Under normal circumstances, the merchants who receive and handle the goods are equivalent to covering all the large and small markets in the region, and if the other large garment factories really have the goods, Da Zhuang would have said it a long time ago.

"Da Zhuang, have you ever run inside Tangjiao Village and Shanbei Village?" Zhao Hongbing asked.

"No ......"

"Then let's go inside these two urban villages."

"Okay."

Drive the car to the main road at the entrance of the village, and they have to walk. The village gate is quite exquisite, and the three big characters of 'Tangjiao Village' are erected on the top of the village gate.

The urban village is a gathering place for many professional people in Yangcheng, where there are not only locals born and raised in Yangcheng, but also outsiders who have come here to make a living after seeing the good development of Yangcheng in recent years.

Behind the village gate is a long alley, and the whole alley can only be used by tricycles to the maximum.

In the alley, there are spare parts and repair shops for various motorcycle tricycles, as well as a black Internet café with a crooked advertising sign written on the entrance covered by two black cloths, and some braised meat stalls.

Zhao Hongbing raised his head, just in time to see a straight line of sky formed in the middle of the five or six floors on both sides.

"Boss Zhao, there should be several small workshops in this alley alone." Da Zhuang said loudly: "Two years ago, I received and processed the goods, and I also ran here. ”

"Seven or eight?" Zhao Hongbing was not surprised by this number.

Yangcheng is the largest clothing trading center in the country, and its foundation as a trading center is the strong clothing production capacity near the triangle. Among them, town-level industrial areas such as Liwan Town account for most of the clothing production capacity.

In addition, small manufacturing plants and workshops scattered in the major urban villages in Yangcheng also occupy a small part of the production capacity.

The biggest feature of the apparel industry is the pursuit of rapid response, such as these small workshops in urban villages can be done very well, until a certain field system in later generations, this is also the case. Some styles of clothes that do not have much outsourcing process can even be produced in a day or two by these small workshops.

However, urban villages such as Tangjiao Village are not professional industrial zones at all, and the production of small workshops mixed in urban villages is not much higher.

About forty meters into the alley, Zhao Hongbing and the others finally came to the first small workshop.

On the storefront on the first floor, Zhao Hongbing can see eight sewing machines, each of which is working in hulahula, and the workers are too busy to rest. Under the guidance of a worker, Da Zhuang and Zhao Hongbing went up to the second floor to meet the owner of the small garment factory.

"Boss, do you have any handling goods at home?" After a few words of greeting with the boss, Da Zhuang spoke directly.

"No, we're doing OEM for other people." A very kind boss shook his head and said no.

"Sorry to interrupt." Da Zhuang politely said goodbye to him.

There are a total of seven small workshops in this alley, but none of these small workshops have yielded anything.

"Boss Zhao, I shouldn't have come to such a place very often, right?" In the labyrinthine alleyway, Da Zhuang smiled and said to Zhao Hongbing, while guiding Zhao Hongbing to turn into an alley that only allowed three people to pass, and soon entered another main alley.

In this alley, opposite a "Minxian snack shop", in a garment factory on the second floor, Zhao Hongbing found something as soon as he entered.

At the corner of the stairs, a gray-haired aunt was trimming the thread of her pants on the edge of a pile of freshly sewn trousers.

"Hey, Boss Zhao, these goods seem to be very similar to the style of those Hong Kong goods in your hand!" Da Zhuang picked up a pair of pants and shook them, and said loudly.

When Zhao Hongbing looked at the pants, his brows furrowed instantly.

It was a pair of brown pants, but in the middle of the brown, mixed with some white patterns.

"Boss Zhao, these patterns don't seem to be embroidered." The big boss carefully touched these patterns and said loudly.

"Da Zhuang, you read that right. These patterns are mixed and woven at the time of weaving. After weaving the cloth, it is then specially printed and dyed to form such a cloth. Zhao Hongbing explained aloud.

At this time, a middle-aged and elderly man with gray sideburns and neatly dressed walked slowly in front of Zhao Hongbing.

"Boss, these pants are good, we have intentions." Zhao Hongbing knew that if he asked directly, they might not be able to say, so he turned a corner.

"Haha, hello two big bosses, I am receiving processing orders from other factories for this batch of pants, and I can't ship them out." The middle-aged and elderly boss laughed and said.

Under the inducement of Zhao Hongbing, the boss quickly said an address.

Passing through an alley again, Zhao Hongbing and Da Zhuang finally found the owner of the factory who picked up the goods at the end of the alley.

This is a small factory with only nine sewing machines on the first floor, and when Zhao Hongbing and the others entered, the workers were rushing to make goods with their heads down.

The goods they rushed to produce were produced from that special blended fabric.

"You're looking for our boss, aren't you?" An obese aunt glanced at them, didn't think anything, and yelled inside: "Boss, someone is looking for you." ”

Near the staircase on the first floor, next to a sewing machine, the man who stepped on the sewing machine heard the aunt calling him, so he patted the thread on his body and looked at Zhao Hongbing and the two of them.

"Two bosses, what's the matter, are you looking for me?"

Zhao Hongbing and Da Zhuang glanced at each other, obviously not expecting that this would be the owner of this small workshop.

The boss in front of him looks quite old, about sixty years old. His face and hands were wrinkled, he wore reading glasses on his face, and when he looked at them, he took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

It is different from the real boss, a clean white old man's shirt and a pair of slip-on shoes, which are very refreshing and casual.

"Hello boss, I don't know what to call it, the two of us are receiving and handling goods." Da Zhuang looked at the boss, a hint of harmony appeared on his face, and said.

"Hello, just call me Fan Lao. Handling goods? I have more than a dozen leftovers here, do you want the two bosses to take a look? "The boss was a little hunchbacked, so he had to go to the water dispenser to pour water for Zhao Hongbing and the others.

"Boss, we're not thirsty, you don't have to pour water for me, we can just sit." Da Zhuang said with a smile on his face.

More than a dozen processed goods, Da Zhuang really can't look at it.

In Zhao Hongbing's memory, Da Zhuang is very handy at doing this kind of thing, so he can be regarded as making a fortune in the past few years, so he can't even look at this kind of goods.

Under the leadership of Fan Lao, Zhao Hongbing and Da Zhuang entered an office with an area of only seven or eight square meters.

"Boss, when did you open this garment factory?" When entering the office, Zhao Hongbing said casually.

"It was nine years ago." Fan Lao laughed and looked easy-going: "I used to work in a garment factory. A few years ago, I had presbyopia and I was getting older, and the factory recruited children in their teens and twenties.

After being fired from the factory, we could only buy a sewing machine to help some casual workers in the nearby garment factory. ”

Zhao Hongbing couldn't help but praise in his heart, it was not easy for laid-off old people to do this.

Da Zhuang couldn't help but stretch out his thumb and said, "Boss, you are really capable!" ”

Fan Lao smiled and modestly responded to a sentence, and Zhao Hongbing asked directly: "Boss, what's going on with the batch of goods you are producing outside?" ”

Fan Lao didn't care much and said: "This, this is an order I received a week ago, what's wrong, is there anything wrong with this batch of goods?" ”

Zhao Hongbing asked, "An order from a week ago?" Fan Lao, who placed this order with you, can you tell us? ”

Fan Lao smiled: "It is a boss surnamed Yang, and it is said that this batch of goods is exported to Hong Kong......"

Da Zhuang glanced at Zhao Hongbing at this time, and the meaning was obvious, he wanted to tell Zhao Hongbing that there should be no problem with his batch of goods, right?