Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets
Chapter 169: Going to Someone’s Door to Scold Them (Four Updates)

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Going to Someone’s Door to Scold Them (Four Updates)

"Wearing wool is best in autumn." Tang Yue looked at the fabric and liked it instantly. The plaid wool clothes made before looked especially nice, and though this fabric was slightly cheaper than the plaid one, it came in several colors.

Plain wool fabric, when designed into a style, looks generous and equally beautiful.

Tang Yue and Tang Mingli selected several fabrics that had sold well before and picked a few more suitable for autumn clothes. They chose every color available for the wool fabric, with black having a greater quantity.

By the time they finished selecting the fabric, it was already noon.

Song Weiguo enthusiastically accompanied Tang Mingli and others to lunch.

At Fula Cloth Factory, an employee who had gone to gather information came back and reported: "Director, those people seem to be here to buy fabric again."

The employee shuddered, his steps slowly retreating outward.

"What!" Factory Director Fula, with his potbelly and bald top, his round face was plump, and at this moment, his face darkened several shades gloomier than a pot’s bottom.

If it felt like a stabbing in the heart when the customers were sent to Xinglong Cloth Factory last time, this time, it was like pulling out a knife and stabbing it into the heart again.

"I’m so angry." Factory Director Fula paced around in anger, and eventually, the items on his desk became the target of his wrath.

Previously, the neatly organized office suddenly looked like a flurry of snowflakes.

The employee quietly backed away as an ashtray flew out.

"I should have never inquired." Director Fula was furious, feeling an irrepressible fire burning in his heart.

Niu Fu, oh Niu Fu, you really are...

Factory Director Fula wished he could curse his opponent’s ancestors, but considering he is his own uncle, such cursing would implicate himself too.

How regretful Factory Director Fula was, if only he hadn’t known about it. The last stabbing in the heart would have been just that, but his curiosity got the better of him, thinking they were here to return the fabric and wanting to see the joke on Director Fula.

Now, not only did he not see the joke, but he also ended up infuriated.

Factory Director Fula was so angry that he skipped lunch altogether. After much thought, he decided to go find Niu Fu. After all, this mess was his doing. Otherwise, the fabric would have been bought from their factory, which would have been a big order.

At Niu Fu’s house, a two-story villa, which had improved over the years thanks to Director Fula, now had a car, a Santana, too.

Since being scolded by his brother-in-law, Niu Fu had been ordered not to go to work and stayed at home every day.

When Factory Director Fula arrived, the house was setting the table with abundant dishes. Niu Fu, holding a cup of wine and eating peanuts while humming a tune, was in a very good mood.

"Brother-in-law, what brings you here?" As soon as Niu Fu saw Factory Director Fula, he immediately beamed a smile and said: "Brother-in-law, come and sit. Haven’t had lunch yet, right? It just so happens I made some good dishes today, let’s drink."

Factory Director Fula silently sat down, watching Niu Fu pour him wine.

Niu Fu, looking very cheerful, showed no sign of remorse for past events, which infuriated Factory Director Fula even more.

With a ’bang,’ Factory Director Fula’s plump hand slammed down on the table, causing the dishes and utensils to tremble.

Niu Fu was startled and looked confusedly at Factory Director Fula and asked, "Brother-in-law, what’s wrong? Who made you angry?"

"Who else but you?"

"Such a big client, and you just push them away. Do you know how much money the factory is going to lose?"

"This time, the Xinglong Factory Director must be secretly laughing at me."

"Niu Fu, Niu Fu, can’t you use your brain a bit?"

"All you do is drink all day, why do you drink so much!"

Factory Director Fula scolded Niu Fu until he was dumbfounded. Niu Fu stared blankly at his brother-in-law, not understanding why suddenly his brother-in-law would come to his house and scold him like this.

"Brother-in-law, what did I do wrong?" Niu Fu looked at him innocently, being scolded for a long time without knowing his fault.

Niu Fu’s wife was in the kitchen, but she didn’t dare to come out, fearing that she would be scolded as well.

"Hmph, you still don’t know what you did wrong?" Factory Director Fula said angrily, bursting with rage towards Niu Fu, and only after a long vent did he calm down. Before leaving, he even told Niu Fu not to come back to work at the factory for the time being.

Previously, Niu Fu’s sister had been speaking well of him, and he had even decided to let Niu Fu come back and continue working. Now that his feelings were hurt again, Factory Director Fula wished Niu Fu would never return to the factory.

*

Compared to Factory Director Fula rushing to Niu Fu’s house and scolding him, the atmosphere on Tang Mingli’s side was much more harmonious.

Song Weiguo and the others had signed another order, which naturally was very good. Both sides agreed that if they need more fabric next time, they would use the phone. As for the styles, they ensure the best-selling ones.

Pay half upfront, and the rest upon delivery of goods. This way, it also saves Tang Mingli and others from having to travel to Shenzhen every time to buy fabric, not to mention the round trip transportation costs and the several days of delay, which meant a lot less work could be done.

Tang Mingli and Song Weiguo agreed on when to deliver the goods. After settling the order, Tang Mingli began to inquire if Song Weiguo knew anyone who wholesaled clothes.

Song Weiguo asked puzzledly, "Are you thinking of selling your finished clothes in Shenzhen?"

"Exactly," Tang Mingli nodded affirmatively.

Song Weiguo said, "My younger brother is in the clothing business, but he deals with young people’s clothing. If your clothes..."

"There’s no problem with the clothes." Tang Mingli quickly handed over the sample clothes and said, "Mr. Song, look, these are the clothes we make."

When Song Weiguo saw the clothes, even though he wasn’t an expert, he felt his brother would definitely like them.

Song Weiguo said, "This way, my brother is not home today, but I will arrange a meeting for you tomorrow morning."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Song," Tang Mingli said gratefully.

That night, they stayed in a hotel near the Xinglong Cloth Factory. Song Weiguo and his colleagues offered to arrange rooms, but Tang Mingli declined.

"Xiao Yue, do you think Mr. Song’s brother would be a good partner?" Tang Mingli asked, not knowing since when, but Tang Mingli often sought the opinion of his niece Tang Yue, without treating her like an underage girl.

Tang Yue glanced at him and said, "Uncle, as long as the price is right and the volume is feasible, why not partner?"

Song Weiguo is a good person. I believe his brother wouldn’t be too bad. As the saying goes, if they’re not family, they wouldn’t come through the same door.