Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 640: A Person Unlike Any Other

Song Yunuan set aside her tasks and headed to the garment factory.

Another hefty order was about to come flying in.

Zhilan Garment Factory had never actively peddled their goods since its inception.

Song Yunuan always felt this would cultivate a very bad habit among these people.

Especially her own father, Song Liang.

But now this was the situation, and these were the circumstances.

It really was the case... as long as the clothes were made, selling them was no concern.

Now, many private enterprises were sprouting up like mushrooms after rain.

Of course, this included garment factories and some private clothing and tailor shops...

But to say that any private companies could truly compete with Zhilan Garment Factory was almost nonexistent.

Of course, Zhilan Garment Factory only occupied a very small market share, and the national market was huge; they had not yet scaled up to that extent.

But for a factory that had come out of a rural area, this was already very impressive.

Song Yunuan had called ahead of time, indicating that she would bring back a major contract on this trip.

That is to say, Ai Department Store in Xiangjiang, also the first department store in Xiangjiang, would have a dedicated counter exclusively selling Zhilan Garment Factory’s apparel for all seasons.

This, for the moment, was still considered an export.

Therefore, it seemed as if Zhilan Garment Factory’s brand had invisibly been plated with a layer of gold.

Song Liang had now shifted his focus to Beidu.

After receiving the call, he had held several meetings.

Shu Xiang’s sister-in-law was working here as the deputy factory director.

She really had not expected to ever become a deputy factory director one day.

Now everyone called her Deputy Factory Director Han.

All the previous workers had followed her here too.

In fact, her sisters’ craftsmanship was very good, and through nearly a year without drawing salaries, they had realized how important it was to have a job.

At first, she thought some would seek better opportunities elsewhere, given that, although Zhilan Garment Factory sounded good with its exports and foreign exchange, at the end of the day, it was not a local factory, which could be spoken of in both good and bad terms.

To be honest, many locals treated outsiders with disdain.

There was also a sense of superiority from being high above.

To her surprise, no one wanted to transfer; instead, they directly followed her here.

At that time, she felt some pressure: if the factory wasn’t profitable and didn’t make money, what would she do?

But she hadn’t expected that this factory wouldn’t have to worry about making money at all; now the only concern was whether there were enough workers to meet the deadlines.

Song Liang’s principal message was, "Our factory’s clothes are not in dearth of buyers, but the premise is to maintain quality control. Now that we have a dedicated design team and our management team, completing production on schedule is of utmost importance. As for recruiting, let’s continue recruiting!"

On the point of recruitment, Song Yunuan naturally agreed.

After all, she could secure large orders within five years.

Within that time frame, there would be no worries about bankruptcy or layoffs.

Even if competition intensified in the future, people would still need clothes.

Moreover, as people’s standard of living improves, the demand for clothing will only increase.

This industry can be said to endure as long as it is well-managed.

Clothing, food, shelter, and transportation—clothing comes first.

Moreover, this industry is about building a brand. Currently stepping into international trade and Xiangjiang, and bartering with Kurt Gymm, the goal is to establish the brand.

Thus, Zhilan Garment Factory was also on the cusp of establishing Zhilan Company.

Following the contract signing, a substantial amount of capital would be injected.

Then, investments could be made into other ventures.

For instance, even real estate, which grandma loved, was an option on the table.

Mrs. Ai and Song Liang successfully signed the contract.

Deputy Factory Director Han accompanied Mrs. Ai on a tour around the factory, and Mrs. Ai truly hadn’t expected that Zhilan Garment Factory, which had only started a few years ago, not only had advanced management and equipment but also offered excellent treatment to its workers.

This could even be comparable to international conglomerates.

Mrs. Ai had already learned in advance that local people cherished secure and lucrative jobs.

Actually, there’s nothing wrong with that, people from Xiangjiang also like secure jobs.

For example, their civil servants also enjoy the same, with very good benefits.

But this factory gives off an energetic and thriving vibe.

It’s hard to know how Little Nuan’s mind works.

But one has to admit, some people are just born with many gifts in this world.

From the moment she decided to act, she was different from ordinary people.

Just like Song Yunuan, she is such a person.

To say that Mrs. Ai truly trusted Song Yunuan would be an understatement.

She actually felt comfortable leaving her three children in Song Yunuan’s care while she went to Hai City and several other cities to conduct her inspections.

Then Song Yunuan, along with a group of children, moved into the West Mountain Villa.

By this time, the first phase of the West Mountain Villa District had already been completed.

Song Yunuan herself had a separate villa.

And so did Old Mrs. Song.

And of course, Little Uncle and grandma’s family too.

As for Old Master Gu and Second Grandpa, as well as the other two grandpas who frequented, Song Yunuan wasn’t stingy and offered each of them a small villa.

It’s just that these people didn’t want them.

So Song Yunuan built twenty-nine small courtyards near the lakeside, resembling a sanatorium.

They were designed in an ancient style, with the entire architecture appearing authentically antique.

They were specially designed by architects and built by the best construction team.

The courtyards are almost finished now, but since it’s autumn, they won’t be livable until next spring.

By then, it would be perfect for planting flowers and vegetables, and if one wished, they could also raise chickens, ducks, and geese.

However, there are currently a flock of leisurely swans on the lake.

It makes one wonder what the scene would be like if there were geese.

But probably not much different.

Old Master Gu and Old Mr. Ji knew about these twenty-nine small courtyards.

They were very satisfied.

Because such courtyards were also quite becoming of their status.

As for the villas...

It’s no problem for people from Xiangjiang to live there, and for Song Yunuan and Xia Xindong to live there too.

But for them to live there at present seems somewhat inviting of resentment.

So these small courtyards are just perfect.

They are truly built with great consideration in mind.

Once Song Yunuan moved in with the children, stricter security was arranged.

Asheng and Yingying were picked up and dropped off at school by a dedicated car every day.

Then Mrs. Ai could focus on visiting the cities selected by her and her husband and negotiating with local staff on how to invest, build, and develop.

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Song Yunuan watched somewhat speechlessly as the little radish head tumbled on the carpet. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Hands on hips, she finally saw her brother Asheng come home from school and breathed a sigh of relief, as she still had a report to write.

It was just perfect that it was a two-day holiday, and after those two days, Mrs. Ai would be back.

Watching the three adorable, fair and tender little buns, who seemed like three little tails following her, Song Yunuan didn’t dwell on her own experiences, but felt the world was still quite magical.

When the three children first arrived, their health was average, looking a bit weak, but now their little faces were becoming rosier and they looked healthier.

Maybe it’s true what they say about older people being experienced and knowledgeable.

Old Mrs. Song and Zhu Feng whispered among themselves, saying the three children seemed to have been frightened, their spirits unsettled, wondering why they weren’t staying at home in peace, and instead were taken on a long journey for a trip.

They also whispered that Mrs. Ai didn’t know how to take care of children.

But from Song Yunuan’s perspective, some things just had to be believed.

Fortunately, it didn’t have any effect on her brother.