Yang Yun smiled and leaned obediently on her mother’s shoulder, her parents couldn’t see her clenched fist.
Sun Chan was unaware of this matter and, of course, didn’t care. She was entirely focused on the exam.
On the last day of exams, there were no distractions, and she did quite well. Since it was the last day, Sun Chan could say she gave it her all.
Gu Junming had been waiting at the school gate all along. When he saw her coming out, he smiled and asked, "How did it go?"
Sun Chan nodded vigorously, "I did well."
"Really? What if you don’t pass? Retake next year?" Gu Junming was also very pleased.
"Then let it be. I gave it my best this time, if I don’t pass this year, I won’t have any regrets. Even if I retake it, I can’t do better than now." Sun Chan felt relieved and kicked a small pebble on the roadside.
Gu Junming laughed, "You’ve got an open mind. Just like that."
He also thought that it wouldn’t be a big deal if Sun Chan didn’t pass; as long as she gave her best, there would be no regrets or remorse.
"Hmm. Next, I need to get back to making clothes. I’ve delayed it for several days. I wonder if Han Dong is anxious or not?"
Han Dong was, of course, anxious. He didn’t dare disturb her during her exams, but he was already at her place by the time Sun Chan got home.
As soon as he saw Sun Chan enter, Han Dong hurried over, "My great designer, hurry up! Design some outfits for me, I’m waiting for them!"
In the sweltering heat, he was still wearing a suit, sweat dripping from his forehead—he must have just arrived. Wang Shufen poured him a cup of tea.
Han Dong gulped it down in big sips and then continued to say to Sun Chan, "Speed up, hurry, time is tight."
"Sun Chan just finished her exams and is exhausted, do it for you tomorrow." He pushed Han Dong aside.
But Han Dong was relentless; he said, "Can’t you just do a good deed for me? I’m in a tough spot too! They’re pressing me hard! I need clothing samples, without your outfits, I can’t proceed."
"Who on earth is it?" Sun Chan asked curiously, "Your factory isn’t even officially established, and you’re talking about mass production?"
"Yes, it’s a gig I lined up for you! Do you remember the dresses you made before? A customer from the South wanted them, said they wanted to produce them in bulk for export. Plus, they want at least five styles; you need to draw about a dozen and then choose five from them. The more, the merrier! Those they don’t take, if we like them, we can make them ourselves. This is absolutely positive, your opportunity," Han Dong said with a smile.
Sun Chan was stunned; this news was simply too shocking and incredible! Foreigners wanted her clothes?
"What on earth is going on?" she asked with a trembling voice.
"Don’t be nervous, foreigners aren’t some kind of monster! I took your clothes to a fashion trade show, introduced by that customer, and entered a competition. It won second place; who knew the foreigners weren’t interested in the first prize but liked yours instead. They said they wanted your clothing styles to be made overseas. And it was a major clothing brand," Han Dong explained, then paused and smiled at Sun Chan for a long time. Realizing she was in shock, he felt very pleased and continued, "Actually, that customer from the South tried to be sneaky, didn’t tell me, and secretly gave the foreigners some samples. But the boss rejected them all! He had no choice and came to me, unwilling to share the profits with us. But you need to have the brains too! If you can’t design any clothes and still want to hog everything, humph! Just look at the kind of person you are," Han Dong laughed.
This wasn’t surprising, after all, Sun Chan had lived an extra lifetime. Her clothing designs didn’t follow the current domestic trends, like oversized shoulder pads and patchwork, which had been popular abroad sixty years ago.

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