Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

"The launch of new products cannot be delayed, but I don't want to lower my requirements."

Bai Yangyang looked at Mrs. Qiu with sincere eyes: "If I can't find a suitable fabric, I'd rather delay the new product."

More important than new products is a stable and high-quality supply.

She tried to lower the requirements, but found that there is no substitute for good things!

Mrs. Qiu did not expect that Bai Yangyang would have such thoughts, she was stunned for a moment, staring at Bai Yangyang, her mood was hard to calm down.

In a trance, she saw the girl from many years ago in Bai Yangyang.

Full of enthusiasm, he vowed to carry forward Qiujia cloth art and lead it abroad——

The rhetoric still rings in my ears.

"Mrs. Zhan, to put it simply, come to me when you can do it."

"Then, Mrs. Qiu, see you tomorrow."

Bai Yangyang made up his mind to do it himself, and the cloth spinning that Zhan Beixiao bought was in the suburbs, nearly [-] kilometers away from the hotel, so the two simply moved to cloth spinning.

Cloth spinning has been redecorated a few years ago, with a minimalist style, and the yard has been carefully taken care of, making it look tidy and new.

Pushing open the door of cloth spinning is like pushing open a thick door that cuts off history. In an instant, the torrent of history pours down with a bang.

Dozens of dyeing pools and some special tools came into view.

When the sun came down, Bai Yangyang could even feel the grand occasion here decades ago!
The workers coming and going, the cloth soaked in the sun are intertwined, exuding the purest luster, every wind blows, you can smell the breath that belongs to the era.

Bai Yangyang stood outside the door, looking at Zhan Beixiao.

The man has a handsome side face, with deep meaning in his eyes.

Obviously, he also felt the glory days of this cloth spinning.

"Honey, if I could dye one piece of cloth, I might dye an infinite number of—"

Zhan Beixiao let go of the suitcase in his hand: "If you like it, then go ahead and do it. I support all your decisions."

Bai Yangyang's thoughts moved slightly.

The couple took a turn around the cloth spinning. The equipment was well-equipped, and there were many raw materials left by the previous owner, all of which were given to them.

The environment of the dormitory that came with it was not good, Bai Yangyang picked the best one, but it still couldn't compare with the suite.

It doesn't matter to her, after all, she has never suffered in her previous life, as long as she can have a place to sleep.

But Zhan Beixiao... I don't know if I can get used to it.

She was going to ask, but when she turned around, she found that Zhan Beixiao had already made the bed, took out the clothes, and hung them on the clothes rail without any disgust.

She walked over and put her arms around his waist: "Husband, I have wronged you, and you live in such a place with me."

Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows, put down the things in his hands, picked her up, put her on the bed, and leaned forward: "You wronged me?"

He narrowed his eyes, as if dissatisfied.

"Do you remember that many years ago, I went to Crescent Spring Village to find you?"

Bai Yangyang nodded, of course he remembered.

That was the first full and complete year she lived since the first half of her life.

Since Mo Qingshuang's fake death that year, it was the first time that someone would watch the night with her, make dumplings with her, and celebrate the New Year with her!
Zhan Beixiao lowered his head and grabbed her lips: "From that day on, I swear, as long as I'm with you, everywhere is heaven. Without you, what's the difference between hell and hell?"

Since getting married, he has always been able to say love words that move her all the time.

She took them all.

At this moment, his mood was even more difficult, and he wrapped his arms around his neck, responding enthusiastically.

The temperature soared.

Zhan Beixiao restrained with the last ounce of reason, and let go of her: "The workers will come later, Mrs. Zhan has to behave well, you know?"

Bai Yangyang blushed, seeing that he was not doing well, and clutched his skirt with her small hand: "Okay."

After a short break, Qi Bei brought a group of mature workers.

He has a deep understanding of dyeing, weaving, and embroidery. After Bai Yangyang greeted a few people, a group of people spread out.

Dyeing cloth has never been an easy task, but fortunately there are many people and professionals join in.

Bai Yangyang lives in the study, and while learning how to dye cloth, he also visits Mrs. Qiu every day.

In the middle of the night, he was still flipping through books related to dyeing cloth. Seeing that she had lost a lot of weight, Zhan Beixiao felt a little distressed.

He took a cup of tea, handed it to her, and knocked on the desk: "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

Bai Yangyang shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy, you go to bed first."

Zhan Beixiao stared at her, unable to sleep at night, but she was in good spirits.

Sensing his displeasure, Bai Yangyang pursed his lips tightly, then got up and held his hand: "I'll watch it for another hour and then go to bed, okay?"

Zhan Beixiao snorted lightly: "Can I not?"

Bai Yangyang kissed him on the lips, clasped his hands together: "Please, please~"

Zhan Beixiao succeeded: "It can't be delayed for an hour or even a minute."

She kissed him several times and continued to read.

Zhan Beixiao returned to the room, and Qi Bei was waiting inside with a stack of documents.

"Master Zhan, I found out. Mrs. Qiu seemed to have experienced a serious illness back then, and she resolutely gave up cloth art in the end."

"Get ill?"

"Yes, it is said that the attack is menacing, almost fatal." Qi Bei unfolded the information and pushed it in front of Zhan Beixiao: "Mrs. Qiu has hardly gone out during this time, and the wife has never even seen her face to face."

After a pause, Qi Bei added: "In addition, the public opinion in the imperial capital is intensifying. Tang Wan'er has spent a lot of thought to completely slander Huameng. If she fails to launch new products on time, I am afraid that Huameng's efforts over the years will all be in vain. .”

Qi Bei felt sorry for Bai Yangyang's dedication, and Tang Wan'er ruined all his hard work for so many years.

Zhan Beixiao flipped through the materials, "Actually, we should have expected that today will come. Once suppliers monopolize what we want, it's only a matter of time before we start to raise prices."

"Now, what we are facing is not only a dilemma, but also an opportunity. Once we can produce fabrics that are equal to or surpass the previous level, then no one will be our opponent."

Zhan Beixiao supported Bai Yangyang's learning to dye cloth because he didn't want to be controlled by others.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

Only by firmly grasping the technology in your hands is the nirvana!

Qi Bei knew that Zhan Beixiao was right, but he was still worried.

"Yangyang, I just saw a photo, it seems... Lord Zhan, Yangyang, aren't you there?"

Xi Wei originally wanted to come to Bai Yangyang, but he didn't expect to see them chatting, and wanted to quit, but it was too late.

"She's in the study."

Zhan Beixiao looked at Xi Wei: "What photo?"

"I made a video call with my mother at night, and I accidentally saw a photo. Do you think the person on it is Mrs. Qiu?"

Xi Wei handed over the mobile phone. She had seen the photo of Mrs. Qiu before, but she had never seen the real person.

A little impression, but not much.

Zhan Beixiao glanced at it and shook his head: "It's very similar to Mrs. Qiu, but it shouldn't be her."

"The people in the photo are obviously bright and charming, but Mrs. Qiu is more gentle and noble."

The temperament is different.

It doesn't feel the same.

Xi Wei took the phone, and pursed her lips sheepishly: "Well, I thought I could help, if I knew Mrs. Qiu, maybe I could say a few words."