Towards the end of the business, the customers are leaving one after another, and the kitchen, which has been busy all night, is gradually quiet, and then as long as the customers all leave, tonight's business will be over.

"The dishes have all been served, and everyone has worked hard." McGonagall put down the wok and breathed a sigh of relief.

The focused and nervous crowd also relaxed, although they all had strong strength, but the intensity of the work at the Maimi restaurant still made them feel a little tired.

"When will Barbara come back? I miss her magical serving. Mia asked, looking at McGonagall, a look of exhaustion.

"Yes, Sister Barbara can serve half of the dishes by herself, and when she is not there, the efficiency of serving the dishes has been reduced a lot." Anna nodded her little head.

Barbara was taken away by Irina, and no one knew where they went.

"She may not be able to come back for the time being, and Princess Irina didn't tell me the details." McGonagall shook her head and threw the pot at Irina.

Everyone nodded when they heard this, Irina didn't come to eat tonight, and she didn't go back to the restaurant this time, and there was no place to ask if she wanted to.

McGonagall untied her apron, poured herself a glass of water, and walked out of the kitchen just in time to meet Gloria's gaze.

"Mr. McGonagall." Gloria got up, looked at him and smiled.

McGonagall could tell from her gaze that she was looking for him tonight, and stepped forward, nodding slightly, "Miss Gloria." ”

There were only two or three tables left in the restaurant, and there were only two or three minutes left before the restaurant closed, so they all consciously checked out and left.

"I'm sorry to bother you after you've finished your busy work, and I want to ask you for confirmation about the cooperation in the textile factory." Gloria looked at McGonagall and lowered her voice a little.

"Well, let's go to the study and talk, they have cleaned up the dining room, and they should go back to rest early." McGonagall spoke, spoke to Mia, and led Gloria and Mars upstairs to the study.

"Is the sales chain integration complete?" McGonagall motioned for Gloria and Mars to sit down, and asked straight to the point.

"Yes, we have streamlined the original cloth sales chain, retained a complete core elite sales team, and have begun to work on gauze sales promotion." Gloria nodded slightly, "I came here today to confirm with Mr. McGonagall the time and quantity of the first batch of cotton yarn, so that we can make the next work arrangement." ”

"The handover of the first batch can be three days later in the amount of 10,000 horses." McGonagall replied.

"Ten thousand horses?!" Gloria looked a little surprised.

"Are you sure you'll be able to hand over 10,000 cotton yarns in three days?" Mars also exclaimed.

You must know that McGonagall's textile factory has only been built for more than a month, not to mention the time it takes for female weavers to learn and run-in, 10,000 pieces of cloth is almost half a year's output of all the textile workshops under the Moulton family before.

"yes, a little less, right?" McGonagall tapped a little embarrassed and explained, "Since the factory has just been built, the capacity has not been maximized, and we should be able to increase some production next month." ”

"Capacity hasn't reached its limit yet?! And it can continue to increase?! Mars swallowed, looking at McGonagall's expression and feeling more and more that the young man in front of him was unfathomable.

"It turns out that this is the reason why Mr. McGonagall dared to quote well below the market price." Gloria quickly shook her head thoughtfully: "Mr. McGonagall's textile factory production capacity is amazing, 10,000 pieces of cotton yarn is enough for our sales team to digest for a while, but in order to keep up with Mr. McGonagall's factory capacity, I will immediately start to expand the sales team, and strive to win a larger market share in various places as soon as possible." ”

"It's a pleasure to work with." McGonagall smiled and shook Gloria's hand, got up and said, "Amy is going to bed, I have to tell her a bedtime story, I won't leave them two." ”

"Goodbye, Mr. McGonagall." Gloria nodded slightly, said hello to Amy, who was drowsy at the door with the ugly duckling, and went downstairs with Mars to leave.

"Father, I think Sister Gloria likes you." Amy looked at McGonagall and said with a serious expression.

"Huh?" McGonagall glanced at Amy suspiciously, and quickly explained, "Sister Gloria and I are partners, not what you think. ”

Intimidated by the existence of Amy's notebook, McGonagall felt the need to make it clear.

"But when I see her looking at you, there are stars shining in her eyes." Amy shook her head.

"It's a reflection of the light, and it doesn't have much to do with the stars." McGonagall gestured to the lamp in the study.

"Really?"

"Yes, that's it." McGonagall said firmly, walked to the door and picked up Amy, and said softly, "Let's go, Father will take you to wash up, and then tell you a good story." ”

"What's the best story to tell today?" Amy's eyes lit up and she asked expectantly.

"Today, let's tell a story about Cinderella."

……

"Why do I envy little Amy a little? It must be a blessing to be able to fall asleep listening to Mr. McGonagall's stories, right? Gloria lifted the curtain from a corner and looked at the second floor of the restaurant with the lights on, a little stunned.

"Miss? Miss? ”

"Huh?" Gloria came to her senses, her face flushed slightly.

"Mr. McGonagall's mill is producing far more than we expected, and although we have retained the core sales team, we have not yet established a relationship with the mills, so it will be difficult to digest all the 10,000 pieces of gauze before the next delivery date." Mars said.

"If 10,000 pieces of gauze appear in a single market at a price far below the market price, even if it is Luodu, it will cause a series of reactions in the market, which will alarm the city managers, which is very unfavorable to us in the promotion period.

I think we should divide the 10,000 pieces of gauze into many parts according to the purchasing power of the city, and strive to distribute them to every market, so as to open up the situation for promotion and establish cooperative relations with various cloth factories. Gloria mused.

Mars nodded and said: "Although this will increase some transportation costs, as long as the market is open, a mature multi-market sales chain can make our sales channels smooth, and avoid the instability that may occur in a single market and paralyze the sales chain." ”

"I'm more curious now about how much gauze Mr. McGonagall's mill would be able to produce in a month if it were at full capacity." Gloria smiled.

……

"The Forest of Winds, once a free-spirited forest, has become a besieged city, Helena, you are truly an unforgivable sinner." Outside the Forest of Winds, a shadow stood atop the griffin and sighed softly.