"Good luck."

Bai Zhan looked at this news and was silent for more than ten seconds.

Obviously, the person who left this sentence should be a person who understands in the industry.

And, it should be a good mixed guy.

He easily deduced so much information from Bai Zhan's style.

Of course, Bai Zhan can also see this information.

"People in the industry have also discovered the rise in raw materials......" Bai Zhan fell into deep thought.

In essence, these things did not have much impact on Bai Zhan himself - from his previous life to this life, his goal has never changed.

He wants to be one of the top fashion designers in the world.

This goal, of course, sounds a bit illusory, but it has been his goal for decades - and he will never change.

And this goal has little to do with the raw materials of garment factories.

It's just that after getting along with these girls for a long time, he and this factory, and these girls, already have some inexplicable things that can't be given up.

We still have to find a way to solve the raw material dilemma.

After Bai Zhan made up his mind, he looked out the window and it was already time to get off work, so he got up and went home.

When he pushed the door into the house, as soon as he opened the door, the room was filled with the aroma of food.

Lao Bai is still a half-used yellowed "two-tendon" vest, but his legs have become a pair of autumn pants.

He wore an apron on his chest, a spatula in one hand, and a large cauldron lid in the other, and his posture was like a comical version of Don Quixote.

He waved the spatula and lid, and smiled brightly at Bai Zhan: "Son! Coming back? ”

"Son, you play for a while, Dad will fish the whole fish, and the two of us will have dinner!" Don't worry! ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly turned his head and went into the kitchen again.

"......" Bai Zhan shook his head.

The memories of his past life, coupled with the observations of this life, already knew his father very well.

Every time, when he tried to comfort Bai Zhan and wanted Bai Zhan to resolve the troubles in his heart, he would use a very exaggerated way to make a large table of meals at once, and the tone of his speech would be extremely enthusiastic.

But...... Daddy...... I'm really fine......

Bai Zhan shook his head and turned around to set up the dishes and chopsticks.

……

……

In about half an hour, the two of them almost wiped out a table of dishes.

Lao Bai poured Bai Zhan a glass of wine, and the two of them touched a glass.

Lao Bai looked at Bai Zhan and said cautiously: "Son, Dad heard that your factory has been ...... recently. No, it's your company now, and it doesn't seem to be going well? ”

"Dad, it's nothing, you're going to worry about it." Bai Zhan smiled at his father.

In order to make Dad believe in himself and believe that the company is really not a big risk, he laughed extra hard.

However, this smile, in the eyes of my father, has become a "strong smile with a lot of pressure".

Lao Bai suddenly became a little anxious.

He slammed his glass on the table: "Son, you don't have to be too stressed!" Our old Bai family, not bad money! Even if your factory can't hold on, Lao Bai still has a bit of a coffin, even if we open a tailor's shop, with our ability to pedal a sewing machine, we can still live a moisturizing ......"

Bai Zhan couldn't cry or laugh, he interrupted Lao Bai's words: "Dad, it's really okay, the company has no risk, everything is normal." ”

"Really?" Lao Bai looked suspicious.

"Really." Bai Zhan looked serious.

"Then I heard that there are many people in the market who are crowding out the company, and the price of materials has been rising......"

Bai Zhan shook his head and sighed: "There are indeed these problems, but the company will not be unable to hold on...... That's it, Dad, you can do me a little favor, and the company will survive. ”

Lao Bai's eyes lit up: "Okay! If you need anything, just tell your dad! ”

Bai Zhan returned to the house, and after a while, he came out with a stack of manuscripts and placed them in front of Lao Bai.

"Dad, I remember, your ability to pedal the sewing machine is quite good?"

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