After the start of school, Tang Yue went to the garment factory once every Sunday, gave Deng Lanhua the artwork he had saved for a week, and then asked Tang Mingli about how the clothes in the factory were selling.

Since Tang Mingli opened the factory, most of the goods in the store are imported from the factory, and occasionally when he goes to deliver goods to the provincial capital, he will bring back a little children's clothing.

It is worth mentioning that the bosses of the clothing wholesale in the provincial capital came to Mingyue Garment Factory to order.

The business in the factory is booming, Tang Mingli has a smile on his mouth, the wind is blowing under his feet, seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, Tang Mingli's mood is getting better and better, and when this batch of goods is delivered to Song Weimin, after settling the payment, he will go to Wei's house to propose marriage.

"Uncle, after making these autumn clothes, five groups will make winter clothes, and the rest will all be made next year's spring clothes. Tang Yue reminded that this time, except for some winter clothes, the rest are spring clothes.

"By the way, uncle, we still have to recruit people, just those who can go to various cities to pull orders. Tang Yue specially reminded: "Although Song Weimin has a lot of orders, if our garment factory wants to become bigger and better, it is absolutely not enough to rely on these few cities." ”

"Okay, it's just, how can I find these people?" Tang Mingli said with a headache.

Now in the factory, he is managing all the big and small things, and in terms of design, Tang Yue is all in charge, and he can only be in the factory, and he can't go anywhere.

"Uncle, I think you have to find someone to manage the factory, and when the time comes, you can go out and run orders by yourself. Tang Yue said for a long time, now, there is a shortage of people and management talents in the factory, she proposed: "Or, uncle, when you go back to the provincial capital, see if there is a suitable person?"

"It's fine. Tang Mingli nodded, and when he went to the provincial capital to deliver the goods, he really let Tang Mingli find it, he was the director of Fuyang Garment Factory, and he used to be in charge of Fuyang Garment Factory, but because the boss of Fuyang Garment Factory had poor capital turnover, and the boss of Fuyang Garment Factory gambled, he gambled all the factories.

So, Fuyang Garment Factory was mortgaged to others, and Ding Chao, the former director of Fuyang Garment Factory, left.

Coincidentally, Tang Mingli ran into it.

Tang Mingli saw that Ding Chao was capable, and he and others had inquired, this Ding Chao factory director was still very capable, so he brought Ding Chao to Mingyue Garment Factory.

At first, Ding Chao thought that Tang Mingli had lied to him, but later, when he saw the garment factory, he took a serious look, the garment factory was not big, compared with the previous Fuyang garment factory, it was too small.

Ding Chao used to be a garment factory in the provincial capital, and he was cold and cold, and when he came to manage a small factory, there was a gap in his heart, even if Tang Mingli's salary was good, Ding Chao still didn't want to do it.

Tang Mingli used his three-inch tongue, just dried up his saliva, and took Ding Chao around the whole factory, and when Ding Chao saw the clothes in the model room, his eyes lit up instantly.

Tang Mingli took the opportunity to say that the future prospects of the garment factory were very good, Ding Chao took a closer look at the clothes, and decided to stay.

Even if he is laughed at by the director of the Qianjin Garment Factory, who has been fighting with him, he has to stay in this factory.

Two days later, Ding Chao officially took over the Mingyue Garment Factory and corrected some of the shortcomings in the factory, and at the same time, Ding Chao was also very responsible, and Tang Mingli was immediately relieved.

On Sunday, Tang Yue met Ding Chao, in his forties, with a serious face, but he did things very well, she praised: "Uncle, you have a good vision." ”

"Of course. Tang Mingli said triumphantly.

"By the way, uncle, you went to someone's house to propose marriage in the Mid-Autumn Festival, does grandma know?" Tang Yue suddenly asked.

After the start of school, Tang Yue was busy all the time and didn't have time to ask about it.

"I haven't said it yet. Tang Mingli touched his nose.

Tang Yue's eyes couldn't help but widen, and she asked, "Uncle, what if grandma doesn't agree?"

"How come, your grandma wants me to get married, as long as it's a woman, she agrees, not to mention that Jiajia is so good, your grandma has no reason to disagree." Tang Mingli said as a matter of course.

Tang Yue thought about it, but no, Sister Jiajia is from the provincial capital, and her family background is better than that of the Tang family, such a woman marries into the Tang family, what is Grandma Tang's dissatisfaction with?

"Xiaoyue, Aunt Mo is here. Tang Mingli said mysteriously.

Tang Yue was looking at the sample clothes in the factory, and when she heard Aunt Mo coldly, she immediately became nervous, Mo Siyu's injury before was not completely healed.

"Xiao Yue. Mo Xiaolin walked in enthusiastically, handed a letter forward, and left without saying a word.

Tang Yue pinched the letter, thinking about Tang Mingli's narrow gaze, her face turned red uncontrollably.

Tang Yue returned home, reading the letter alone, the words were like his person, the elegant words were very good-looking, between the lines, like Mo Siyu, revealing domineering, it was roughly asking Tang Yue if he hadn't written to him or something.

Tang Yue was stunned, since the start of school, Tang Yue has never been idle, and he really forgot about writing a letter to Mo Siyu.

She was busy rummaging around the house, found a few pieces of stationery, looked at the white letterhead, but did not know what to write.

Mo, uncle?

This title is written.,How can there be a feeling of Lori with an uncle.。

Phew.

Tang Yue hurriedly shook her head, shook off the messy thoughts, and she changed her name to 'Mo Siyu'.

Even with a name and surname, he felt that this was too alienating, and in the end, Tang Yue still decided to use 'Uncle Mo'.

Uncle Mo:

Zhan Xinjia!

Tang Yuejuanxiu's handwriting was written on the letterhead, holding the pen, and I didn't know what to write in the next sentence.

Tang Yue bit the tip of the pen and wrote to him, she would rather make ten volumes, although it took a bit of brains, but at least, the goal was clear.

Now, what should I write this letter about?

One by one, the stationery balls were thrown aside by Tang Yue, and several pieces of stationery at her house were used up, but she couldn't write a satisfactory letter, Tang Yue decided to wait until tomorrow to buy stationery, and then write to him.

"Xiaoyue, do you also have a pen pal?" Zhang Tingyu saw the letter paper that Tang Yue bought, and immediately looked at Tang Yue in surprise: "I thought that you were doing your homework every day, but I didn't expect that you would also write letters." ”

"Ahem, you can make pen pals, and I can make pen pals too. Tang Yue's face couldn't help but turn red, if Zhang Tingyu knew, she wrote to Mo Siyu, I was afraid that ......

When Tang Yue thought about it, he felt that this letter had to be tightened.

In the evening, Tang Yue finished all the work, took the letter paper and began to write, with yesterday's experience, Tang Yue was afraid of wasting the stationery, first of all, he had to write, write it, and then began to think about what to write.

She turned the pen in her hand, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, and she immediately thought of what to write.