Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 324: I Want Him to Do It Openly and Honestly
Once Zheng Manhua entered the factory, she couldn’t leave. She visited each employee, asked about their feelings, and recorded every word they said. Later, she wrote in the published journal,
"Seeing them cultivate the sun deep within these mountains, with their own hands gently lifting the sun to rise gradually, at that moment my eyes were moist. As long as there’s hope in the heart and light in the eyes, even the most barren mountain ranges can blossom in full bloom..."
When returning to Xu Qinghuan’s place, coincidentally, Yu Xiaomin and the others had just made a new outfit. Zheng Manhua’s eyes lit up; she had never seen clothes so beautiful, not even those from the foreign exchange stores seemed so dazzling.
Every detail of these clothes fit her aesthetic perfectly, as if women from our country were meant to wear such beautiful clothes.
There’s a sense that these clothes ought to belong to us.
"It’s really beautiful, these clothes are so beautiful, respecting tradition while leading the trend, truly stunning," Zheng Manhua praised generously.
Qiao Xinyu hurriedly said, "Right? Sister Zheng, these clothes sell well in Shen City, I want to expand to Yan City too, but there’s no channel."
Zheng Manhua replied, "I can help with that—come, who’ll wear them? I’ll take photos for you."
"Wait!" Xu Qinghuan said, "Let’s do this: have a few people wear our clothes and let Sister Man take a set of photos. A total of twelve photos, I plan to make a calendar-style promotional brochure using your photos."
Qiao Xinyu clapped her hands abruptly, "That’s great, Huanhuan, how did your brain grow so clever? It’s really ingenious. Write our contact details below; then we’ll have no problem selling."
"Hmm, maybe then our factory’s scale will have to expand," Yu Xiaomin was ecstatic.
"No rush, I’ll get you electric sewing machines soon, so you won’t have to pedal so hard." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
Xu Qinghuan already gave the blueprints to Jiang Xingye, who is liaising with a factory to process parts. If done well, the electric sewing machine factory can be set up, though this venture differs from thresher and furniture factories; its scale might be large, depending on how operations go.
To mitigate risks, Xu Qinghuan invited Zhou Guizhi and several older aunties for photos, but of course, couldn’t shoot directly and had to tinker a bit.
Xu Qinghuan personally did their makeup, which differed from makeup of this era, where one’s face was painted white, two firewood sticks drawn for eyebrows, cheeks painted like plateau reds, and lips as if having drunk human blood—very horror-inducing effect. Xu Qinghuan’s makeup was particularly natural and beautiful.
Zhou Guizhi looked ten years younger, she originally had short hair, which was let down and styled with setting spray, wore a slightly loose white shirt on top, straight slim black pants below, with a corner of the shirt tucked in at the waist—posing stylishly, those around hardly recognized her.
"Guizhi, don’t take the clothes off, don’t wash your face, and don’t change your hair; just like this, honestly, no worse than city folks," Xie Zaohua commented.
Jiang Chunxi also egged on, "I’ve known Sister Guizhi for so many years, if it wasn’t her, I honestly couldn’t recognize her; she looks as beautiful as a movie star."
"Indeed, it’s Xu Qinghuan’s talented hands; it’s not us country folks being rustic, we just don’t know how to doll ourselves up."
Zhou Guizhi gazed into the mirror, stunned by her own reflection, she cupped her face, revealing a few hints of young girl’s shyness, always doubting that this person was herself.
Jiang Xingmei came over, took Zhou Guizhi’s shoulder playfully calling out "Sis," amusing everyone while bringing a tear to Zhou Guizhi’s eyes too.
Growing up on this land, even women, at a youthful age were unrelated to beauty, amidst storms, the buds hadn’t yet blossomed, already withered prematurely.
Xu Qinghuan dressed twelve people, guiding them with her aesthetics and makeup skills, naturally making them wonderfully beautiful, designing poses personally. Even with just a bit of trendiness, it was more about traditional style, yet every shot remained extraordinarily beautiful.
"Sis, once we’ve taken these, would making them into brochures cause any trouble?" Xu Qinghuan asked Zheng Manhua quietly.
"No, tell me the calendar style you’re designing, and I’ll help find someone in Yan City to make it," Zheng Manhua replied.
"No need," Xu Qinghuan declined politely, "We’ll find a printing factory here to print. The benefit of this is, when we later take these calendars to attract business, it’s inconvenient if done in Yan City as you’d have to mail them back to us."
"Sure, if you need any help, feel free to ask."
Zheng Manhua wanted to quickly write her manuscript, yet hadn’t seen Shangjiang Team’s production scene; she felt anxious, fearing her manuscript wouldn’t pass review. However, the vibrant scene at Shangjiang Team was truly shocking.
Zheng Manhua stayed for three days, then returned to the city with Qin Baifan.
Qin Baifan cried like a little crying child; returning, he couldn’t let go of Shangjiang Team, his siblings, nor Da Dan, Er Dan, those small companions; not returning, he missed his mom and dad.
As they’re sent off at the train, Xu Qinghuan couldn’t help crying too, "Be good and go back. In the future, your sister and brother will often go to Yan City; they’ll surely visit you. When free, have your mom and dad send you back to play.
Stop crying, you’ll look bad when crying; your eyes will swell like peaches, and people will laugh at you."
Hearing this, Qin Baifan got frightened, clinging to Jiang Xingye’s shoulder, refusing to look up, but he did stop crying.
The train was about to leave soon, Zheng Siqi took him over, "Alright, don’t be sad. Cousin often visits Yan City, you can come back with me anytime."
Worried the child might be stolen on the road, Zheng Siqi also accompanied Aunt to send them back to Yan City, and he carried a big bag of clothes to sell there, to expand business.
At Shangjiang Team’s prosperous production factory, elders unable to enter the factory grew vegetables at home.
Using Xu Qinghuan’s taught method, each household made square wooden boxes, placing them on hearth sides, planting all kinds of vegetables—peppers, tomatoes, eggplants, greens, scallions, and sprouts. In short, whatever could be grown.
Each household cherished them as treasures, while other production teams trying to learn the secret were met with secrecy and refused sharing.
Production Team arranged for Luo Jinhao to purchase uniformly, then sell to state-owned restaurants. Every household gained three, five dimes, or one or two yuan from time to time, everyone was quite satisfied.
Bear in mind, previously they stayed home with only expenses and no income.
These days, what beats having cash in hand?
Laborers mostly entered the factory; their products were novel, high in quality, orders increased; Zheng Siqi and Chen Dewen almost lived out there.
Xu Qinghuan proposed, "Anguang should also have a salesperson placed there; it’s our base camp, can’t neglect its business."
"Sure."
On the way back, Jiang Xingye took a glance around, noticing no one was nearby, then squeezed Xu Qinghuan’s hand, "I want to send Hao over there; he’s been secretly running business these years, developed capabilities, I want him to run business openly."
