Tonight is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the moon in the sky is as round as a silver plate, casting a silvery glow that makes the ground very bright.

"Have you encountered something good?" The two held hands and walked forward slowly, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

"I showed my article to Teacher Fang, and he asked me to send it to the provincial newspaper to see if it can be published."

"Ah, really? That's great!" Yang Liu was really happy for Lin Zhiyu.

Seeing Yang Liu looking up at him, her bright eyes full of surprise, Lin Zhiyu felt a little embarrassed: "I don't know if it will work yet?"

"Even if it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time. After you move, you will have a study room and you can write with peace of mind."

"Well, when the time comes, we will pick up the children and we will live a good life."

Living a good life together as a family is probably their greatest expectation for marriage and happiness; the two of them seem to have seen the happiness not far away, and their smiles are particularly sweet and happy.

The next day, Liu Wenying came early. Yang Liu brought the cut clothes with the drawings and explained them to her carefully. Liu Wenying could actually understand Yang Liu's drawings, but Yang Liu still explained the precautions carefully. Liu Wenying also

Also not careless at all.

After explaining, Yang Liu set off for the Third Textile Factory.

At the gate of Factory No. 3, the old gatekeeper asked her very seriously who she was looking for.

Yang Liu said she was looking for Factory Director Liu and had already made an appointment. The old man raised his eyelids and looked at her and told her to wait while he went in to ask.

However, before the old janitor could make any move, he saw Xiao Gu running over in a hurry.

"Sister Yang, Director Liu is waiting above. Come in with me."

When Yang Liu left with Xiao Gu, the old janitor poked his head out of the window to look, and couldn't help but mutter: "This girl can actually let Xiao Gu pick her up in person. Where did she come from? Could it be that she came from the province? It's not like that.

Ah, how can someone from the province not be followed?"

At this time, a worker came over and asked, "Who is that person?"

"I don't know. They said they made an appointment with Factory Director Liu, tsk tsk, or Xiao Gu came to pick him up in person. I don't know what the background is."

The man was very disdainful: "We, Factory Manager Liu, don't know what to think. Why should Haohao Textile Factory run a garment factory? If it's so good, then it's our turn?"

The old janitor glanced at the man: "At least Factory Director Liu is a working man, which is better than just hanging around. Humph, if the factory can't pay wages, are you going to drink the northwest wind?"

Even after being reprimanded, the workers did not dare to quarrel with the old man, so they walked away rubbing their noses.

Factory Director Liu and Yang Liu sat down and talked for more than half an hour, and finally decided that in addition to signing a contract with Yang Liu to make patterns, Yang Liu would also come to the factory to guide the workers' techniques.

Yang Liu thought for a while and suggested: "Director Liu, I suggest you invite a few college students studying fashion design to come to the factory. After all, talent is the most important thing if you want to develop."

"College student?" Director Liu looked at the table with his hands and thought.

"It's only been a few years since the college entrance examination was resumed, and it's hard to find college students studying design!" Although Director Liu found it difficult, he still agreed: "I can still find two or three people, but I'm afraid these people may not be able to do things right away.

I still need you to help me take care of it then, how about that?"

"Okay, just bring the person here, I will teach you with all my heart."

Factory Manager Liu nodded with satisfaction, stood up and said, "Let's go to the conference room. We still have to convince a bunch of old guys."

There were several men sitting in the office, and Director Liu personally introduced Yangliu and the cooperation with Yangliu to everyone.

Everyone knows that state-owned units cannot enter casually, and Yang Liu is even more unwilling to be tied down.

Sitting next to Director Liu was Song Jinhua, the deputy director in his fifties. He looked quite dissatisfied after hearing what Director Liu said. He glanced at Yang Liu with a knife-like look. He wanted to see what this woman was capable of?

The old factory director retired. He was expected to become the factory director. Unexpectedly, the superiors sent a woman to come down. Moreover, this woman had a temper as hard as a rock. She did not give the old people like them any face at all. They were carrying out reforms in a turbulent time. Now they have found a little girl.

Being a consultant is just a joke!

Everyone present looked at Director Song in silence. Director Song was very satisfied with such practical authority. He drank the tea slowly, put the lid on the cup and put it on the table. Then he coughed and cleared his throat.

"Xiao Yang, you are not an urban registered permanent resident, are you? Are rural registered permanent residents allowed to move to the city to compete with urban registered permanent residents for job opportunities?"

Yang Liu was not offended by his words, but said calmly: "Director Song, I am not competing with others for jobs, but it happens that what I can do is exactly what you need. It is just a win-win situation for both of us."

"Humph, a win-win situation? You win, right? You make money and you get the status of consultant to our third factory, but I don't see what benefits we get?"

After saying that, he laughed and glanced at the people around him. Those men immediately laughed too. Director Liu sat in the middle and did not speak. Instead, he looked at her with interest.

"Director Song, I believe you and everyone here know better than me the current situation of Factory No. 3. Since we are going to make clothes, what kind of clothes should we make? Make ordinary clothes on the market? How to compete with other manufacturers? Make new models.

Clothes? Who will design them?"

New clothes? This is not easy. Everyone fell silent.

Yang Liu added: "There was a news report in the newspaper that a famous foreign fashion master held a fashion model catwalk show in Beijing. Although only a few people got tickets to watch it, this should be a signal that foreign clothing brands

We have already entered, and our clothing will open up a colorful world. If we can make a name for ourselves at this time and occupy a place in the clothing manufacturing industry, we will definitely have a bright future."

Yang Liu took out a picture album from his bag and handed it to Factory Manager Liu: "These are two design drawings I drew last night. What do you think of Factory Manager Liu? Can they hit the market?"

Director Liu opened the album, his eyes lit up, he turned to the second page and looked at it for a while, then handed the album to Director Song.

Song Jinhua's originally careless demeanor instantly calmed down a bit. A pair of hawk-like eyes looked from the album to Yang Liu, seeing that she maintained a calm smile from beginning to end.

He suddenly realized that this woman was not simple.

The picture album was passed around in the hands of everyone present, and Yang Liu took it and put it in his bag.

Everyone looked at the bag she placed on her knees. The bag was made of three colors and embroidered with a blooming peony flower. It was very beautiful.

Director Song frowned: "Xiao Yang, what you call plate making is to hand over paintings like this to us?"

"Of course not!" Yang Liu smiled: "Pattern making is not that easy. I first need to draw out the design, then make the pattern, make it into sample clothes, adjust the pattern, and finally finalize the craftsmanship and grade the pattern!"

After a pause, she glanced at everyone who was listening attentively: "In mass production, we also need to determine the printing, fabric, production time and other issues. Finally, there is sales. Once it is done, we still have to think about how to sell it and how to price it? Of course.

, these are the things that everyone here is worried about."

Song Jinhua stayed in the No. 3 Factory all his life, and he knew the current situation of the factory better than anyone else, and had a deeper affection for the factory than anyone else. Seeing that Yang Liu was speaking eloquently, he said seriously: "Listen to what Consultant Yang said, I know all these things."

As I understand it, you will need to be more careful when the time comes."

From Xiao Yang to Consultant Yang, the transition was quite fast and quite natural. Yang Liu smiled and nodded.

A middle-aged man next to him said: "The superiors require our third factory to only pay 80% of the profits and keep the remaining 20% ​​for ourselves. However, they also require me to be responsible for my own profits and losses. In other words, the superiors will not allocate any funds."

The salary is given to us, but if we don’t work hard, we will have no way out.”

A balding man next to him touched his head and sighed: "The first factory is my son, there is no shortage of orders at all, the second factory is also good, and we will take care of them first if there are more orders. Alas!"

Factory Director Liu scanned the crowd and finally made a final decision: "I heard a saying, change is a trend. If we follow the trend, we will definitely surpass the first and second factories. You know, no matter how much they do, the wages will be dead, but we are different.

With 20% retained for ourselves, we can pay wages and bonuses. As long as we have money, we can do many, many things."
Chapter completed!