Chapter 101 Strawberries are ripe

Because of Lingmei's suggestion to start his own business, Qin Hua was so excited that he couldn't finish the work at hand. Thinking about Lingmei's work, he simply went to the fabric room to get half a piece of pure white crepe, and then went to the dye room to ask the master to adjust the color.

, it was more than ten days before it was dyed into the same hazy pink color.

The dye master praised: "The Qin team asked you to really toss people. How can you figure out how to use six different kinds of pink dyeing?"

Aunt Qin smiled, it was just an imitation of a skirt. If it were really made, it would have been spun directly from yarns of different colors, and the investment would have been amazing.

The next thing to do is to embroider purple iris flowers on the fabric.

Aunt Qin traced the pattern, carefully pasted it on the fabric to fix the position, and then embroidered it herself, stitch by stitch.

Her skirt is halfway done, and it's already wowing people.

Her boss, Director Yan, came after hearing the news. He walked around the skirt for a long time and asked, "Qin Hua, is this a design by your great designer Gu?"

Qin Hua said without raising his head: "No."

Director Yan was overjoyed: "Is that your team's original design? That's great. This skirt will definitely sell well!"

Qin Hua bit off the thread: "Director, this is my DIOR skirt. Isn't it good to just use it?"

Director Yan opened his eyes wide: "DIOR? What DIOR? There are so many foreign brands, and the styles are not useless. Besides, don't just copy them, just modify them."

At this time, no one had the concept of plagiarism, and plagiarism was prevalent.

Qin Hua frowned: "The factory has always insisted on independent innovation."

"Learn from it, learn from it." Director Yan laughed, "Besides, why would you make a design that can't be used? Are you doing private work?"

Qin Hua secretly thought that he had often helped Director Yan's son change his clothes during working hours, but he actually had the nerve to ask her if she was doing private work?

She twitched her lips and asked, "Don't you allow me to improve my craftsmanship?"

Director Yan chuckled, patted her shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Just kidding. Xiao Qin, our factory is going to have a chief designer position. I am very optimistic about you."

Qin Hua's heart moved slightly.

Chief designer?

Director Yan added: "Xiao Cao from the team next door is your most powerful competitor. You must seize the opportunity."

Qin Hua couldn't help but murmured: "Then I'll think about it carefully."

A few days later, she submitted the revised design to Director Yan.

The skirt has become two layers, the inner one is a light purple silk petticoat printed with iris flowers, and the outer layer of pink fabric is hollowed out with the outline of clusters of iris flowers. The two layers of fabric are stacked together, which is indeed beautiful and exquisite.

Director Yan praised: "Excellent. This is the standard of a chief designer."

Qin Hua was a little ashamed. In fact, this design was still plagiarized, but it was just expressed in a different form. However, as Director Yan said, no one would be held responsible if foreign styles were used.

As soon as this skirt came out, it was immediately designated as the main trend of the season. It received unanimous praise from the factory director to workers.

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Jin Yuanbao has been very, very unhappy recently.

The strawberries in the space have already matured. One by one, bright red ones hang on the field ridge, as dazzling as gems. The fragrant strawberry fragrance penetrates Jin Yuanbao's nose. He can only look at it but not eat it, not to mention how painful it is.

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Lingmei picked a small basket of strawberries and sat by the spiritual spring to wash them. Her teeth were already wet before she even ate them. She put them in her mouth and bit them gently, and the juice flowed from the corners of her lips. It was sweet and sweet.

With a hint of sour taste.

The shadow of Jin Yuanbao squatted on the edge eagerly and protested: "I want to go to the museum. I want to go to the museum now!"

Lingmei ignored it and enjoyed the pleasure brought by the strawberry.

Unfortunately, the strawberries at home had just grown, and she did not dare to take the risk of taking the fruits outside.

The three-person team of Linghai, Zichun and Zixia worked hard to carefully take care of an acre of strawberry garden according to her instructions. The strawberry seeds bred by Lingquan had very few pests, avoided a lot of trouble, and grew better than expected.

Quickly. After her assessment, the rows of strawberries that Zichun was responsible for grew best. She observed secretly and quickly found out the reason.

After all, Linghai still has the family land to take care of, so she will inevitably have less time to spend on strawberries. After Zixia is busy with the strawberry fields, she just drinks and has fun like others. Zichun is different, she almost devotes herself to it.

When it comes to strawberries, I even offered to spread some plastic on the ridges of the fields so that the fruits would not come into direct contact with the soil and reduce damage during cleaning.

Ling Mei greatly appreciated it and reminded her: "Because the field ridges are covered with plastic, the absorption of water and nutrients by the culture soil needs to be paid attention to at all times. If there is root rot, all the efforts will be wasted."

So Zichun would check the water pipes and culture soil every day. With such careful care, the fruits obtained would naturally be rich and sweet.

Ling Hai also wanted to imitate Zi Chun, but he didn't have enough time, so he had to take a notebook and write down all the important points. Zi Xia, however, muttered nonchalantly: "It's just nonsense."

Seeing that the strawberry harvest was approaching, Guixiang began to think about the future of strawberries.

"Yueshan, who do you want to sell the strawberries to?"

Yue Shan thought for a while and said: "Strawberries are precious things. They must be sold to rich people."

"It's simple. Where are the rich people?"

Guixiang's question was very practical, so Yue Shan took the time to ask Lingmei at the dinner table.

Ling Mei said: "The first batch of strawberries this year will not be sold."

"Don't sell it?" Guixiang was anxious. "You spent so much money and it finally came to fruition. You don't want to sell it? Are you going to keep it in the rotten land?"

Lingmei explained to her father: "I plan to give these strawberries to others."

Guixiang called: "Who do you want to send?"

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon." Lingmei said with a good time, "I have to give some of these strawberries to my grandpa and grandma, right? I also want to give them to the village chief and Mr. Yang to try them out, right? And Uncle Xie, the employees of the two companies also have to give them.

A little bit of fun. The most important thing is to give some to Secretary Kang of the town committee, Secretary Zhang of the municipal committee, Mr. Zhong and Comrade He. The first batch of strawberries is almost there."

Guixiang's voice was lowered: "Are you going to give away so many?"

Yueshan understood: "Lingmei is advertising her own strawberries, right?"

"Dad is so smart." Mei Mei smiled sweetly. "As long as you become famous, why worry about not selling the strawberries?"

Yueshan patted the table: "That's the truth!"

Ling Yun was already drooling as he listened.

Ling Hui has become much calmer in the past six months. The success of Dahuayu has made him clearly realize that this family is no longer under his control. He was once the most respected and expected eldest son in the family, but now all the glory has been lost to Ling Mei.

Taking it away, he was resentful and helpless.

After all, he can't live with money, right?

The only thing he can do now is to study hard, get into college in the future, and stay away from this suffocating place.
Chapter completed!