After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

"You'd better come to the factory when you have time. I have something to do recently." He seemed hesitant to speak, which was obviously not suitable for telling Loxyd next to her.

"Would you like to have dinner together tomorrow?" Sera turned her head, her tone soft and flattering.

"You don't need me to go with you?" Losid was dissatisfied.

"No, I'll be fine." She straightened his clothes for him, then held his face and kissed him, "Am I leaving?"

The school of etiquette is not in a downtown street, and Nesera is not afraid of being seen in the alley, and her actions instantly brighten the mood of the people in front of her.

Losid chuckled, "Okay then, I'll ask Zachary to bring back some pastries for you tomorrow."

"Don't bother Zachary, Khalida is repairing the fish pond recently, he probably needs to measure the size."

"What?" Lloyd was puzzled for a moment.

Sera waved his hand to urge him to leave quickly, "It's okay, anyway, let Terry go, I'll go first."

She hired a car and the steward of the laundry to get to the factory.

Walking into the factory, I found that the clothes baskets that were supposed to be piled high on the mountain were empty, and the workers had few clothes. Only half of the dozen or so female slaves were washing clothes, and the other half were idly cleaning the factory, or doing some handwork for their own clothes. live.

This was the first time Sera had seen such a leisurely moment.

"Just now we passed by the newly opened Mosen Laundry Factory, and you saw it too." The steward said in a low voice, "The price over there is half that of ours, and we are doing activities to pick up clothes orders. The source of customers, the clothes list of the railway and the scattered miners have all been picked up by them."

"Half lower?" Sera asked curiously: "I visited various laundry prices at the beginning, and the one I finally set was already the lowest price, and the money I earned was only supported by the quantity. How many black slaves did they employ?"

"That's the problem. We rely on quantity to make money, but the other party seems to have hired more than 30 black slaves." The steward replied with a troubled face: "I passed by the factory over there several times after work. I came to the factory at five o'clock, and the lights were still on there, and it never stopped all night."

Sierra was thoughtful, and there was only one answer, "My father and stepmother are desperately ordering these black slaves. Will they have enough rest time or get paid?"

"I calculated an account, and there are none at present." The steward said: "More than 30 black slaves need five or six thousand gold coins. We used to collect only a hundred gold coins per day. They just opened half a month ago, far from Pay back."

"No wonder you're in such a hurry." Sierra patted her arm, which was scratched and scratched by the summer mosquitoes.

She looked up at the sweltering laundry factory, thought for a while and said, "Let's raise the price, we can't do a loss-making business and take orders from the rich."

"I also want to come to you to discuss this matter. It would be great if you agree."

Sera nodded, "Go and talk to Khalida too, she has a lot of connections and can help us attract a lot of people, and I'll give you another sum of money by the way."

"what?"

Sera looked back at him, "It's hot in summer, and I paid out of my own pocket to supply ice cubes to cool down the factory every day."

"Will the cost be too high?" The steward hesitated.

The corners of Sera's lips curled up, with a look of planning, "Don't panic, because sooner or later something will happen to the Mawson Laundry Factory. Before my old father gets us involved, we must first make our own reputation, and we will leave the factory every Sunday. The slaves in the village go out and give them a day off."