Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 900
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Chapter 900: Chapter 901: There is a Mole in the Factory Chapter 900: Chapter 901: There is a Mole in the Factory As soon as Meng Yunhan arrived at the train station, she called Zhang Jianmin from that platform, asking him to send a truck to pick up the goods.
It was almost dark by the time they got busy.
After they had moved the fabric into the storeroom and locked it up, Meng Yunhan thanked them, and then she went home with Wang Sen.
“Here they come, here they come.”
Old Man Zhao guessed that it must be his daughter and her family returning.
As soon as he opened the door, indeed, he saw them coming back.
“Mommy…”
“Daddy….”
Xiaowei and Little Huzi both came out of the main room, calling out to their parents as soon as they saw them.
“You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll go make some food for you, you all rest for a while.”
Wang Sen noticed that in just half a month his son had gained weight, had his hair trimmed, and no longer had any chilblains on his face or hands.
“Mommy, why were you on a business trip for so long?” Little Huzi said seriously, counting the days on his fingers, and now that he finally saw his mom return, he was naturally excited.
After dinner, Wang Sen took Xiaowei back with him.
Meng Yunhan also told Little Huzi to go to sleep early.
She was tired too, because she had been worried all the way about the goods, especially since Brother Wang had been guarding there.
In the future, when transporting goods to the south, they could bring back some goods from there so that the truck wouldn’t return empty.
Early the next morning, as soon as Meng Yunhan stepped out, she saw a newly opened clothing store.
The first glance didn’t catch her attention, but on the second look, she sensed something was off.
She approached without revealing her suspicions.
“Buying clothes? My clothes are unique in all of Kyoto, come take a look.”
Meng Yunhan looked at the clothes, at the style, “How much for one?”
The person smiled and said, “Fifteen dollars each.”
“I’ll buy later, it’s still too cold to wear this now.” She dropped this phrase and walked away without turning back.
She knew that this style was easy to imitate, but her clothes hadn’t sold yet. The appearance of imitations could only mean one thing: there was a mole in the factory.
She had feared this before, and sure enough, it had happened, with the mole showing up within half a month of her trip.
That person really thought highly of Meng Yunhan.
Luckily, the jeans she had brought back hadn’t leaked yet, otherwise, she wouldn’t have made her first bucket of gold or made a name for herself.
This was definitely a lesson for her.
As soon as Meng Yunhan got to the factory, she announced a meeting.
Zhou Mei also arrived early.
“I was away on a business trip for half a month. During this time, it must have been hard for you all. I believe you must have become very familiar with your jobs, right?”
“We have become familiar.”
Meng Yunhan looked at each of their faces, searching for the mole.
“Today, coming to the factory, I saw a clothing store on Zhengda Street that inadvertently had our factory’s designs.”
Upon hearing this from Meng Yunhan, Zhou Mei was completely stunned.
This style had never existed before; it was Hanhan who had worked out this design, so how could it be that the factory hadn’t sold any but they were available outside?
Was this the work of a mole?
“I’ve said it before, if you have difficulties, talk to me. Our factory is like a big family. Our clothes haven’t even sold yet and they’re available outside; isn’t this cutting off our means of survival?”
“Who on earth could it be?”
“Who would be so shameless? We learn to make clothes here in the factory, we even get paid. I don’t know what’s going through that person’s mind?”
“If they are selling outside, then won’t our hard-made clothes become unsellable? If they become unsellable, what are we supposed to do?”
