Eighty peasant wives are busy getting rich

125 Chapter 125: The price hasn't dropped at all
"There are 68 people who didn't come today, so I'll look for them right away." After Li Dajiao finished speaking, he was about to go out to look for them, and Aunt Zhou chased after them.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

Zhao Xiaohuan went to two other factories. These two factories were not affected, and everything was normal. After the people from the garment factory came back, Zhao Xiaohuan talked to them.

Knowing that they are only afraid of those little bastards, they are afraid to come to work, Zhao Xiaohuan can also understand that everyone is a little girl, and it is normal to be afraid. She promised everyone that those few people will never come again, and Bring everyone back to work.

Zhao Xiaohuan started to solve the problem this time, she asked, "Nini, are there still our clothes in the mall?"

"No more, the store manager saw that their clothes were selling well, so he put away all our clothes." Zhao Nini was still angry when she spoke, and secretly scolded the store manager for being snobby. Not such an attitude.

"Well, I see, Nini, I'm going to ask you to make a trip. You go to all the clothing stores in the county to talk. If they agree to sell our clothes, I will give them 100 yuan a day."

Zhao Xiaohuan is very clear that her colleagues know that she is a new factory, and when everything is unstable, as long as there is a little disturbance, they will not be able to continue. They are determined to take her job, so she will not easily follow them. meaning.

"Ok"

After Zhao Nini left, Zhao Xiaohuan took paper and a pen, and quickly drew the styles of several popular bags in later generations. After she drew dozens of pictures, she passed them on to everyone, "Everyone will sew bags according to the picture I drew above. , From now until tomorrow morning, we will try our best to make more packages."

"it is good."

She picked a few pieces of bright fabric to sew the bag, and the color of her bag matched the clothes as much as possible so that it would look attractive and beautiful.

Everyone was busy with their work with their heads down, and the whole factory was quiet. As soon as Zhao Xiaohuan looked up, it was the next morning. She asked everyone to stop what they were doing, and went back to the dormitory to have a good sleep after dinner. Don't go, want to do more.

Zhao Nini came back, panting and walked in front of Zhao Xiaohuan, and said happily, "Xiaohuan, I ran all night and talked to 21 companies, and they are willing to display our clothes."

Zhao Xiaohuan counted the number of bags she made, 21, enough, she patted Zhao Nini on the shoulder and said something.

"Thank you for your hard work. We don't have much work today. Everyone, go back and have a good rest. Let's continue working tomorrow."

"Okay." Everyone felt that Zhao Xiaohuan didn't announce the suspension of work, and it was a good thing to earn money.

Zhao Xiaohuan and Zhao Nini sent the matching clothes and bags to those clothing stores, and told them the price that the clothes should be sold at. The people in the clothing store felt that the price was a bit high, and they might not be easy to sell, but Zhao Xiaohuan did not lower the price. The price is exactly the same.

On the other side, in the manager's office of the shopping mall, the people who run the clothing factory laughed and mocked, "I think Zhao Xiaohuan's clothing factory is going to be over this time."

"It's better to close it earlier, so that we have one less competitor. We put down our face to cooperate with her, but she still doesn't agree. A newcomer should make her suffer."

"I see, it's the same. How can a yellow-haired girl beat our veterans? I think the factory will be closed soon."

After those people finished talking, the manager's secretary came in and reported to the manager, "Manager, Zhao Xiaohuan has put her clothes back in those clothing stores, and the price hasn't dropped at all..."

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