Rebirth in 1980: I pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger and marry the chief

The deputy factory director's face turned pale and blue. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Director, we can also make their clothes. After all, we are also professional fashion designers. But we are much better than Xiao Tang. Xiao Tang not only wants the factory salary, but also charges them extra money. We only want the monthly salary." Ella said confidently, as if she was sacrificing herself for the clothing factory.

Those clients are all people of status. As long as you have more contact with them, it will be beneficial to you and not harmful. They are resources.

I thought Director Wei would speak for Tang Zheng, but he nodded and said, "What you said makes sense. Why don't you go talk to them and see if they are willing to ask you to design clothes?"

After hearing this, Ella wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

How could she, a girl, take the initiative to solicit business? If she was rejected by those people, how would she put her face in the future?

The deputy director looked at Director Wei with a deep gaze, what an old fox.

Tang Zheng's hands were sore from memorizing names, addresses, and phone numbers.

After all, she was going to go back to Huayang to make the clothes ordered by these customers. With so many people, she wouldn't be able to remember who was who if she only knew their names. She thought that she would have to ask Lu Junyi to take a photo of the customer. With the photo, in addition to the customer's identity, she could also understand the customer's temperament and appearance flaws, so that the clothes she made could meet the customer's needs as much as possible.

"Xiao Tang, why don't you come to my house now that you're in Huayang?" Hua Fangfang's mother finally got the chance to talk to Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng quickly smiled and said, "Aunt, I have wanted to visit you two for a long time. I have been busy these past two days and there is a competition coming up. I will definitely come to your house when I am done!"

Mrs. Hua nodded and smiled: "Then make a set for me and your uncle. We don't have high requirements, as long as they are comfortable to wear."

Tang Zheng nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, I'll go measure the sizes for you two then."

"Okay, then get busy."

"Next one, what's your name?"

After Mrs. Hua left, Tang Zheng moved his wrist and continued to take notes.

"Wei..."

Tang Zheng paused while writing, and when he looked up he saw Ms. Wei's face.

"Okay, your address and contact information."

Ms. Wei: "Give me your address and contact information, and I'll pick it up when it's ready."

Tang Zheng hesitated for a moment, tore off a piece of paper from his notebook, wrote down his phone number and address, and Ms. Wei didn't even look at it, just stuffed it into her bag and turned away.

Tang Zheng suddenly called her: "Ms. Wei, please pay the deposit."

Ms. Wei looked at Tang Zheng with dissatisfaction: "I didn't see them pay, why did you ask me for a deposit? Do you think I'm short of money?"

Tang Zheng quickly explained: "No, because for other customers, we still have to go to their homes to measure the size, and then they will definitely pay us a deposit, so you don't need me to come to their homes..."

"I didn't even see you measure my size, what do you say?"

Tang Zheng explained, "I will measure your size here after the dinner."

No matter how Ms. Wei targeted Tang Zheng, Tang Zheng always handled it with ease, which made her seem a little petty. Ms. Wei was in a terrible mood.

In Beijing, whenever she attends a party, there will definitely be a lot of people who will take the initiative to get close to her.

But it's different in Modu. There are so many people who are richer, more powerful and have better backgrounds than his Wei family. She is too disdainful to curry favor with others, and other people have no intention of taking the initiative to make friends with her. Now these people's eyes on her have changed, thinking that she is bullying others by taking advantage of her power.

At this time, Ms. Yi came forward with a smile. She immediately took out a wad of money from her pocket and handed it to Tang Zheng: "This is my deposit. I just happened to have it with me. I'll give it to you first. Is five hundred yuan enough?"

Tang Zheng nodded immediately: "Enough, enough, thank you for your support of my work!"

Tang Zheng only thought about paying attention to the style when making clothes for everyone, but he didn't plan to use expensive fabrics, so the five hundred given by Ms. Yi was enough as the full payment.

"The relevant departments are raising funds for the families of the victims. I donated 200,000 yuan on your behalf. Here is the receipt. Take a look."

With a snap, the pen in Tang Zheng's hand fell to the ground: "How much?"

Ms. Yi: “Two hundred thousand.”

The customers around were curious when they heard the conversation between Ms. Yi and Tang Zheng.

Mrs. Hua vaguely heard the conversation between the two people, so she came over and asked, "What victims' families are you talking about?"

Ms. Yi explained: "A few days ago, a train to Shanghai encountered a mudslide. Fortunately, Miss Tang led some people down the mountain. As for those who stayed on the train, they all died. My father-in-law was also on the train.

Fortunately, Miss Tang helped and took my son away, otherwise…"

When she said this, Ms. Yi burst into tears: "I gave Miss Tang 150,000 yuan to thank her for saving my son's life. She didn't take a penny and asked me to donate it to the families of the victims."

When everyone heard this, they were full of praise for Tang Zheng.

There were many people with a strong personality at the scene, and one of them immediately said, "Director Wei, if we add another 1,000 pieces of clothing that I ordered earlier, you must give Comrade Xiao Tang more commission!"

"Director Wei, I'll also add a thousand pieces. As long as the clothes are designed by Comrade Xiao Tang, I'll add a thousand pieces!"

After hearing this, Director Wei was immediately excited and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, don't worry, I will definitely give Xiao Tang more commissions and rewards when the time comes!"

Several designers nearby looked unhappy. One of them asked Ella curiously, "Xiao Tang gets commissions, and you must get commissions too, Ella. You sold so many clothes before, so you must have made a lot of money."

Ella lowered her head, jealousy and anger flashing in her eyes. She only got a basic salary, and Director Wei never gave her a penny in commission. Why was he so nice to this country girl? On what basis?

Just as Tang Zheng was being polite with everyone, someone suddenly rushed over and slapped her in the face.

The originally noisy hall suddenly became deathly silent.

"Hey, let's talk it out nicely. How can you hit someone?" Ms. Yi said as she looked at the deputy factory director who was rushing towards her.

The deputy factory director was furious at this moment, with tears streaming down his face: "It's you, it's you who killed my son-in-law and daughter. My daughter was already pregnant... One body, two lives. Why didn't you take them away with you? You are so cruel!"

At first, she only heard that before the train accident, someone took some passengers away, so those people escaped death. Sometimes she felt regretful and wondered why he couldn't take her daughter away with him. After all, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. She still had some resentment towards that person.

But no one expected that the leader was actually Tang Zheng, so the more or less resentment now erupted like a flood!

She thought again of her daughter whom she had raised with great difficulty. She was very well-behaved and sensible when she was young. However, their relationship gradually became distant after she married the poor man who lived thousands of miles away.

Her daughter is going to give birth in a month, so the couple came to Shanghai to be with her.

She never imagined that in the end there would be two deaths and one body. How painful it must have been for her daughter at that time!