Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets
Chapter 180: Reply to the Letter

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Reply to the Letter

"Xiao Yue, I forgot to tell you, remember the last time we went to Provincial City, wasn’t it those four bosses who each took in a shipment of a thousand pieces of clothing?"

Tang Yue nodded; those four people had left a deep impression on her.

"The four cities near Jiang City now all fall under their control. I’ve been there before and seen our clothing—that same batch we sold last time. It was only after I went to some other cities that I managed to get a few more orders." Tang Mingli felt like his previous trip was a waste of time, thinking he wouldn’t have gone if he’d known those four bosses covered those four cities already.

"Uncle, they took in so much inventory, you can’t expect them not to sell it. Are they supposed to eat the clothes?" Tang Yue asked teasingly, "Uncle, we are a factory; we should focus on large orders rather than chasing after small ones."

Tang Yue seriously analyzed, "Think about it, chasing small orders could have you running around for ten days or half a month without knowing how much you can accumulate. But with large orders, it’s different. One big order could keep the factory busy for half a month."

With a sudden realization, Tang Mingli felt as if he had an epiphany. Previously, he felt stifled as though business opportunities had been snatched away from him; now, everything seemed clear. "Xiao Yue, I was thinking about it all wrong before."

"Exactly, we aren’t retailing clothes; we are a factory. The more those four bosses place orders with us in the future, the better, right?" Concerned that Tang Mingli might still not understand their role, Tang Yue reminded him, "Uncle, remember at all times we are now a factory; we do wholesale business."

"Right." Tang Mingli was belatedly enlightened.

Now that uncle and niece had decided to expand the business, they must buy more sewing machines.

They had kept Boss Song’s number from last time, so they didn’t need to go to Shenzhen again. They could just call Boss Song directly, agree on the number of sewing machines to purchase, transfer a portion of the deposit at the bank, and then wait for the machines to arrive.

*

Jing City, Bailutong Team.

Ever since Mo Siyu received the letter, he’d been sitting on a branch of a large tree that required two people to hug, his nose filled with the faint scent of ink, admiring the delicate handwriting. He had never before felt that his surname and name could look so beautiful when written by her.

As a child, everyone teased him for being fatherless, bearing his mother’s surname. The younger he was, the more he fought with others.

As he grew older, his skills improved, and those who dared to confront him were beaten badly, to the point where almost no one dared to come close to him.

It wasn’t until high school that he had a chance encounter with Tang Mingli. Although Tang Mingli wasn’t afraid of him and would meet up with him occasionally as friends, their relationship had grown closer, especially during the period when Mo Siyu joined the military, and Tang Mingli broke up with Qi Yufei.

However, as time passed and he, the new recruit, couldn’t even take leave to visit family, by the time they met again, he had encountered Tang Yue.

The first time he saw Tang Yue was by the river bank; her desperate attempt to save Tang Jun left a lasting impression. Despite her own moderate swimming skills, her urgency and worry to save her brother etched deeply in his heart.

She was drenched, her dark hair matted against her face by the water, kneeling in the water, leaning over the bank in a way that was incredibly endearing.

Later, when her bright eyes looked towards him, they were filled with so many emotions: excitement, exhilaration, and something indescribable.

He knew for sure that they had never met before.

The second time he saw Tang Yue, she was taking a shortcut back to the high school; every time he saw her, she was in some kind of plight.

It wasn’t until the third time he saw Tang Yue, when she was taken as a hostage, that she showed complete and utter trust in him.

"The title ’Mr. Mo’ has come up many times from her lips.

Mo Siyu lowered his head, looking at the delicate handwriting, his lips slightly lifted, and in those black, ink-like pupils, there was a determination to win. Since he had set his sights, he would step by step make Xiao Yue fall for him wholeheartedly.

Mo Siyu took a deep breath, as even through countless life-and-death moments, he had never felt this nervous.

Uncle Mo:

Zhan Xinjia...

Looking at the salutation on the letter, he seemed to hear Tang Yue’s crisp voice by his ear.

He read each word carefully, afraid of missing anything, but from beginning to end, apart from the first sentence asking if his injuries were better, the rest was all about Tang Mingli’s Clothing Factory.

On the thin piece of letter paper, he turned it over to check, not a single superfluous word.

Mo Siyu read it over and over several times, his dark eyes deepened, his rough hands caressing the letter paper. He jumped down from the tree and returned to his residence like a gust of wind, his cursive flying as he penned a reply. Then he opened a drawer, adding something into the envelope.

*

"Xiao Yue, how do you solve this problem?" Zhang Tingyu, puzzled by a math problem, couldn’t figure it out after a long time.

Tang Yue was working on a design sketch when she heard Zhang Tingyu’s voice outside the door. She pressed down the drawing paper and got up to open the door.

Zhang Tingyu came in with the problem, and they discussed it together.

It was late at night; by the time Tang Yue and Zhang Tingyu finished discussing, it was already eleven o’clock. Zhang Tingyu yawned, looked around Tang Yue’s room, which was the same size as hers. Her own room was decorated in a pink theme, while Tang Yue’s had a pastoral style.

"Xiao Yue, next time, I’ll also get a set like yours. I think it looks really nice," Zhang Tingyu said every time she entered Tang Yue’s room. She always felt a fresh, verdant atmosphere.

"Sure, the price is very affordable as well. It’s at the new home textile store on Xin Street," Tang Yue introduced.

Zhang Tingyu suddenly looked at her with a secretive expression and asked, "Xiao Yue, every time I see you drawing, do you want to study painting in the future?"

"No," Tang Yue shook her head, not planning to hide it from her, and said, "I love fashion, so I want to be a fashion designer in the future."

"Hmm." Zhang Tingyu’s gaze instantly fell on Tang Yue. She was wearing cotton long clothes with long sleeves, a loose and comfortable kind. Her eyes suddenly lit up, asking, "I just realized, the clothes you’re wearing seem really comfortable."

Although the two lived in the same house, usually after night self-study, Zhang Tingyu showered quickly and went back to her room to sleep. Tang Yue showered late, and she had never seen Tang Yue wear these clothes.

"This is something I made myself. If you like it, I can make two sets for you. I wear these to sleep at night," Tang Yue said, glancing at the pajamas on her body, pinching her waist.

"Ah..." Zhang Tingyu was caught off guard when suddenly pinched, and she immediately let out a loud yelp.