Reborn in a New Era: Spoiled to Tears After Marrying a Rough-Looking Veteran

Chapter 125 Packaging
"Come and soak your feet."

Zhou Xiaoyuan took out the traditional Chinese medicine for soaking feet that he brought from home, and went to soak his feet again while holding Qiao in his arms. Every time they soaked their feet, the two of them stepped on each other, and the original discomfort of being in a strange environment gradually dissipated.

Qiao finished soaking her feet and nestled in the bed again.

Zhou Xiaoyuan took a towel and went downstairs to take a shower with cold water. The weather was hot, so he took a shower and came back. By the time he finished cleaning up, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Qiao couldn't sleep in bed again. When he saw Zhou Xiaoyuan coming up, he quickly patted the place next to him: "Brother Yuan, come here quickly."

"Afraid?" Zhou Xiaoyuan opened the quilt and sat in.

This time, Joe took the initiative to crawl into his arms again, as if he was suffering from skin hunger. He found a comfortable position, nestled in his arms and stopped moving.

In fact, for social terror, it is so rare to have a familiar person in an unfamiliar environment.

"Go to sleep." Zhou Xiaoyuan patted her back, giving her a sense of security.

The next day, Zhou Xiaoyuan was going to the factory to close the payment.

Joe went with him again.

The settlement of funds went smoothly, and Zhou Xiaoyuan could do more with more funds.

"Don't you want all these cardboard boxes?" When Qiao went out with Zhou Xiaoyuan again, he passed the middle warehouse of the factory, where some things that were temporarily unnecessary in the factory were piled up.

"These cartons of ours are damaged." said the warehouse manager who helped Zhou Xiaoyuan place the order.

Qiao blinked at Zhou Xiaoyuan quietly again.

Zhou Xiaoyuan understood, and asked, "Comrade Wu, can you sell these cardboard boxes to me?"

"Comrade Zhou, what do you want these broken boxes for? Selling rags?" He started laughing after saying this. With Zhou Xiaoyuan's wealth, there is no need to sell rags.

"To pad the truck box." Zhou Xiaoyuan found the reason casually.

The warehouse manager didn't have any doubts, so he was naturally willing to make it easier: "No problem, but Comrade Zhou, you also know that these boxes are better than collecting broken ones. I have to charge some money to the account in order to keep up with my superiors. .”

"Of course." Zhou Xiaoyuan casually took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

The warehouse manager took it with a smile, collected the money, saw him drive over, and used the small three-wheeler in the warehouse to pack the cartons and sent them to his car.

"Xiao Yao, what do you want the cardboard box for?" Zhou Xiaoyuan drove himself to the steel factory.

Qiao was holding her schoolbag again, rummaging through the blueprints inside: "Brother Yuan, do our clothes have our own brand after all, if there is no packaging, it will look too cheap."

She wanted to put it in plastic paper, but the cost was too high at this time, and plastic basins were even rarer than iron basins.

"Each piece of clothing is packed in a cloth bag and packaged in a carton with our brand name written on the outside. Customers who have bought our clothes will feel that they are taken seriously, and it is appropriate to take them back as gifts." Qiao also strongly agrees with putting customers first. In this sentence, excellent service attitude will also make customers have a good impression of a brand and automatically become loyal customers.

Zhou Xiaoyuan looked at her soft side face, a little fascinated, and after a while he came back to his senses, nodded and said: "Not bad, but Xiaoyao, I'm afraid these cardboard boxes are not enough."

"So I have to negotiate an order with the carton factory. It has my design style on it, and I don't know if it will be expensive." Qiao found out again that the cost of opening a factory is really high, and there are many things to do Dry.

(End of this chapter)