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Li Manjun called Yao Zhaowen and told him that he would not go to the store tomorrow because he had something to do and asked him to follow up on what happened at the construction site.

The land next to the scrap station was rented by her as a warehouse. It had always been open-air before.

Considering that the aluminum ingots were so heavy, wooden guardrails were added around them so that ordinary people could not take them away. As a result, they were robbed by thieves.

Fortunately, that night Wang Dasheng got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. He felt that the flashlight light outside the window was not right. When he came to the open space, he discovered that there was a thief.

The thief was not very courageous, so Wang Dasheng roared and ran away in fright.

Afterwards, I reported the case to the police, and since there was no financial loss, the incident was over.

But this incident reminded Li Manjun that the money for building a warehouse cannot be saved, at least the walls must be built.

She doesn't know how long she will be stocking up on this aluminum material. It could be a few months, or it could be a year or two.

Moreover, with such a large piece of land, there is still room for warehouse construction. Li Manjun planned to do it thoroughly and fill in the other half of the empty land with cement to prevent mud and water everywhere when it rains, and it will look neat and tidy.

In case it is needed later, there is no need to make any big changes. It can be tidied up, built as a factory or dormitory.

Alternatively, it is possible to rent it out to other businesses that need it as warehouses or parking lots.

If Zhao Yong and Sun Haiyang hadn't already chosen the venue for the new company, she would have wanted to ask them to come here.

The place is big enough, the transportation is convenient, and the rent is cheap. It is a perfect match for freight transportation.

Oh, right.

The new company they are cooperating with plans to change its name. It will not be called freight from now on, but will be called logistics, following the example of big foreign companies.

"This sounds advanced, right?" Zhao Yong said to his wife proudly, writing down the logistics English he had just learned and showing it off in front of her.

Zhao Yong's simplified Chinese characters are not very good, and everything is deliberately scrawled to hide his cultural level.

But when written in English, it is very beautiful.

The word "logistics" was written by him as smoothly as silk, with his own style. Like others, he had a low-key and frivolous attitude unique to young people.

"Not bad." Li Manjun nodded seriously, and his English writing was much better than hers.

Zhao Yong also read it again. The teacher he found was from the north, and the English he taught had a rough taste.

When she first heard it, Li Manjun laughed for a long time. Then Zhao Yong pointed out that her accent was also very strong. The couple held hands and looked at each other, laughing out loud.

"My aunt and uncle are coming tomorrow. Do you want a car? If not, I will drive to the station to pick them up." Li Manjun asked while leaning on the bed and reading the magazine Shirley Zhong sent to him.

Sherry is in a magazine. Although it is a domestic corporate magazine, not a fashion magazine, the fact that she is in it proves the strength of Sherry Studio.

The summer conference in the first half of the year was a great success. The reporters invited at the time made many reports, and later even appeared on TV.

Especially the finale family-friendly model has become quite popular.

Because there is no clothing company specializing in this category in China, Sherry has received design invitations from many children's clothing companies.

Shirley Zhong asked Li Manjun for her advice, and Li Manjun felt that companies with good conditions could definitely cooperate.

After all, only one percent of the high-income group can afford private custom-made clothing. Even if the profits of ready-made clothing are high, they cannot afford to sell them in quantity.

But it is completely different when cooperating with other mid-to-high-end clothing companies. At least in terms of the number of consumers, they can account for more than 50 or 60% of the national market.

Therefore, if the conditions are right, cooperation can also open up the studio's sales market.

Shirley Zhong was already a little tempted, but because she was too busy by herself, she was hesitant about whether to cooperate.

Li Manjun reminded her: "Isn't Mrs. Qiu very diligent now? She is a well-rounded person, and she also has a good reputation. In layman's terms, she is down-to-earth. You might as well leave this matter to her."

Shirley Zhong was a little hesitant, "Her? Okay?"

"Why can't it work?" Li Manjun said with a smile: "Didn't she rehearse those models very well last time?"

Shirley Zhong thought about it. Mrs. Qiu seemed to be quite good at communication and coordination. Anyway, she was doing the design work herself. She just lacked someone who could help her connect with the clothing factory. It seemed that Mrs. Qiu could do it.

"Will she come?" Shirley Zhong was still a little worried. She and Lu Shengming almost broke up last time, but they communicated seriously and understood each other and changed each other, so the family didn't break up.

If Mr. Qiu came to her and asked for a wife, she wouldn't be able to explain it.

"Are you busy?" Li Manjun asked.

She is now busy hoarding aluminum ingots and looking for raw material processing factories. She makes dozens of phone calls a day and really has no time to pay attention to the situation in the studio.

Shirley Zhong nodded honestly, "Busy, very busy, but it won't be past ten o'clock at the latest."

This was the agreement she made with Lu Shengming. She could no longer stay up late at work and not go home.

If she is so busy that she forgets, Lu Shengming will ask the driver to drive to the studio and pick her up personally.

Of course, this rarely happens these days.

This month, she hired two new art school graduates. She has shared most of the design work with her employees, so she has much less to do than before.

Li Manjun encouraged, "Ask Mrs. Qiu."

Shirley Zhong nodded nervously and went to Mrs. Qiu's house in person to test her wishes.

The result was satisfactory, Mrs. Qiu was very happy and showed great interest and enthusiasm.

As for Mr. Qiu.

"He's got pink eye. He's watching people make big money by trading stocks in the sea market. Doesn't this mean that the Shenzhen Stock Exchange is going to issue subscription certificates? You can only buy ten ID cards. He's busy looking for someone to help him get the ID cards and send them to the Shenzhen Stock Exchange. They are queuing up to buy subscription certificates and have no time to care about me."

Mrs. Qiu patted her chest and said that she has learned time management very well, can handle her work well, and can take care of her husband well, so that Shirley Zhong can trust her to leave things to her.

In this way, Shirley Zhong could breathe a sigh of relief, and Li Manjun, the "spare tire", could also escape.

Without Mrs. Qiu, Shirley Zhong would definitely come to her to contact the clothing factory.

Zhao Yong turned off the lights and held his wife in his arms, "I don't need the car tomorrow, otherwise I'll take two days off and be your driver."

This Li Manjun is not polite, "Okay, it's rare for my aunt to come and take them to have fun for two days. We can take Nian Nian with us to the aquarium to watch the dolphin show."

Even though their daughter has grown up, they have never taken her out together.

Zhao Yong smiled and said yes, and he looked forward to taking his daughter out.

"By the way, Mr. Qiu went to Shenzhen City to queue up to buy a subscription certificate. Did you know?" Li Manjun asked suddenly out of curiosity.

The man's arm around her body suddenly tightened, and he replied vigilantly in a normal tone: "I know, and you asked me to borrow my ID card."

"Then did you lend it to him?"

".Borrowed." Clearly guilty.