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Faced with the more than 300 kilograms of worn-out sweaters that Zhao Jintao brought back, Feng Lin went from doubt to ecstasy, as if she was born for clothing.

"Fenglin, look, the sweater has some flaws. Can you repair it and sell it cheaper?" Zhao Jintao asked with a smile.

Feng Lin held up a black sweater, examining it closely. "The bottom stitch is a little loose. If I fix it with regular thread, I can make an orchid out of it. Jin Tao, don't you think the orchid looks pretty?"

"It looks great. Feng Lin has the best taste; it looks good no matter what."

Fenglin couldn't wait to find a needle and thread and started getting busy.

"Fenglin, I haven't had lunch yet," Zhao Jintao reminded him.

"Oh dear, I forgot in my excitement. I'll go cook dinner, and you can get a good night's sleep after you eat."

Feng Lin dropped her sweater and ran to the kitchen, and Zhao Jintao smiled with satisfaction.

There was a bag of sweaters with very minor flaws. Zhao Jintao specifically took it aside. He wanted to choose two sweaters from this bag for Yang Zheng, and also give two to Professor Dong.

The rest will be given to Fenglin's family when I go home for the Chinese New Year.

Zhao Jintao also wanted to give it to Qiaoqiao, but felt it was inappropriate, since it was a tattered sweater.

Feng Lin hurriedly cooked a bowl of noodles and fried an egg, then said to Zhao Jintao, "Just eat whatever you like for lunch, I'll cook you something nice for dinner."

"Okay, Fenglin, the flaws in this bag of sweaters are minor. After repairing them, we can keep them as gifts."

Feng Lin opened the bag and his mouth dropped open: "Jin Tao, this bag of sweaters is practically flawless. You didn't steal the real thing, did you?"

Zhao Jintao chuckled: "Is your husband that kind of person? If he stole it, it was the factory worker who stole it for me. She said that the ones with minor flaws could be sold cheaply to the employees as a benefit."

"Jin Tao, Qiao Qiao can wear this." Feng Lin said, holding up a white turtleneck sweater.

"Is it appropriate to give this to Qiaoqiao?"

Zhao Jintao hesitated for a moment. Feng Lin understood instantly and said, "I'll iron it, fix the minor flaws, and send it to her. If she doesn't like it, I won't send her any more."

"Okay. Yang Zheng said he wants two, and you can give his master two more. You can choose. Yang Zheng's prosthetic master is the most jealous person. If you give Yang Zheng two and give him one, he'll definitely take Yang Zheng's one away."

"Alright, Jintao, seeing so many sweaters makes me so happy I could explode! I'm even happier than when you got into university."

"Fenglin, you may like it, but you need to get some rest."

"Okay, go to sleep after you finish your noodles. I need to fix my sweater."

Fenglin is so happy! She only has one sweater, which Qiaoqiao gave her. It's bright red, soft, and beautiful, and Fenglin is reluctant to wear it.

These sweaters, despite their flaws, are all very soft.

Fenglin pulled out a piece of yarn and burned it. It smelled like animal hair, and it was genuine wool.

Fenglin got to work, first fixing the loose stitches, then using scraps of cloth from home to embroider a flower on the patch, instantly bringing the black sweater to life.

Clothes, too, have a soul. After three days and half nights of hard work, I finally repaired ten sweaters.

After ironing, it looks just as beautiful and dignified as the ones from the supply and marketing cooperative.

A wool sweater sold at the supply and marketing cooperative costs 12 to 18 yuan.

Fenglin thought about it and decided to sell each sweater for 6.5 yuan. Each sweater weighs about two kilograms, and the cost is a little over two yuan. Is making a profit of four yuan a bit too much?

Feng Lin was thinking about giving one to the squad leader and one to his master.

To do business in a factory, you first have to curry favor with the boss.

Just as Fenglin was debating the price, someone knocked on the door.

Who will come to the house at 7 pm?

Fenglin and Jintao had no friends in their dormitory; all their neighbors were employees of the Ministry of Agriculture, and they were the only outsiders.

Jin Tao opened the door, and a woman in her thirties appeared.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhao Jintao didn't recognize her.

The woman said with a big smile, "I'm your neighbor, I live in 308, my name is Zhang Sanhua."

"Sister Sanhua, hello, what's up?" Zhao Jintao was awkward dealing with women and was too shy to know what to do.

Fenglin was holding a sweater and pondering something when she saw someone arrive. She quickly came out and asked, "Was it my sewing machine that was disturbing you?"

"No, no, no. I... I heard your family makes some small things to sell, so I wanted to ask if you could sell me some?" Zhang Sanhua smiled ingratiatingly.

"Yes, Sister Sanhua, come in, come in and choose."

Feng Lin hurriedly welcomed Zhang Sanhua into the house. This was hardly a house; it was more like a warehouse.

Cardboard boxes were laid out on the ground. In order to design patterns, Feng Lin had spread out more than a dozen bags of sweaters on the ground, leaving no room to step.

For the sake of their careers, they even moved the dining table to the kitchen.

"Sister Sanhua, I'm so sorry, it's such a mess. These clothes are defective items my husband brought back from Shanghai. I've repaired some of them. Could you take a look and see if there's anything you like?"

Feng Lin carefully led Zhang Sanhua to the bedside. The sweaters on the bed had all been repaired.

Zhang Sanhua picked up a bright red sweater, admiring it with obvious delight: "This, this looks brand new! No, no, it's even prettier than the ones from the supply and marketing cooperative!"

"Yes, these are all the latest styles from Shanghai. They cost eighteen yuan a piece at the supply and marketing cooperative." Feng Lin was very confident in his craftsmanship.

"How much are these for? I'd like to buy one."

"If you like it, I'll give you one. It's a good thing among neighbors; why would I sell it?"

"No way. Even brothers need to keep clear accounts. If you give it to me, it'll be difficult to maintain contact in the future. Can you give me a discount?"

When Zhang Sanhua said that, Fenglin felt embarrassed, because city people don't like to owe favors.

Since we're neighbors, let's just charge the cost price, three yuan a piece.

Before Feng Lin could speak, Zhang Sanhua tentatively asked, "How about ten yuan a piece? I can recommend it to other neighbors."

Feng Lin was startled and quickly waved his hand: "No, don't make it that expensive. Sister Sanhua, to be honest, I'm selling these sweaters to my colleagues. They're priced at 6.5 yuan each. The supply and marketing cooperative also has the same style, but theirs is genuine and costs 18 yuan each."

"6.5 yuan? You're selling it so cheaply, miss?"

"I'm just earning a hard-earned living."

Feng Lin felt a little guilty; earning four yuan per item was too much.

"Little sister, don't sell them to anyone else, sell them all to me. You just focus on repairing them, I'll handle the sales."

The opportunity was fleeting, and Zhang Sanhua was very shrewd.

"I have nearly two hundred pieces!" Feng Lin was stunned.

"I'll take as many as you have. But I have one condition: you can't sell them to the other neighbors. If they want them, you have to let them sell them in room 308. I won't sell them for high prices either, eight yuan a piece, just to make a small profit."

Zhang Sanhua chuckled. Feng Lin looked at Zhao Jintao, unsure how to handle the situation.

Zhao Jintao made the final decision: "Sister Sanhua, thank you for appreciating my wife's handiwork. She's busy repairing every day and really doesn't have time to sell. How about this, I'll give you six yuan for each sweater, and we won't care how much you sell it for."

Zhang Sanhua's mouth dropped open: "Six...six yuan?"

"Yes, since we're cooperating, we're friends. We'll provide sweaters in winter and skirts in summer. As long as you're willing, we can continue to cooperate," Zhao Jintao said sincerely.

"Okay, okay, I'll go get the deposit first."

"No deposit is needed, we trust you." This was the first time Feng Lin had ever heard of a deposit.

"No, a deposit is required. I won't feel at ease until I receive a deposit."

Zhang Sanhua carefully avoided the sweaters on the ground, jumped to the doorway, then, remembering something, turned back and asked, "Little sister, what's your name?"

"Sister Sanhua, my name is Zhao Jintao. I study at an agricultural university, and my husband, Fenglin, works in a garment factory," Zhao Jintao introduced himself.

"A college student, no wonder he's so honest. Okay, okay, Fenglin, wait for me, I'm going to get the deposit."

Zhang Sanhua quickly left, and Feng Lin looked at Zhao Jintao: "It feels like a dream!"

"Fenglin, you have to trust your skills. Sister Sanhua will help you with sales, you just need to focus on repairs, it'll save you a lot of trouble."

"It seems like making money is too easy, isn't it?"