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In the early days of reform and opening up, there was an extreme shortage of material goods, and money could be found everywhere as long as you had connections.

Whether it's Fenglin selling clothes or Xiaoqi selling kimchi, their income far exceeds that of ordinary workers.

The arrival of an era of diverse development has also created a vicious cycle: self-employed individuals look down on workers, and workers look down on self-employed individuals.

Feng Lin, Xiao Qi, Yao Xing, and Zhao Weiguo have the honor of becoming the darlings of this era.

Some people work diligently and build strong and large businesses, while others, due to their limited understanding, are swept away by the tide of the times.

Zhang Sanhua took out a huge sum of three hundred yuan and insisted on paying the deposit, thus officially beginning their cooperative relationship.

Zhao Jintao packed up the three sweaters that Feng Lin had chosen and sent them to Yang Zheng along with two hundred yuan and a letter.

The letter said that Fenglin's sweaters were selling very well, being of good quality and inexpensive, and everyone liked them very much.

The message included the factory manager's phone number, requesting Yang Zheng's help in signing a contract with the factory to sell all their defective clothing to Feng Lin.

In addition, the three sweaters were explained: one red and one gray were for Yang Zheng.

The gray one was for Professor Dong.

Zhao Jintao said that Professor Dong is a teacher, and he felt very guilty that his clothes were flawed.

Giving gifts is also a difficult thing. You don't have the ability to give the best things, and you are afraid that others will look down on cheap things.

Fenglin also sent Qiaoqiao a sweater, saying the same thing: the sweater was a flawed piece of clothing that Zhao Jintao had brought back from Shanghai, and he hoped Qiaoqiao wouldn't mind it.

Soon, Fenglin and Zhao Jintao received letters from Yang Zheng and Qiaoqiao.

Qiaoqiao exaggeratedly: Fenglin, do you know? I wore the sweater you gave me to school, and all my classmates came to ask where I bought it. I proudly told them that it was a gift from my sister, and you couldn't buy it for any price.

My mother-in-law was incredibly jealous, lamenting that she didn't have such a good friend. My father-in-law wanted to buy her a dress, but she got angry, saying that no matter how beautiful the dress was, it couldn't compare to that elegant clivia flower.

Fenglin, how proud I am, my friend, to have the most skillful hands in the world. Fenglin, I'm so proud of you, you've always been so amazing.

Yang Zheng replied: "Jin Tao, you know perfectly well that Professor Dong is petty and jealous. You sent me two sweaters, gave him one, and he was so angry that he didn't speak to me for a week. I had no choice but to give him the red one instead."

Jin Tao, my heart aches so much. Both sweaters are so unique, the little flowers on them are so artistic, they're a testament to our friendship. There's no way to give them to our master; he'll be angry for a year if we don't.

Fenglin read the letter and collapsed onto the bed, weeping bitterly.

Qiaoqiao may not have really cared much about the sweater, but her praise gave Fenglin enough courage.

Qiaoqiao used her own way to tell Fenglin that anything he gave her, no matter how cheap, was priceless.

Zhao Jintao did not comfort Fenglin. Crying is not necessarily a sign of pain; it can be a sign of joy for pure friendship.

As she cried, Fenglin laughed: "Why am I crying? You're so pathetic. Jintao, what kind of flower do you think would be suitable for Aunt Luo's sweater?"

"The flowers that represent the indomitable will of soldiers are the Gesang flower and the azalea. Aunt Luo's embroidery of azaleas is simple yet noble. Uncle Zhou's embroidery of Gesang flowers is tenacious yet rugged. Let's embroider a kapok flower for Wenhui, standing tall and upright, that is the flower of heroes."

Zhao Jintao spoke quietly, revealing his deepest reverence for the Zhou family.

"Okay, Jin Tao, you're really amazing. You're a scholar after all. I don't understand any of what you're saying. It's a pity I don't have a little sweater, otherwise I would have sent one to Xiao Wei."

"I remember to send Yang Zheng another red one; I was too careless."

"Yes, they liked our gift."

Fenglin was so happy. Her gift was so small, but her good friends loved it.

The sun in the sky is red, so red! The sun in my heart is Chairman Mao! He led us to liberation! The people have stood up and become masters of their own destiny! (Eeya eeya zhiyou weiya er ya zhiyou ah...)

Fenglin was burning with passion; the only sounds in the room besides the ticking of the sewing machine were her singing.

Zhang Sanhua took all fifteen repaired sweaters, and a few days later, she came back to visit again.

"Fenglin, you're too slow. Look here, I've already placed orders for thirty items." Zhang Sanhua showed Fenglin a small notebook.

"Sister Sanhua, I have to work during the day and can only find time to repair in the evening. Ten pieces a week is already the fastest I can do."

Feng Lin never expected that the sweaters would sell so well.

"No rush, no rush, I'm not pressuring you, it's just that your sweaters are selling so well. It's a pity I don't know how to make clothes, otherwise, I could help you."

Zhang Sanhua said she wasn't in a hurry, but actually she was very anxious.

The period before the Lunar New Year is the peak season for selling sweaters; she can sell as many as there are available.

Looking at the sweaters scattered all over Fenglin's house, I felt really anxious.

"You can do the repairs, and I'll iron them. I still know how to iron clothes," Zhang Sanhua volunteered to help.

"No need to trouble Sister Sanhua, Jintao will do the heat."

"Wow, a grown man like you can iron clothes?"

"I'm just too busy to keep up."

"Fenglin, you're so lucky. Your husband is educated, capable, well-connected, and treats you well. Look at the dorms, which college student can iron clothes? They all look up at the sky, acting all high and mighty."

"Sister Sanhua, we're not that delicate. We come from the countryside and can do any kind of work."

That being said, Fenglin is full of happiness. As long as her sharp-tongued mother-in-law isn't mentioned, Jintao is truly a one-in-a-million good man.

"What's wrong with the countryside? Country people are honest and kind. Fenglin, we're friends now. If anything good happens in the future, you have to think of me."

"Sister Sanhua, what good things could possibly happen to my family? These flawed sweaters are just to supplement our household income."

"Fenglin, don't underestimate these sweaters. I want them, but I can't get them. Let me tell you, someone offered ten yuan just to sell one sweater as soon as possible..."

Zhang Sanhua tried to stop herself from speaking, but couldn't. She said she couldn't let it slip out, but she did anyway.

"Sister Sanhua, even if you sell it for 18 yuan, let alone 10 yuan, I won't be envious. You sell it well because of your skill. I can't do it. I'm stupid."

Feng Lin smiled calmly, without a trace of jealousy.

"Oh, Fenglin, I have to acknowledge you as my own sister. Even my own sister isn't as good to you. You saw I had a sweater and thought I could give it to you. Your business just opened, and you already want me to give you one? What kind of sister acts like this?"

Zhang Sanhua is a straightforward person who speaks her mind.

There was a lively discussion inside when someone knocked on the door.

Fenglin was about to get up when Zhang Sanhua quickly said, "Don't move, don't move, I'll go. It's Sunday after all, you should mend a few more things."

Upon opening the door, one finds a resident on the fifth floor.

"Sister Sanhua, are you there?" the young woman asked shyly as she knocked on the door.

"Selling sweaters? No, they're still being repaired. How many do you want? I'll write them down and let you know when they're available." Zhang Sanhua blocked the person directly at the door.

"No, Sister Sanhua, I just wanted to come in and take a look."

The young wife was quite shrewd; wanting to take the easy way out, she bought it directly from Fenglin.

"What are you doing here? You're delaying Fenglin's work."

Zhang Sanhua wouldn't let her in, and the two whispered to each other at the door.

Fenglin got up, walked to the door, and said with a smile, "Sister, you need a sweater too? I gave all my sweaters to Sister Sanhua, so I have to ask her for them."

Zhang Sanhua said smugly, "See? You still don't believe me. I guarantee you the cheapest price. If you're not in a hurry, it's eight yuan a piece. If you're in a hurry, it's ten yuan a piece."

Zhang Sanhua didn't hide anything and quoted a price directly.

"Ours are the latest styles from Shanghai, all pure wool, very warm. Although there are some flaws, after repairs, they're no worse than those from the supply and marketing cooperative. The cheapest ones from the supply and marketing cooperative are eighteen yuan each." Fenglin helped Zhang Sanhua start her business.

Upon hearing this, the young woman immediately said, "Sister Sanhua, I want three, quick-release ones, ten yuan each. It's almost Chinese New Year, I'll give one to each of my parents, they'll be so happy."

Zhang Sanhua took out her little notebook: "Your mother should take the red one; the older she gets, the more she likes bright colors. Your father should take the gray or black one, and the last one is for you, right? You should take the white one; it'll look stylish."

"Okay, my parents' size is small, and mine is medium. Pick out some nicer ones for me."

"No problem, if you don't want it, plenty of others will. Look at my little notebook, it's all pre-orders."

"Thank you, Sister Sanhua."

Ten yuan a piece, without doing anything, just by talking, I earned more than Feng Lin.

This was the opportunity, and Zhang Sanhua seized it.