"You'd better come to the factory when you have time, there's something going on lately." The way he stopped talking, it was obviously not suitable to tell Losheed beside her.

"Would you like to have dinner together tomorrow?" Serra turned her head, her tone soft, with a hint of flattery.

"Don't you want me to go with you?" Lossyed was dissatisfied.

"No, I'll be fine." She straightened his clothes, held his face and kissed him, "I'm leaving?" ”

The etiquette school is not in the downtown area, and the alley is not afraid of being seen, and her actions instantly brighten the mood of the person in front of her.

Lochit chuckled, "Alright then, I'll ask Zachary to bring back some of your pastries tomorrow." ”

"Don't bother Zachary, Khalida has been repairing the fish pond lately, and he's probably going to measure the size."

"What?" Losheed was puzzled for a moment.

Serra waved his hand and urged him to leave, "It's okay, you let Terry go anyway, I'll go first." ”

She hired a car and the steward of the laundry to get to the factory.

When I walked into the factory, I found that the baskets of clothes that should have been stacked in the mountains were empty, and the workers did not have a few clothes, and only half of the dozen or so female slaves were washing clothes, and the other half were doing nothing to clean the factory or do some manual work for their clothes.

It's the first time I've seen Serra in such a laid-back moment.

"We just passed by the newly opened Mawson laundry, and you saw it." The steward whispered: "The price over there is half lower than ours, and we are doing activities to receive clothing orders, and now we have a few fixed customers, and they have taken away the clothes lists of railway and scattered miners." ”

"Half down?" Serra asked curiously: "I have visited various places at the beginning of the laundry price, and the final price is already the lowest, and the money I make is only supported by the amount, how many black slaves did they hire?" ”

"That's the problem, we make money by volume, but the other party employs more than 30 black slaves." The steward replied with a worried face: "I passed by the factory over there several times after work, the lights were bright, and I came to the factory at four or five o'clock in the morning, and the lights over there were still on, and it always didn't stop all night." ”

Serra thought for a moment and came up with only one answer, "My father and stepmother are desperate to call these black slaves, can they have enough rest time or get paid?" ”

"I've done the math, and I don't have it at the moment." The steward said: "More than 30 black slaves need five or six thousand gold, and our daily income used to be only about 100 gold coins a day. ”

"No wonder I'm in such a hurry." Sierra patted her arm, scratching and scratching at the summer mosquitoes.

She looked up at the sweltering laundry, thought for a moment and said, "Let's raise the price, if we can't do it, we can't do a loss-making business and take orders from the rich." ”

"I also want to come to you to discuss this, and it would be nice if you would agree."

Serra nodded, "You also go and talk to Khalida, she is well-connected and can help us bring in a lot of people, and I will give you another sum of money by the way." ”

"Huh?"

Serra looked back at him, "It's a hot summer, and I pay out of my own pocket to supply ice cubes every day to cool down in the factory. ”

"Won't the cost be too high?" The steward hesitated.

The corners of Serra's lips curled, and she looked strategic, "Don't panic, because sooner or later something will happen to the Mawson laundry, and before my old father can trouble us, we must first make our own reputation, and then let the slaves in the factory go out every Sunday and give them vacation." ”

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