Eighty peasant wives are busy getting rich

Chapter 131 Chapter 131: The Memory Is Hidden

"I'm Zhao Xiaohuan." Zhao Xiaohuan answered concisely. Hearing that it was Zhao Xiaohuan's call, Li Ziyue couldn't calm down anymore, and even raised his voice a little.

"Zhao Xiaohuan, where are you now? I was wondering where to find you, so you called me, what a coincidence."

Zhao Xiaohuan asked tentatively, "You asked me to buy food?"

Li Ziyue felt that he couldn't explain this matter clearly, so it would be more sincere to ask her face to face, "This time it's not about food, how about it, let's meet and talk, where are you?"

"I'm in the county seat. After you come to the county seat, you can find me by calling this number. I have something to tell you."

"Okay." The two hung up the phone after talking, and Zhao Xiaohuan handed over the full authority to Wang Kang to open the clothing factory and clothing store. They had cooperated several times before, and Zhao Xiaohuan knew that Wang Kang was reliable, so she was at ease.

She began to sort out samples of some of the more popular clothes that were sold this time. After sorting out for a while, she found that the sales of children's clothing this time were particularly good, far exceeding more than 1000 pieces of men's and women's clothing, and the sales of children's shoes were also very good.

That's right, in this era of shortage of supplies, adults have money and spend it on their children. In later generations, the baby products industry can be regarded as a huge profit industry.

She went to the factory with the samples of children's clothing, found Li Dajiao and Zhao Nini, told them about the situation, and told them to produce more children's clothing, Li Dajiao and Zhao Nini said they knew.

Zhao Xiaohuan stayed in the factory all morning. In the afternoon, she went to another winery. She bought other wines to taste, trying to taste the difference between peach blossom wine and these wines.

The peach blossom wine is slightly sweet in the mouth, soft and mellow for a long time, and it is not easy to get drunk. These wines are a bit spicy and bitter in the mouth. She met an acquaintance in the winery. Yuan Shengyuan saw her and came over to say hello, "It's you, what? Do you like to drink?"

For some reason, when she saw Yuan Shengyuan, Zhao Xiaohuan would inexplicably think that he was Yuan Yi's own father, and that he had abandoned Yuan Yi. She simply thought that such a young child would have to suffer so much to survive without his parents. You can see what kind of person Yuan Shengyuan is.

She nodded expressionlessly, and said lightly, "Well, I like to drink a little."

Yuan Shengyuan didn't know her real thoughts, so he started to introduce wine to her, "Our wine sells very well, and there is no better wine in the whole county than ours."

"This winery belongs to you!" Zhao Xiaohuan heard him mention our winery, but he didn't expect such a coincidence.

Yuan Shengyuan nodded without denying, "Yes, if you like to drink, I can give you a few bottles. We have cooperated before, and I have always regarded you as a business partner!"

Zhao Xiaohuan thought that Yuan Yi had no memory of Yuan Shengyuan because he was young, but Yuan Shengyuan was different. He must have memories of Yuan Yi. Zhao Xiaohuan watched him and began to look up his memory.

In Yuan Shengyuan's memory, there is indeed a scene when he left home. He handed Yuan Yi in his arms to Wang Meihua, and then left without looking back.

Seeing this, the memory was interrupted, Zhao Xiaohuan thought, this should be the so-called selective amnesia in later generations, the memories she couldn't find were intentionally forgotten by Yuan Shengyuan, or hidden deep in the memory, unwilling to remember, come to think of it, this Bad memory for him too.

"Does Mr. Yuan have a son?"

Speaking of his son, Yuan Shengyuan's face flashed with pride, and he said with a smile, "Yes, my son is very promising. Although he is not very old, he has been very good at doing business since he was a child. Obviously he inherited it from me, etc. If there is a chance someday, I will introduce you."

"Can I ask how old he is?"

"20 years old, called Yuan Wentian"

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