Hundreds of millions of treasures: black-bellied mommy is very popular

Qiao Zhongtian asked with a smile, "I also said that they look alike from a distance, why are you here?"

"My daughter goes to the kindergarten in the back." Su Qingyue pointed behind her, and many famous cars outside the gate of the International Bilingual Kindergarten hadn't all left yet.

Qiao Zhongtian knew that Su Qingyue went to great lengths to find a school for Xingan, so she asked the warden to borrow money to pay the tuition for a private kindergarten.

But Su Qingyue didn't know that the money was lent by Qiao Zhongtian.

Who told him to like this woman and be afraid of scaring her away?
In the words of the warden, women who have suffered severe emotional trauma are resistant to approaching the opposite sex, which is just invisible on the surface.

He can wait.

Qiao Zhongtian was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and the muscles on his arms were very masculine: "That's right, Xingan has gone to school, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the east of the city."

"Are you going to the fabric market?"

"Correct."

"Get in the car, I'm on the way, and a customer asked me to meet at the Chengdong fabric market at 09:30 to discuss the reservation of autumn fabrics."

Su Qingyue knew Qiao Zhongtian's business very well. It was normal for the largest fabric merchant in the country to go to the largest fabric market in Lake City in the east of the city.

"Actually, I take the subway faster."

Qiao Zhongtian didn't give Su Qingyue a chance to refuse, "You're discriminating against us for driving, get in the car, I just want to talk to you about fabrics."

Su Qingyue couldn't refuse, so she opened the car door and got in, putting on her seat belt.

"Seeing you spinning like a hot wheel, you don't feel tired." Qiao Zhongtian pointed to the car door next to Su Qingyue, "There is a bottle of water there, drink it when you are thirsty."

After staying in prison, Su Qingyue had an instinctive resistance to drinks not bought by herself, "I'm not thirsty."

Qiao Zhongtian seemed to see Su Qingyue's concerns, and he didn't force it: "I heard from Uncle Zhou that you are already making children's clothes. Why didn't you think of me for the fabrics you cooperate with Weilan? Is it cheaper to find Erdao dealers at East Station?"

Su Qingyue was almost stunned: "I, I don't have much fabric, so Weilan opened an assembly line for me. How much is the quantity? I don't bother you, you supply to big garment factories."

"I'm just looking at Uncle Zhou's face. How troublesome is it to cut a batch of goods for you on each production line? You really don't know how to save money."

Su Qingyue couldn't suppress the ecstasy that kept bursting out of her heart and eyes. It wasn't that she didn't want to save money, but she didn't like to cause trouble to others.

If earning more is to increase the burden on others, she would rather earn less.

But she didn't expect Qiao Zhongtian to take the initiative to say, "Thank you, Brother Qiao."

Qiao Zhongtian smiled, "You're welcome, although the fabrics you are getting are not of a large scale now, but I am optimistic about you, and you may be my big customer in the future."

Su Qingyue was embarrassed by the praise, but her fighting spirit rose accordingly, "Brother Qiao thinks highly of me, but I hope I won't disappoint Brother Qiao in the future. Brother Qiao, you have done me such a big favor, I ask you You have a meal."

The plot was going in the direction Qiao Zhongtian wanted, and he looked over a little deeper, "Okay. I just happened to be hungry too, and there is an eastern restaurant next to the fabric market that tastes good. If you have something to do, so do I. We Meet at the East Restaurant after finishing business?"

"it is good."

The Mercedes-Benz off-road stopped at the fabric market in the east of the city.

Su Qingyue took the samples to look for fabrics, compared them, inquired about prices, and bought some new materials to make new styles.

It's just that the price of buying a few yards is too far from the price of buying a big one.

But Su Qingyue had too many sample boards in her hands, and the comparison looked very professional.

The boss saw that Su Qingyue was a big fish.

"Beauty, is your company going to have an autumn clothing order meeting now?"

The ordering meeting for summer clothes has already been completed, and it is natural to have an ordering meeting for autumn clothes in summer. Su Qingyue also knows that the boss thinks she is a designer or design assistant of a big company.

Generally, those who run the market are design assistants.

Su Qingyue nodded: "Well, it's time to prepare."

The boss's eyes lit up, "Choose the beauties, I will give you the price according to the bulk price, and I will give you a retail order for the list."

Su Qingyue laughed, these people have become the norm.

How many design assistants have been exploited by these petty profits and don't know how to make money.

Running the market is just to earn these small price differences.

"Boss, I have shares in the company, and it's my own money to be high, so there's no need for it."

The boss slapped his head, and quickly poured water for Su Qingyue: "It's the boss, drink some water, you can cut a yard or two of fabric at will, and you don't charge for it. The market is the lowest, how about it?"

Su Qingyue paid the boss according to the bulk price: "If the fabric is suitable, the bulk will come to you, but if it is not suitable, you can't lose money, and you still have to pay."

The boss wrote down all his contact information on the list, and put several business cards in Su Qingyue's bag before letting Su Qingyue leave.

At noon, East Restaurant.

Seeing Su Qingyue carrying a large bag, Qiao Zhongtian hurried over, thoughtfully took away all the bags from Su Qingyue's hand, held them in his hand, and said with a smile: "Look, this kind of work should be Give me a call, and I’ll get it for you, and if someone sees it, they’ll say I’m not a gentleman.”

Su Qingyue's face was covered with sweat. At this moment, her hands were relaxed, and her whole body felt much more comfortable.

She followed Qiao Zhongtian into the restaurant, and went to wash her hands and face first.

Coming out of the bathroom, Qiao Zhongtian opened the dining chair for Su Qingyue.

I was also seated opposite, and then I said: "The soup in this restaurant tastes good. You have been busy with work, and you should take good care of your body. You look thinner than before."

Su Qingyue has been busier than a dog during this time, and she has indeed lost some weight. Facing Qiao Zhongtian's concern, she is very self-deprecating, "It's better to be thinner, don't worry about how to lose weight, I don't have time to lose weight gone."

Qiao Zhongtian couldn't express his sadness. Fortunately, the waiter brought the menu, and he quickly covered up his little emotions.

"Qingyue, you order food. Women are good at ordering food. We men are fooling around when ordering food. They are all drunk. I quit drinking recently, so the food I ordered is unpalatable."

Su Qingyue was embarrassed when she heard about quitting drinking, her ears felt hot, and her face was flushed from exhaustion, so no one else could tell, so she took over the task of ordering food.

Walking towards him was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, slightly fat and bald.

Su Qingyue recognized the person at a glance, isn't this Mr. Wang from Weilan Garment Factory?

Coincidentally, Mr. Wang glanced towards them, and after seeing Qiao Zhongtian opposite Su Qingyue, his eyes lit up, and he walked over with a flattering expression.

"Isn't this Chief Su and President Qiao? What a coincidence."

Su Qingyue nodded, "Hello, Mr. Wang."

Mr. Wang looked back and forth between Su Qingyue and Qiao Zhongtian, "Does Chief Su know Mr. Qiao too? Oh, it's really fate. Since we met, it's fate. I invite you two today. You don't mind." Bar?"

Qiao Zhongtian naturally minded, because Mr. Wang's appearance disturbed his and Su Qingyue's solitude, but he couldn't express his words on the face.