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The Yin family.

A man in a suit was holding three small clothes, looking at the little animals on them over and over.

I've been watching for quite a while now.

Ruan Tinghe wasn't in a hurry, just a little surprised.

How did this news get to the textile factory?

She was still clutching the business card the man had given her; it read Zhu Xiuwen, textile factory manager.

The man introduced himself upon arrival, and then asked to see the children's clothes.

"Great! Excellent!" Zhu Xiuwen stroked the small animal with his fingers, praising it with delight.

"It's so lifelike! So novel and interesting! No wonder Liang Yali kept praising it to me!"

Zhu Xiuwen finally put down the clothes and took out a child's winter coat from the bag. It was probably for a seven or eight-year-old child. He unfolded it and found a finger-length cut at the corner.

"Girl, look," Zhu Xiuwen said, prying open the cut, revealing a hand could actually fit through it. "Can such a large cut be repaired this way?"

The other party brought gifts and was very polite; they were introduced by Liang Yali.

Ruan Tinghe naturally treated him with courtesy.

"Can."

Zhu Xiuwen became excited. "Really? Then what do you think I should embroider?"

"Don't worry, young lady, I won't ask you for help for nothing." Zhu Xiuwen, fearing that Ruan Tinghe might misunderstand, explained first, "It's like this, this is a new product from my younger brother Cheng's clothing factory, and it's due for delivery next month, but it was accidentally cut. There's no time to remake it. So I wanted to ask if you have any solutions."

His younger brother is useless; whenever there's a problem, he just cries and begs for his help.

He only has one younger brother, who can only help clean up his messes.

"I can pay you after it's done! You name the price!" Zhu Xiuwen was very generous; he came with sincerity.

Since the other party was so straightforward and willing to pay, Ruan Tinghe had to make a profit!

She checked the seams of her clothes, and many patterns flashed through her mind.

The opening is long and narrow, so it needs to be covered with something very long or very large. Since it's a winter coat for a child, it needs to be something funny and cute.

Ruan Tinghe likes to use her brain while writing.

As the images appeared in his mind, portraits also appeared on the canvas.

A cat with its tail held high, a dog chasing butterflies...

Zhu Xiuwen's eyes widened in amazement; they were all so interesting!

"How did you draw these dogs and cats so well? They look so real! They're amazing, I want them all!" Even Zhu Xiuwen loved them, let alone the children!

Zhu Xiuwen produced a contract, clearly prepared beforehand. "I'll take all of these. Write down a price, and we'll sign the contract now! But these paintings can't be used by anyone else afterward!"

Ruan Tinghe didn't expect the other party to be so agreeable.

She had considered selling clothing design sketches before, but realized she didn't have the talent for design!

I never imagined that drawing patterns on clothes could earn me money.

However, this kind of opportunity is only available in large cities like Shanghai.

Seeing her like this, Zhu Xiuwen knew that she was also undecided.

"Here's what I'll do: I'll buy them all for 20 yuan each, the price of high-end clothing designs. How about that? Little girl, that's quite a lot. If I weren't in such a hurry, you'd have done me a huge favor, and I wouldn't have to pay this!"

20 yuan is a lot for Ruan Tinghe now!

You know, in her past life in modern times, she drew novel covers for authors! And she only got five yuan a sheet! It's a story full of tears!

"Okay!" Ruan Tinghe took the contract and signed it.

Perhaps if this collaboration goes well, there will be opportunities to continue collaborating in the future.

She needs money! Lots and lots of money!

Both parties were straightforward people, and they quickly signed the documents, exchanging money for the painting.

So, when the crowd of onlookers arrived, they saw Zhu Xiuwen pull out a wad of ten-yuan bills and give it to Ruan Tinghe.

It looks like it costs over a hundred yuan!

This left the onlookers completely stunned.

"Girl! I'll come back to you if I ever need anything!"

"OK!"

As soon as Ruan Tinghe saw the person off, some middle-aged women immediately gathered around to gossip.

"Ruan Tinghe, what does the textile factory manager need money for?"

Ruan Tinghe had no intention of hiding it. These people had seen her receiving money. If she tried to cover it up, who knows what kind of disgusting rumors would spread. She wasn't afraid, but she was afraid that the rumors would hurt the children.

So he explained, "He asked me to draw for him. It's 20 yuan a piece, do you want to draw?"

"What!" Everyone gasped again, and even the sunflower seeds lost their appeal.

"What kind of painting is it? It's so expensive!"

"These are the animals I embroider on your children's clothes."

"Those cats and dogs cost 20 yuan!"

Some people didn't believe it. "Comrade Ruan, don't try to fool us. We'll have you embroider that on for 5 cents."

"Yes, what if they lied to the textile factory manager and got us into trouble!"

"That's the price!" Ruan Tinghe said impatiently. "I only charged you 5 cents because we all live in the family compound, and I didn't sell you the copyright. You can only watch, not sell it, otherwise it's infringing on my copyright!"

"And that boss just now bought the copyright for 20 yuan, understand?"

The group looked at each other, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Ruan Tinghe sighed, waved, and went inside.

She sold seven paintings today and earned 140 yuan.

We have to treat the kids to a good celebration!

Meanwhile, on the other side, there's the black market.

Ruan Jiaojiao covered her face and moved furtively through the alley.

Soon they came to a man who was shaking his leg while smoking a hookah. The man had a large black mole on the corner of his mouth, with long hair on it. He had a faint scar on his cheek and looked to be in his forties or fifties.

She held out her hand: "I have a hairy mole! Where's the medicine I asked for?"

The man with the mole blew a puff of smoke at her, "What's the rush? We haven't even received the goods yet."

"Why are you so slow!" Ruan Jiaojiao said angrily. "You took so much money from me! You can't even handle this simple task! A bunch of useless trash!"

"Pah!" The man with the mole spat a mouthful of phlegm near Ruan Jiaojiao's feet, his fierce face lengthening. "I said no, and that's final! Do you want to die?!"

Ruan Jiaojiao shrank back, "Why are you yelling at me! I give you so much money every month, can't I even say a few words!"

The man with the mole squeezed the cigarettes in the bag; they were almost all gone!

This woman needs to be kept around so that we can get the money every month.

"We'll get that medicine from somewhere else. If you want it, just wait! If you're really in a hurry, you can use other medicines instead."

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up. "What medicine?"

"For the pigs, do you want some?"

"Yes! She should use the pig medicine!" After all, the medicine they used four years ago was for pigs! "But I also want the human kind, hurry up!"

The medicine for the pigs was given to Ruan Tinghe.

She kept the person for herself!

"Okay, pay up."

"What? You want more money? Didn't I already give you a lot this month?"

"You have to pay if you want the medicine!"

When faced with a rogue, Ruan Jiaojiao had no choice but to obediently hand over the money.