The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Fortunately, as soon as he entered the working state, Yang Luoyan forgot to worry about the weather.

With the successive broadcast of the TV series "Miss Public Relations", the popularity of public relations outfits and one-step skirts continues to rise across the country.

In order to fully absorb the heat, not only the new and old garment factories in Furongyi Lane continued to operate at full capacity, but also signed a larger OEM contract with Shanghai No. 1 Garment Factory.

The production of one-step skirts and bodybuilding pants is all outsourced.

They say women hold up half the sky.

In the clothing market, Yang Luoyan felt that what her husband Wu Yuan said was more accurate.

That is women can hold up half the sky.

Most of the consumption is supported by women.

A small portion remains for children.

As for the men's market, there is also a market, almost only children lead the way.

It can't be compared with women at all.

Yang Luoyan even felt that if Furongyi Lane could persist in the women's clothing market and become a major brand, it would even be comparable to her husband's business.

There is no way, now in Beigang, only his own man can become the target of his pursuit.

Everyone else is less than qualified.

Half a day passed in a blink of an eye.

Just before lunch, the phone on Yang Luoyan's desk rang.

I thought it was another agent or distributor calling to ask for the goods, but it turned out to be Ye Yun.

"Sister Yun, it's been a long time."

"Luoyan, although we haven't seen each other for a long time, I see the clothes made by your factory every day, and they are really selling well. Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Sister Yun. If there is a chance tomorrow, I will tailor two sets for Sister Yun."

"Then I can't afford the design fee."

"No money, it's our honor for an intelligent woman like Sister Yun to wear our clothes in Furongyi Lane, how can we still charge money?"

"Haha, thank you, thank you." Ye Yun was very happy after hearing this, and turned to business: "That's right, Luoyan. Recently, we saw the popularity of "Miss Public Relations" in our magazine, like doing a public relations issue Miss's topic, I was wondering if your factory could provide some clothing support."

As soon as Yang Luoyan heard it, she became interested, but she didn't forget to ask first: "Can you mention the name of our factory?"

"That's natural, and you can't let you sponsor and support it for nothing, right?"

Yang Luoyan readily agreed: "Then there's no problem, Sister Yun, I'll let someone from the Shanghai main store contact you. At that time, you can choose the clothes in the specialty store."

"Then it's settled."

"That's a deal."

In fact, the exposure of Furongyi Lane in CCTV advertisements is enough.

But no one thinks they are too hot.

There is nothing wrong with promoting it in multiple magazines.

Besides, isn't it just borrowing a few sets of clothes?

piece of cake.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Luoyan was in a good mood.

But he forgot about going to dinner again, and reapproved the documents on the desk.

It wasn't until Jiang Fan came to look for her that she suddenly remembered.

The sister-in-law and sister-in-law went to the cafeteria to eat together, and Su Ke followed behind.

It was still raining outside, and the holly in front of the building became darker and greener.

Jiang Fan asked: "What is brother-in-law doing in BJ? He never comes back."

Yang Luoyan said: "He has his own affairs, no one can do without him."

Jiang Fan was dumbfounded: "If you dare to think like this, sooner or later you will cry."

Yang Luoyan said stubbornly: "I have nothing to cry about. Our factory is developing so well, and I have a bunch of like-minded sisters like you. Without him, I can't live anymore?"

Jiang Fan changed his perspective and persuaded: "I think our factory is now on the right track. You also go to BJ's Chacha post every now and then. Don't we lack the time and strength?"

Yang Luoyan shook Jiang Fan's arm and said, "Okay, I know, Second Sister-in-law."

In fact, Wu Yuan said on the phone yesterday that he would bring her a mysterious gift this time.

Regarding this, Yang Luoyan was ashamed to say it.

If the time comes, there will be silk stockings and the like again, how can people talk to others.

Huang Lao's courtyard house.

Taking advantage of the time after lunch, Wu Yuan was making a mysterious gift for his daughter-in-law—a rosewood bracelet.

Let's string this bracelet, neither big nor small.

It should be suitable for the daughter-in-law's bright wrist, and it should not be obtrusive, but also look good.

Compared with the first sample made by hand, and so many finished products for Mr. Huang, it took a lot of effort.

Fortunately, Wu Yuan was not in a hurry, so he just took advantage of this afternoon to do it by hand, and it would be good.

In a blink of an eye, it was the evening.

Wu Yuan was going to the old man's courtyard to settle the bill with the old man.

But I saw that the three of them came back first, followed by the master who had a much stiffer back.

Wu Yuan came forward to greet him, and he gave the old man a cigarette, lit it and said, "Why did you come here yourself, then old man?"

Smoking a cigarette, the master pulled Wu Yuan aside and stuffed the old man's head for him: "Is it enough? Not enough for you to talk, our master is not bad."

"Enough is definitely enough," Wu Yuan said immediately, "I still have to find you twenty more."

The old man waved his hand: "You don't need to change the money. From now on in this area, you will fill in people's pits according to this salary. If you lose a dime, then I will not do it."

Well, it’s okay to give more money, but it’s not okay to be a big injustice.

Wu Yuan nodded when he heard the words: "Okay, don't worry then, I will pay you outright."

In fact, the little worker does not earn any money by working.

Wu Yuan originally planned to charge 80 yuan, but after deducting the 30 yuan a day's wages of the three small workers, as well as a few dozen yuan for transportation and food subsidies, there will be 20 or 30 yuan left.

That's it, I have to go back and hand it over to Zou Ning, so that she can take it out of the account and record the work for Yao Lan and the others.

Fortunately, when Mercedes-Benz returned to the downstairs of the North Fourth Ring Office, the upstairs office was still lit.

Wu Yuan pushed the door to get out of the car, but was stopped by Ma Mingchao: "Boss, what should we do?"

Wu Yuan saw that it was the watermelon ball that Yu Xiaowan gave in the morning.

Except for eating two on the way in the morning, he forgot all the rest in the car, and at the end of the day, it was all rotten.

This certainly cannot be directly returned to others.

So I took it and took it to the office upstairs.

Song Xian is the only one left in Panpan's office, while Zou Ning and the Meng sisters are left on Tengda's side.

The three girls all wore one-step skirts and public relations outfits, which was quite timely in fashion.

Before Wu Yuan entered the door, he seemed to be complaining about something, but after seeing Wu Yuan, he immediately shut up.

Wu Yuan entered the room, handed the lunch box to Zou Ning and said, "Take out the inside and wash it for me."

Then he asked Meng Na and Meng Yao, "Why are you working overtime? Are you busy recently?"

Meng Na blushed and was embarrassed to speak.

Meng Yao didn't have such scruples and said, "We'd rather work overtime for a while than be nagged by our father when we go back."

Wu Yuan smiled and said, "Is it because of buying clothes?"

Meng Yao said bluntly: "Isn't that right, we didn't spend a penny from the family."

Wu Yuan nodded seriously: "It makes sense!"