Chapter 105: Being stopped

When I visited Wandao, there were only two or three people in the shop, all of whom were mothers-in-law in their fifties or sixties. Everyone bought stir-fried diced rabbit.

When Xiang Xiong saw his daughter coming, he waved to her with a red face: "My daughter, come in and sit in the room for a while. The food will be brought to you shortly."

Xiang Wan responded with a smile.

The three mothers-in-law waiting at the door immediately turned their attention to Xiang Wan.

"Hey Xiaoxiang, this is your daughter. No wonder she always praises her so much. If I had such a beautiful granddaughter, I would praise her all the time."

"Isn't it? At first glance, it looks like a New Year painting doll, white and tender."

Someone praised his daughter. Xiang Xiong's lips deepened and he smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes, that's my daughter. She's pretty, haha."

Xiang Xiong was not modest at all, but instead attracted a new round of praise from the three people.

After hearing this in the room, Xiang Wan looked helpless. He was a good father, but he was not humble at all. A thief likes others to praise him, and he is happier than praising himself.

After the employees packed the side dishes that the three of them wanted, Xiang Xiong stuffed two braised chicken feet for each person and said with a smile: "Thank you for your patronage. Come back next time."

"Oh, Xiao Xiang, you did this. Are these chicken feet your new dish?"

The main reason is that I don't usually see chicken feet for sale on the counter, so I have doubts.

Xiang Xiong smiled and shook his head: "These chicken feet are not sold in the store. I marinated some of them when I was marinating the sausages. Grandma took them back to try them out."

The mothers-in-law smiled from ear to ear and thanked them profusely.

When the father and daughter were having dinner, more and more people were walking outside, the business in the shop was getting better and better, and all the side dishes on the counter were sold out; the first ones sold out were the stir-fried diced rabbit and sweet-skinned duck.

Originally, the father and daughter thought it would take at least some time for people in Beishi to accept the sweet-skinned duck, but they didn't know that in just January there would be an endless stream of people coming to buy it.

After the meal, Xiang Wan originally wanted to stay in the shop to help, but Xiang Xiong drove him home ruthlessly.

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In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed. Xiang Wan usually eats lunch and dinner at the shop. After eating, he finishes his homework at the shop and then returns home to continue pouring shampoo and shower gel.

Peng Qingliang and Yu Xiangxiong were getting busier and busier, especially Peng Qingliang, who had to keep an eye on the progress of the garment factory and also be busy with his own affairs. During this time, he hardly saw anyone.

Xiang Wan finally finished unloading the goods that Qi Jin asked for today, and he breathed a big sigh of relief. After shaking off his sore and swollen arms, he still opened the doors and windows for ventilation, and then went out to eat at Xiang Xiong's shop.

After finishing lunch, I said something to Wandong Xiangxiong and rode his bicycle to the clothing factory.

After arriving, Xiang Wan looked at his own clothing factory. His mood was surging, and his chest was filled with pride. He straightened his back and walked in.

"Hey, little girl, wait a minute." The guard ran out of the guard room with a stick in his hand. When he arrived, he panted and said, "Little girl, it's not a good place to enter. Who are you looking for to tell me?"

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Xiang Wan was stunned on the spot. He twitched the corner of his mouth almost invisibly, and after a while he said, "I'm looking for Peng Qingliang, can you help me call him out?"

"Oh, Director Peng, who are you? Our factory director is very busy lately."

Xiang Wan smiled and said: "I am his sister, my surname is Xiang, just tell him."

When he suddenly heard that the little girl was the factory director's sister, she didn't have the same surname. The uncle looked at Xiang Wan with a confused look. He hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Okay, I'll go in and tell you, you go sit in the room for a while.

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Xiang Wan continued to smile and nodded.

Xiang Wan was not kept waiting for too long, and Peng Qingliang trotted over with the uncle in about a few minutes.

When he suddenly heard that the guard was stopping Xiang Wan, Peng Qingliang felt no guilt and even wanted to laugh. The reason why he ran out in a hurry was to see the girl's expression. She must have been very angry.

The more he thought about it, the more Peng Qingliang couldn't hold back his lips. When he entered the room and saw Xiang Wan sitting on the stool with a well-behaved face, Peng Qingliang curled his lips.

On the contrary, the guard's attitude was quite enthusiastic. The wrinkles on his face were particularly obvious because of his wide smile. He smiled and said, "So you are really our factory director's girl. I've taken note of you. I won't stop you next time I come over."

Xiang Wan glared at someone who was watching the joke, then turned around and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, sir, for your hard work."

After saying that, Xiang Wan went out first.

"No, you can't blame me. Who told you to keep a low profile? It's normal for this uncle not to know you."

The smile on Xiang Wan's face remained unchanged, and his tone was calm: "I didn't say anything. You are called responsible."

Seeing that Xiang Wan was really not angry, Peng Qingliang felt a little complicated inside. He didn't know whether he was more disappointed or happy.

"Why do you want to come to the factory today? Are you done?"

The two of them walked slowly to the office, nodding as they walked towards Wan: "I'm done with my work. I'm here to express my condolences to you. I've worked hard for you during this time."

"Hey, when did you become so sensible? It's so touching."

Xiang Wan glared again.

Why is this person becoming more and more out of character?

The two walked into the office one after another. Peng Qingliang sat down on the sofa, pointed to the cabinet at the door and said: "The tea is in there, and the boiling water is in the kettle. You have to pour it yourself. I am exhausted every day."

Yes, it's a good thing you're here. Oh, by the way, Liu Ronglin and the shopping list from the department store are on the table. Take your time and take a look. I'll squint for a while and call me if you need anything."

Seeing that he couldn't hide his tiredness, Xiang Wan poured himself some tea and put it on his desk, then sat down and looked at the order and details.

Perhaps because of the favor, the department store's orders were not large, and they only ordered about a hundred sets of clothing. However, Liu Ronglin, who didn't know whether he trusted the two of them too much, ordered thousands of items.

Xiang Wan finished calculating the account books and looked up to see Peng Qingliang sleeping soundly. He couldn't bear to wake him up, so he took out a pen and paper from the drawer and drew a simple picture of the account books.

In his previous life, Xiang Wan liked to use WPS to make charts, but now without the high technology of computers, he can only draw them by himself. Fortunately, he only needs to draw a box and add a few vertical and horizontal lines, and classify the tables into and out, which does not waste time.

After Xiang Wan drew a hundred or so pictures, there was a knock on the office door, and then a middle-aged man walked in with a pile of clothes in his arms.

Xiang Wan looked calm and calm, but the middle-aged man was surprised when he saw Xiang Wan, and then his eyes fell on someone sleeping on the sofa, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Xiang Wan asked softly: "A new sample? Bring it to me to see."

The middle-aged man didn't know what was going on. Before he could react, he was already standing in front of Xiang Wan, and the sample had been handed to her. When he realized it, he was secretly surprised.

Xiang Wan turned the clothes over and over, looked at them several times, and nodded slightly: "It's okay, but there are a lot of threads on the clothes. Please be more careful when asking people to clean them. Make sure there are zero threads in and out of the clothes, and the needles and threads in the creaking nest are denser.

Some, try to make it as loose as possible.”

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