Coming out of the hospital room, Tang Yue walked back slowly, feeling surprisingly empty at the thought of not having to deliver meals tomorrow.
These past few days, although her uncle had helped deliver meals for two days, just thinking about her cooking being enjoyed by Mo Siyu always made her feel incredibly happy.
Even if she wasn’t the one delivering, she would still be happy all day long, even if it meant spending extra time at night drawing design drafts needed for the clothing factory; she felt spirited and not at all tired.
"Xiao Yue, what’s wrong with you?" Tang Mingli teased, "Was today’s meal not enough?"
"No, I don’t have to deliver meals tomorrow." Tang Yue put the lunchbox on the counter.
Tang Mingli asked, "Why? His injuries shouldn’t allow him to be discharged yet, right?"
"It seems he has something to do in Jiang City, I’m not very clear." Tang Yue said uncertainly. Mo Siyu had only given a rough explanation and hadn’t elaborated, so she was confused and completely unaware of what was actually happening.
He was still injured, could there really be something in Jiang City?
Mo Siyu’s condition was getting better every day; it should not be related to his physical health, so could it be something to do with President An?
But his injuries aren’t healed yet, what could President An possibly want from him? Isn’t that a bit too insensitive?
"Not having to deliver meals, isn’t that a good thing?" Tang Mingli said excitedly, "By the way, Xiao Yue, the painting in the factory is almost done. Let’s go check it out later; the sewing machines will arrive in a few days too. Do you think we should start hiring?"
"Alright." Tang Yue agreed, then rolled her eyes and said, "Uncle, you’re only thinking about hiring now? Isn’t it a bit late?"
"Heh." Tang Mingli laughed awkwardly, having been too busy to think about it.
"I’ve already sent Xiao Jun to post job advertisements everywhere; in three days, there will definitely be a lot of applicants." Tang Yue sold a hint here.
The decision to post advertisements was spontaneous, and explaining each point in detail would take forever, so Tang Yue instructed Tang Jun and his classmates to post ads in various towns and the county.
The gist was that Mingyue Clothing Factory, after opening, would need female workers who could operate sewing machines, offering at least US$ 50 per month.
With such an offer, anyone skilled in sewing would surely be interested.
When Tang Mingli heard about the US$ 50, he couldn’t help but say, "Xiao Yue, so many people, fifty dollars each, that payroll..."
"Uncle, salaries have increased a lot this year. Think about it, would you work for a low wage?" Tang Yue countered, and besides, she was hiring skilled workers, so to her, paying fifty dollars a month was a considerable bargain.
"Hmm, that’s true, but making so many clothes at once, can we really sell them all?" Tang Mingli started to worry as the reality approached.
The clothes sold well in Wangjiang County, but if about a hundred people were making them, that would mean at least a hundred pieces of clothing a day, possibly more. Could they really sell them all?
"As long as the clothes are good, they won’t fail to sell." Tang Yue had already thought this through and explained upon seeing Tang Mingli’s worried look, "We’ll send the finished clothes to Jiang City to sell. Those trucks going to Jiang City for goods usually go empty. We can pay them a little to help us transport our goods."
"The population might not be large in Wangjiang County, but Jiang City is populous. Not to mention a hundred pieces a day, even a thousand pieces would sell." What Tang Yue didn’t mention was that she wasn’t worried about not being able to sell the clothes, but rather that the clothes produced might not be enough.

Moreover, this village was notable for its high influx of outsiders, connected not only to various towns but also to several small coal mines, with the miners living closest to this village.
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