory in front of me looks a little old and smaller, but overall, the gap is not particularly large.

"Director Su!"

A shout came from the front.

I saw a man in a gray suit, half-white hair, and an age that looked to be in his fifties, trotting towards him.

Behind him, there are many people, all in a trotting way.

"Director Su, I'm Hong Lei, the director of Qingshui Garment Factory." The man in the gray suit stretched out his right hand, showing a very excited and happy look.

After shaking hands and greeting each other, the group hugged each other and went straight to the workshop.

It's just that Su Mu doesn't know that at this moment, a party about him is quietly unfolding in the state-run hotel in Qingyang Town.

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Qingyang Town, state-run hotel, private room on the second floor.

Directly opposite the main seat of the private room door, sat a man with a round body.

The man's name is Ke Zhenzhi, his face is white, his short hair looks very lean, and he looks like he is about thirty years old.

And if Su Mu was present, he would find that the dozen or so people in the private room were none other than some of the tailors who had taken the initiative to find him a month ago.

A moment later, Ke Zhenzhi stood up and said with a smile on his face: "Everyone has arrived, today I will be the host, while the dish has not yet come up, I will say a few words first."

"Wait." Someone opened his mouth and said: "Sister Hua hasn't come yet, if there is something serious, do you wait for her to come?" The

flower sister he was talking about was Ding Chunhua, the person who had previously gone to negotiate prices with Su Mu on behalf of the tailors.

"No need to wait." Ke Zhenzhi shook his head and said, "I deliberately didn't call Sister Hua."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present frowned slightly.

In the tailor industry in Qingyang Town, Ding Chunhua can't fault anyone, whether it is craftsmanship or behavior.

This is also the reason why when they went to Su Mu earlier, they unanimously elected Ding Chunhua as a representative.

Hearing Ke Zhenzhi say that deliberately did not invite Ding Chunhua made them feel that something was not quite right.

Ke Zhenzhi obviously also knew that Ding Chunhua had a lot of prestige, so he quickly explained: "Don't misunderstand, I don't have a prejudice against Sister Hua, but what I want to say next, it is not suitable for Sister Hua to know." Hearing

this, the tailors became strange one by one.

"What's not suitable for Sister Hua to know?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Ke Zhenzhi did not immediately answer the question, but smiled and said: "Su Qing's clothes are very hot now, a cousin of my own family, two days ago, found me, and asked me to help her grab a set of dress..."

After a pause, he held the edge of the table with both hands, his gaze swept over everyone's faces, and then lowered his voice: "I think this is an opportunity to make us rich overnight!" The

tailors exchanged glances with each other, and their brains turned relatively quickly, and they had roughly understood what Ke Zhenzhi meant.

Sure enough, I listened to Ke Zhenzhi say: "The price of Su Qing's dress is at least one hundred and ten yuan, we work hard and work hard to make it, but a set can only earn ten yuan, don't you think it's too unreasonable?" "

In the private room, it was immediately silent.

After a long while, someone said, "The account can't be calculated like this, right?" What we earn is processing fees, fabrics and the like are all provided by Su Mu, moreover, Su Mu didn't say in the newspaper, there is a reason why it is expensive, the fabric is imported, please Deng Lijun also spent a lot of money, the cost is high, the price is naturally high.

However, few people agreed with his words, and even fewer responded.

They understand the truth, but when they see the clothes they made, they sold for hundreds of dollars, but only ten pieces were obtained, and the red eyes were also really red.

Ke Zhenzhi secretly remembered everyone's reaction in his heart, and couldn't help but feel proud.

The effect was similar to what he expected.

Knowing that it had aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, Ke Zhenzhi hit the railway while it was hot: "Su Mu sold hundreds of clothes for a piece of clothing, but only gave us ten yuan, it is really black-hearted to the extreme, and the money he earned was all bought by us with blood and sweat."

Immediately, many people nodded in agreement.

In the eyes of these people, the success of Su Qing's clothing, their credit is more than half.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, even if Teng Lijun is famous, but without them to make clothes, can Su Mu sell it?

Thinking of this, the tailors can't help but feel more and more that they have worked hard and feel more and more unbalanced in their hearts.

Ke Zhenzhi knew that the time was almost right, so he spoke: "Su Qing's clothing is very hot now, why don't we take advantage of his popularity and make a fortune?"

"Yes!" Someone Huo Ran got up and echoed: "We have been doing it for so long, just don't look at the design drawings, we can make clothes with our eyes closed, anyway, the style is the same, even if we are cheaper than Su Mu, we can make a lot of money!"

Immediately after, many people nodded in agreement.

"Makes sense, I think it's capable!"

"I also think it's no problem, many people in the city are rushing to buy Su Qing's clothes, we have to seize the opportunity."

"Not only our city, I heard that there are many people from other cities, and they all went to Suqing clothing to buy clothes."

The more the tailors talked, the more excited they became, the more excited they became, feeling like a mountain of gold appeared in front of them, waiting to be dug.

Making clothes for Su Mu, a set can only earn ten yuan.

The clothes that can be made can be sold by yourself, even if the price is lowered, it can earn several times more.

How to make more money, how to scratch it, you can simply think with your feet to understand.