Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets
Chapter 167 Thought Too Much (Second Update)

Chapter 167: Chapter 167 Thought Too Much (Second Update)

"No." Tang Yue had calmed down now, and pinched Tang Mingli’s arm fiercely.

"Ouch." Tang Mingli came back to his senses, crying out in pain. He rubbed his reddened arm and said with a wronged face, "Xiao Yue, you really pinched me hard when I told you to."

"Uncle, it was you who told me to pinch." Tang Yue shrugged her shoulders.

"It’s fine, it’s fine, Xiao Yue, we’ll be rich soon," Tang Mingli said nonchalantly.

"Uncle, you’re thinking too much," replied Tang Yue calmly. "This time, nearly ten thousand pieces of clothes were sold thanks to the wholesale market. The shoppers all came to us and some wholesalers saw the profit and took a lot of goods. Otherwise, do you really think we could sell nearly ten thousand pieces of clothes just by randomly picking a location?"

"Also, uncle, we did make US$ 90,000 today, but nearly all the fabric we bought has been used up. After deducting the cost of the material and the workers’ wages, which we still have to pay although it hasn’t been a full month yet, we haven’t earned anything. Roughly speaking, if we could make ten thousand dollars, that would be great, and it might even be less than that," Tang Yue cautiously estimated, as she hadn’t accurately tallied the costs and worker wages yet, so she wasn’t sure about the exact net profit.

"That seems right." Tang Mingli, who had been feeling ecstatic, started to become calm again after Tang Yue’s words.

Tang Yue continued, "And there’s one more important thing, uncle. For the next half a month, maybe even a month, we might not be able to sell any of our merchandise."

"Ah..." Tang Mingli was shocked.

"Uncle, did you notice the few men who took a thousand pieces of clothes each?" Tang Yue reminded him.

"I remember." Tang Mingli nodded definitively; if not for those four men taking a thousand pieces each, their clothes might not have sold out even by the end of the day.

"They are probably the big businessmen in the wholesale market. I heard from Sister Jiajia that among all in the wholesale market, these four have the most clothes," added Tang Yue. "Although I haven’t met them, from Sister Jiajia’s description, it must be them, the ones in suits with broad shoulders who, at first, seemed like they wanted to take all our stock."

"So, there’s some unfortunate news: we might have to wait a while before we can sell clothes again," Tang Yue stated cautiously. "If I’m right, they will surely come to our factory."

"Xiao Yue, then what are we going to do with the clothes we produce in the meantime?" The joy previously visible on Tang Mingli’s face had vanished completely.

A clothing factory, without a market, will end up stockpiling clothes that nobody buys, and if that happens, it won’t be long before the factory can no longer operate.

"We have to find a market, of course," Tang Yue responded without hesitation. "Let’s take samples and make another trip to Shenzhen. Solely relying on the local market won’t be enough to sell all our clothes."

"Alright." Tang Mingli agreed without hesitation. He had thought that selling clothes had been going well so far, but now in front of Tang Yue, he suddenly felt his perspective had been too short-sighted.

He saw only the immediate profits but missed out on the long term.

"Xiao Yue, did you plan to go to the city today because you had already planned another trip to Shenzhen?" Tang Mingli suddenly spoke up.

Tang Yue nodded affirmatively, "Of course, otherwise why would I rush to start work first? It’s only by making more samples and knowing how many clothes our factory can produce in one day that we have leverage to negotiate with others."

"This trip to the city also proved our clothes have a good market, so, uncle, tomorrow we’ll go to Shenzhen," Tang Yue thought to herself. Counting from the first of September, there were still four days left. She would return from Shenzhen on the 31st of August, just in time for the start of school.

That evening, Tang Zhengde and Zhang Hualian were relieved to hear that all the clothes had been sold.

But then, when they heard Tang Mingli saying he intended to take Tang Yue with him to Shenzhen.

Zhang Hualian’s recently calmed heart tensed up again, worriedly asking, "Mingli, weren’t your clothes selling very well? Why do you have to go to Shenzhen again?"

With Tang Mingli’s injury still fresh in her mind and the good fortune of last time, the prospect of another trip to Shenzhen raised concerns about potential accidents.

"Exactly, Mingli. The clothes are selling well in the Provincial City, isn’t that enough? There’s no need to go to Shenzhen again, right?" Tang Zhengde also urged.

However, Tang Mingli explained, "Elder brother and sister-in-law, as our factory continues, we’ll keep producing more clothes. Just selling in the Provincial City won’t be sufficient. We need to find other markets."

"We can look in other cities," Tang Zhengde chimed in.

Tang Yue smiled, "Dad, Mom, Shenzhen has a larger population and a higher demand for clothes. Other cities might not sell as much even if we tried seven or eight of them."

"And this time in Shenzhen, I plan to bring another skilled person along, someone Qi Song knows. Together, we can ensure a safe trip and bring Xiao Yue back safely," Tang Mingli reassured repeatedly.

Tang Yue also firmly made her position clear.

Although Tang Zhengde and Zhang Hualian were reluctant, they eventually accepted the decision.

That night, Zhang Hualian wanted to speak with Tang Yue, but she was too busy.

As they were about to leave the factory for a few days, Tang Yue had to clarify everything with Deng Lanhua. Since it was still summer, the clothes were simple to make and easier to produce. But when it came to making autumn and winter clothes, the factory’s output would not be as high.

Deng Lanhua was also worried about the factory encountering problems, making notes of everything diligently, fearful of missing any details.

"Sister Deng, I believe you can do it," Tang Yue encouraged her. "Actually, with so many sample clothes made, let’s just produce these clothes over the next few days. Use whatever material we have in the warehouse. Once we return from Shenzhen, the fabric issue will be resolved."

"Alright, Xiao Yue, I will do my best," Deng Lanhua responded, her heart filled with nervous anticipation.

"I believe you can definitely do a good job," Tang Mingli encouraged as well. Now that there was nobody else to help, they had to rely on Deng Lanhua. As for the factory’s security, Tang Mingli had specifically asked Qi Song for help.

The next morning, Tang Yue and Tang Mingli went to the bank in Jiang City with the US$ 90,000 to open a savings book, then the uncle and niece duo boarded the train to Shenzhen once more, accompanied by a skilled individual introduced by Qi Song.