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Jiang Muren clenched his fist. "I can do it, Second Brother, Little Sister. I will definitely try my best not to hold you back."

"Third Brother, you won't hold us back. You're the backbone of our tailor shop now. If it weren't for you, our tailor, we wouldn't be able to keep this shop running."

Jiang Yuyan patted her third brother on the shoulder with a smile, encouraging him to be more confident.

Because the shop space was too monotonous, Jiang Yuyan planned to divide the shop into two spaces.

One space is dedicated to displaying finished garments, while the other space is the third brother's private studio, where he can also take orders for high-end custom-made clothing, mainly targeting the upper class.

Jiang Yuyan slumped over the table, distressed. "If only I could open my own factory! That way, I could send my designs to a garment factory to make clothes, and my third brother could handle the custom orders. It would be a clear division of labor, and it would definitely be much busier than if he were working alone right now, wouldn't it?"

Hearing her words, Jiang Muxuan pondered for a moment, "Little sister, I think I know a factory that you mentioned, but it seems to be not very profitable. You might be disappointed when you see it."

Jiang Yuyan immediately straightened up, overjoyed, "Big brother, you really know? Wow, whether I'm disappointed or not, I'll go see him first."

After half an hour,

Four people stood in a clothing factory with a dilapidated gate, their faces filled with shock.

"This... Brother, are you sure it's a textile factory and not a scrap yard? This place is so dilapidated!" Jiang Muren said honestly.

Jiang Muxuan turned his wheelchair around. "You'll know once you go inside."

The three followed behind him, watching in shock as Jiang Muxuan shook hands with the textile factory manager. The two looked like close buddies, which truly astonished them.

"...Yes, the garment factory is not doing well right now. We can hardly get any large orders, and there are few small orders now. We can't even cover the cost of running the machines, let alone paying the workers' wages. It's tough."

Jiang Yuyan and the other two twitched their lips.

Is this really true? They haven't even looked at it, and the factory manager is already complaining about being poor?

After taking a tour, Jiang Yuyan and the others immediately understood the factory director's predicament.

Besides the expenses and workers' wages he mentioned, the factory also had a large stock of unused new fabric, and this was the biggest loss.

If we can use up this batch of fabric, it will not only save the garment factory, but also allow it to continue operating.

In an awkward situation, there was an urgent matter that required the factory manager's attention, so he temporarily stepped away.

Jiang Yuyan and the other two quickly pushed Jiang Muxuan to a secluded spot.

Jiang Muyi: "Brother, this place is too poor. No one can save it, and it's not suitable to be our garment factory."

Jiang Muren nodded in agreement, afraid that his elder brother might actually soften his heart and agree.

Jiang Yuyan frowned, thought of several methods, and felt that the garment factory was not really beyond saving.

However, there is one most important question—

"Brother, do you know this is a state-owned garment factory? Even if we want to do something, we can't do business with it in a private capacity."

Jiang Muxuan nodded, "However, if we don't start work here and don't pay the workers' wages, the workers will go on strike and the garment factory won't be able to operate."

"Little sister, I consulted Master Qi carefully, and he said that Beijing is the first district to pilot this program, with relaxed policies that allow transactions between private individuals and state-owned factories."

He was never a kind person, and he would never be so kind as to ask his younger sister to help others when he had nothing of his own.

He would never have brought them here if there were no profit to be made, much less have told them that the garment factory here was about to go bankrupt.

Jiang Yuyan raised an eyebrow. "Does Big Brother mean that this garment factory can serve as our tailor shop's workshop, making clothes for us?"

"Yes, I know that if my third brother were to work alone, even if he didn't eat or drink, he wouldn't be able to produce many clothes."

"If there were a clothing factory, you girls could just give them whatever clothes you wanted to design. We'd sign a contract with them, so we wouldn't have to worry about them breaking it."

Jiang Yuyan nodded. She did think that if she wanted to do clothing business, she would definitely need to cooperate with clothing factories. Otherwise, her third brother alone could not support the entire clothing business.

"Sure, let's see how much the factory manager is willing to offer?"

The factory manager's office at the garment factory.

"...What? You signed a contract with the factory in your personal capacity? And you're even placing an order? Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Yuyan: "Factory director, how could we joke about something like this?"

"By the way, these are our design drafts. We'll produce 600 sets of each style in small, medium, and large sizes. There are ten design drafts in total, which is ten sets. 6,000 sets in total, can the factory manager calculate the total cost?"

Not only did the factory director swallow hard, but Jiang Muyi and Jiang Muren, who were standing behind Jiang Yuyan, also couldn't help but swallow hard.

Did you add an extra zero to the quantity, little sister?

How much would that cost?

They've only just opened their shop and haven't even made any money yet, but they've already spent so much money. Is that really a good idea?

The factory manager pulled out his abacus and started calculating rapidly, his eyes growing brighter with each calculation. "Comrade Jiang, are you sure you really want to place such a large order? The cost is considerable!"

Although the factory manager wanted to make money, he was also worried that the young girl wouldn't be able to come up with so much money.

Jiang Yuyan nodded, her expression very firm.

"Ahem, because you've placed a large order, I can give you a 20% discount. Each set of clothes is 3 yuan, and 6,000 sets will cost a total of 18000 yuan. According to the rules, you have to pay half of the deposit first, which is 9000 yuan."

Jiang Yuyan also had roughly the same price in mind.

but--

"Factory manager, we provided this design. If you release it without authorization or plagiarize our design, you will have to pay ten times the amount owed, write us an apology letter, and publish a statement in the newspaper."

Factory manager: "..."

"No, comrade, isn't this going a bit too far? It's just a few design drafts, why are you making it sound like some confidential document, demanding our factory pay ten times the amount? That's 18!"

Jiang Yuyan carefully checked the design draft.

"Of course, I'm not only serious, but I'll also write that into our contract. How to manage it is the factory manager's business. We're handing over the design drafts to your factory because we trust you. If you can't even do this much, who will dare to do business with you in the future?"

Seeing the factory manager's exaggerated expression, she still insisted on speaking.

"Factory manager, you can call your garment factory's designer over. Take this design out and see which garment factory has ever produced one like this before? This style is absolutely unique."

No matter how much you say, if the factory manager doesn't believe you, let his own employees tell him how valuable the design draft in front of him is and whether it's worth the price she quoted.

The factory manager was skeptical, but he actually went and called over the designer from his factory.

The designer is a master craftsman with decades of experience; he is a highly skilled artisan.

He was initially quite unperturbed when the factory manager called him in during the design phase, asking him to look at some damn thing—

Upon seeing the design draft, the veteran designer's eyes widened. He quickly put on his reading glasses and muttered to himself.

"Can these sleeves really be made like this? And this waist, isn't it too thin? No, it's a corset style?"