Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Feng Yue understood the threatening meaning in the other party's words.

But she didn't care.

Threats are intimidating when delivered calmly by the victor, but when delivered by the loser... there's always a sense of insecurity and desperation.

Anyway, Feng Yue wasn't afraid.

Her words "I don't understand" made Sanwa very upset.

Should I explain it to her?

That would seem too lacking in presence.

I won't explain... but she says she doesn't understand!

Sanwa paused for a moment, then awkwardly changed his words: "Whether you understand or not, I'm just asking you how much salary you want. Name your price."

Feng Yue initially wanted to say that no amount of money would do, but then she thought that might make the other party feel that things could still be resolved.

So she said, "Then I want 80%."

The third child looked completely confused: "What do you mean, 'eighty percent'?"

Feng Yue, simple and harmless, kindly explained, "80% of the total sales."

Third Brother: "Why don't you just go and rob it!"

Eighty percent!

She's really daring with her asking price!

Sales figures include costs. Their factory isn't their small workshop. He has to pay rent, wages... If he gives her 80%, what's left for him?

He's looking for a worker, not an ancestor!

Feng Yue shrugged: "If it doesn't work out, then forget it."

After saying that, she started fiddling with the abacus again out of boredom.

The pattering sound annoyed Sanwa.

He really wanted to flip the table, but thinking about what had happened before... he felt that he should be patient with female comrades.

He cleared his throat and said, "How about I give you a thousand yuan a month? You don't need to work all day. Just make twenty or thirty new products for me every month."

He spoke of it so casually, as if it were something so simple that he could do it with a wave of his hand.

Actually?

For Feng Yue and Feng Pan to create a new design, the two sisters had to weave repeatedly, arranging and combining various knots and knots. Creating a design that strikes a balance between complexity and simplicity is by no means an easy task.

This period can take anywhere from three days to half a month.

Feng Yue fiddled with the abacus, remaining silent.

Sanwa was getting impatient. He tapped the table and said, "A salary of one thousand yuan is more than what the factory director of a state-owned factory earns, do you understand?!"

Feng Yue: "I don't understand."

"...?"

The third child was completely bewildered.

He's already offered this price, and she still says she doesn't understand?

What on earth does she want to do!

The negotiations to poach her have clearly stalled; this girl is completely unyielding.

Sanwa felt powerless, as if he had unleashed a powerful punch, only to find that the opponent was wearing eight helmets.

However, the third brother quickly came up with a solution to the problem.

"Forget it, I have nothing to say to you. Call your boss over, and I'll talk to her."

If they can't poach the shop assistants, then they can only threaten Lin Ting, the boss, with the issue of factory supply.

Sanwa raised his chin, quite satisfied with his strategy.

Feng Yue didn't refuse, but her eyes were filled with pity when she looked at him.

Lin Ting came out after washing her face and heard her mobile phone ringing. She picked it up casually and heard Feng Yue's voice: "Boss, the person who bought the materials is looking for you."

"Okay, give him the phone."

Sanwa took the phone and smugly recounted the threat posed by the factory's supply chain to Lin.

Finally, he asked, "Mr. Lin, you understand what I mean, right?"

Lin Ting, her face still wet with water droplets, replied upon hearing this:

"don't know."

Sanwa: "...?"

She...she's sick!

How could she not understand such an obvious threat?

Is it meaningful to choke yourself with a single sentence?

If Wakabayashi could hear his thoughts, she would surely tell him in a friendly way—that would be very interesting.

In fact, even though all the clothing wholesalers in the Quanwuai Market are Sanwa's brother-in-law, Lin Ting, he is not worried.

From the moment she sold her subscription certificates, she began preparing to build her own garment factory.

Even if he didn't say anything, she would definitely cut off her cooperation with these wholesalers.

Even if we assume the worst, she's in Shenzhen now, so why would she worry about not finding a source of goods?

Therefore, Sanwa's threat was truly ineffective in her eyes.

Lin heard, "Is there anything else? I'm hanging up."

"Hey you..."

The phone hangs up.

Sanwa held the receiver for a long while, then looked at Feng Yue: "Are you really planning to completely break off relations?"

Feng Yue didn't know what Lin had heard, but she felt that the boss would definitely not back down because of such a threat that even she wasn't afraid of.

She straightened her back and looked at Sanwa without backing down: "If you don't leave, you'll be in big trouble."

In five more minutes, the police officers will be on their routine patrol.

She didn't even need to call the police.

Sanwa stared at Feng Yue with a gloomy look in his eyes for a while, then left after saying "We'll see."

He felt he had said something quite harsh; those two girls certainly wouldn't know what they were up to.

"What can he do? At most, he can lower the price."

Over the phone, Lin Ting lazily answered Feng Yue's questions, then said, "Let him lower the price. Anyway, our batch of goods is almost sold out."

"But boss, what if other people see this and stop buying from us in the future?"

Facing Lin Ting, Feng Yue no longer hid her worries.

She was actually quite scared, always feeling that those people had ill intentions.

Lin Ting laughed: "Don't panic, let the bullets fly for a while."

Lin Tingyun's calm and collected tone reassured Feng Yue. She responded emphatically, reported on today's sales, and then hung up the phone. She continued to tidy up the goods and organize the shop as usual, as if nothing had happened.

……

The next day.

Lin Ting got up early in the morning and took Jiang Zong for a stroll through the streets and alleys.

"Handsome, looking for a room? We have hot water and pretty girls."

"Authentic European and American goods, just arrived, want some?"

"Boss, are you buying a TV? The factory manager is my brother-in-law..."

Lin Ting's head was buzzing.

Good news: There are really a lot of opportunities in Shenzhen.

Bad news: Every opportunity that comes your way is a trap.

After wandering around for an hour, Lin Ting deeply understood what it meant for good things not to fall from the sky, and if they did, they would be filled with steel plates, meant to kill someone.

She ate her ice cream, pondered for a long time, and finally decided to bring out her ultimate weapon.

"Master, I'm in Shenzhen, and I need a batch of machines..."

After listening to Lin Ting's request, Jiang's father only said three words: "Wait a moment."

Lin finished half an ice cream when Jiang's father called again: "Nannan, write down this number. He can get the goods you want, but don't try to negotiate the price too low. Those guys don't guarantee the price; they might bring you something else."

Lin Ting clicked his tongue: "It's all thanks to your extensive network."

“He came to Shanghai to buy subscription certificates a while ago, and I gave him a set, so we have some acquaintance,” Mr. Jiang explained casually. He added, “You talk to him. I don’t know much about the machines you want. If you can’t tell the difference between good and bad, I’ll find you a knowledgeable friend.”

"Not for now, I should be fine."

Lin was quite confident after hearing this.

After all, she grew up with the machines related to clothing and weaving, and she knows them better than she knows herself.