"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?"



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