Good intentions make you lose your temper.

In order for the two women not to go on strike, Wan Feng had to sing another love song "Thank you for your love"

Don't ask me how many people I have loved in my life

You don't understand how deeply I'm hurt

It's always cruel to open a wound

I advise you not to be an idiot

I don’t dare to think about it, I shouldn’t thank you for your love anymore

I have to exist, like a speck of dust

It will still cause you harm

I don’t dare to think about it, I shouldn’t thank you for your love anymore

I have to exist in your future

What I'm most afraid of is that this will cause you the greatest harm.

After the song was sung, the two women fell silent, seemingly immersed in the singing.

"It's so nice, and there are such nice songs." The two women praised in unison, and Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng with watery eyes again.

but…

"How many people do you plan to love in your life?"

Not at all what Wan Feng expected, Yao Mozi appeared.

"It's time for you to rest for a while this time, right? Go to sleep!" Wan Feng roared.

"Then you have to sing two songs for us every day, just for us and not for others."

If this request was made by Luan Feng and Wan Feng refused without hesitation, he was preparing to use him as a tape recorder.

But when Jiang Min proposed it, he was too embarrassed to refuse.

"**, you have indeed become bad! Really, I say this sincerely, okay! I can sing to you if I have time in the future."

The two women let out a cheer, and then they lay face to face on their sides. You poked me and I poked you.

Is there any way to rest like this?

However, they didn't poke for long, and they all snored slightly after a few minutes.

Watching the two women taking a nap like two cats, Wan Feng shook his head.

As for being so desperate?

Wan Feng took out the white paper from under the kang mat, spread it on the kang and began to draw clothing styles.

In the early days of reform and opening up, the apparel industry had the most startups, and it was also this industry that was initially able to earn even more foreign exchange through exports.

Therefore, this industry has been prosperous for at least ten years. Since 1985, dozens of clothing factories have been established in Bohai City. Most of the girls who belong to the counties and cities in the Bohai Sea and live in commercial food households have been recruited by these clothing factories.

In the later period, Bohai City also held a clothing festival.

Wan Feng regards this industry as the cornerstone for his first pot of gold, so he naturally has to draw a blueprint for its development.

In the early days, as long as the clothing could ensure that it led the trend of style, there was no possibility of survival. In 1985, as long as it could maintain this momentum, it would not worry about not making its first pot of gold.

And style is precisely his greatest advantage. Even if he didn't deliberately remember the styles that were popular in his previous life, just recalling them casually is enough for him to squander.

Seeing that winter is coming, the clothes he painted are naturally in the style of autumn and winter.

But while Wan Feng was drawing, he stopped writing.

In a few days, it will be the season to wear sweaters. At this time, the sweaters people wear are all hand-knitted and it is impossible to supply them to the market.

If we can buy a knitting machine, can we supply it to the market?

I remember there seems to be a Panda brand knitting machine, which seems to be made in Nanjing. I wonder if it has entered the market now?

This idea came out of nowhere and stayed in Wan Feng's mind for a few minutes before being ruthlessly erased by Wan Feng.

Even if it is available, where can I buy so many threads?

Go to the store to buy it? How much will it cost? Let’s talk about it next year.

At one o'clock, the three women who led the franchise went to work.

Luan Feng and Jiang Min also woke up just in time.

"These are two wedding dresses made by two girls from your sister's village who are getting married this winter. They are made according to your sister's style. They are bright red. This is their size and money. Use good fabrics and make them well."

Wan Feng threw the size and money to Luan Feng.

"My sister didn't say whether her clothes are good-looking or not." After saying this, Luan Feng sneered.

"You look good. Your sister said she would beat you to death when she comes back!"

Luan Feng finally burst out laughing: "She was asked to wear it specifically for my brother-in-law to see, not for others to see. Why did she hit me?"

Wan Feng estimated that Luan Feng was just playing tricks on her sister and did not accuse her unfairly at all.

Now when she sticks her butt out, Wan Feng can tell what color she can pull out.

After laughing enough, Luan Feng went into the back room and took out a clothes rack. There was a gray suit on the clothes rack.

"Sister Min and I have made this dress. What do you think? We have been studying it for several days."

Wan Feng took the clothes rack and looked at it from side to side for a long time.

The suit looks neat and tidy, it looks like that.

Wan Feng thought it would be great if they could tinker with it, but he didn't expect that they did quite well.

Although the workmanship looks good from the outside, I just don't know if it will bubble after being soaked in water. There was no dry cleaning at that time.

"It looks good for now, but I don't know if the bubbles will break out in the future."

Luan Feng and the others probably don't know much about this, and they haven't conducted any water tests.

"Try it on and see if it fits." Jiang Min suggested.

"I'm not suitable for wearing a suit."

In his last life, he didn't like suits. There was no reason why he didn't like suits. He only wore them a few times. He only remembered wearing them on his wedding day.

Luan Feng didn't care whether he liked it or not. He took the clothes off the hanger and put them on Wan Feng.

Wan Feng's suit was a bit too big, as if he was wearing a half-coat.

"Why does it feel like a monkey wearing a coat?" Jiang Min made an accurate judgment, and then was slapped by Luan Feng.

"Don't talk about monkeys."

Jiang Min rolled his eyes at Luan Feng, if you call him "Er Monkey", others are not allowed to call him "Monkey"?

"Are the pants ready? Put them together and I'll send them out tomorrow. Have you calculated the cost?"

Luan Feng took out the pants and folded them, put them in Wan Feng's satchel of clothes, and held out five fingers to Wan Feng.

Luan Feng used the torn cloth to make a large cloth bag that was two feet long, one foot high and one foot wide, and filled it with a bag full of clothes.

If he wasn't driving a tractor back and forth, Wan Feng would be exhausted just carrying this big bag.

With so many clothes, he could only come to Luan Feng's house tomorrow morning and ride on the tractor directly.

Wan Feng came to the brick and tile factory and found Zhang Hai: "Should we settle the accounts tomorrow or should you go with the accountant?"

Zhang Hai nodded.

"I'm going to start school the day after tomorrow, so I won't be there to do the calculations. You and the accountant can do the calculations yourself."

"Don't worry, we won't embezzle a penny even if we count ourselves."

"Whether you are corrupt or not is your business. I'm not a member of your team. But it's best not to say it so early. I don't believe you if you say it too early, but it's still possible to embezzle money for a meal."

Zhang Hai stared: "Hey! It seems like you haven't eaten your little turtle eggs."

"Isn't that the past? I won't be able to eat anymore in the future, so I have to talk about it."

"Little Guitou, come to Liang Wan's house tonight."

"What are you doing?"

"Let's discuss something."

"Let's talk about it first. If it's something bad, I won't go."
Chapter completed!