Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 311: 105: Yangyang’s heroic act, confession from the mysterious boss_2

The two arrived at the factory, where they were greeted by a very enthusiastic middle-aged uncle.

“The minimum order from our factory is 300 yuan. Then there’s the separate cost of the train transport.”

At this time, parcels could be sent via post but it was slow, typically taking about a month. Therefore, anyone with urgent items usually relied on the train or freight trucks for transportation.

The price wasn’t expensive. Ni Yang took a facial mask cut from a sheet of white paper out of her bag and asked, “Can you make a non-woven fabric in this shape?”

The middle-aged uncle took the paper curiously, “What is this thing? Comrade, what is this used for?”

Ni Yang smiled lightly, “It’s for your face.”

“For your face?” The middle-aged uncle looked enlightened, “Oh, I see! These are the eyes, this is the nose, and this is the mouth, right?”

“Yes.” Ni Yang nodded slightly.

The middle-aged uncle was a very curious person. He put the paper on his face, “Comrade, what effect does this have when it’s placed on the face?”

Just as Ni Yang was about to answer, a person entered the room, and, upon seeing the middle-aged uncle looking that way, let out a frightful yell, “Ah! A ghost!”

Guangguan people were rather superstitious. As soon as the middle-aged uncle heard the word ‘ghost,’ his reaction was immediate, “Ah? Where’s the ghost?”

Upon hearing his reaction, the person breathed a sigh of relief, “Li Ke! It’s you! What are you doing with this on your face? You scared me!”

The middle-aged uncle turned to look at Ni Yang, “Comrade, you haven’t told me yet, what’s the use of this on the face!”

Not only was the middle-aged uncle curious, Mo Qishen was also curious.

Ni Yang didn’t hide anything. She laughed and explained, “I plan to use it to make a skincare product, which after being manufactured, could be adhered to the face for skin maintenance.”

The concept of a facial mask only reached China in the 1990s, so it was normal for people to not know about it.

The middle-aged uncle laughed, “Interesting, this is the first time I’ve seen such a skincare product! Oh, Xiaochen, you came just in time. You work in the technical department. Can you check if our non-woven fabric can be made in this shape?”

Xiaochen took the paper was in the shape of the mask, and frowned slightly, “We may not be able to make this.”

The middle-aged uncle looked regretfully at Ni Yang, “Comrade, why don’t you check another factory?”

Ni Yang nodded, “I’ve troubled you.”

Watching Ni Yang and Mo Qishen disappear through the door, the middle-aged uncle turned to Xiaochen, “With your technical department’s skills, you all can’t make something as simple as this shape?”

Xiaochen replied, “It’s not that we can’t make it, it’s just slightly more complex in terms of the process. We need to re-cast to make a new model. If there’s a big order, it’s okay, but for small orders, we can hardly make any money because we can only break even.”

Factories prioritize profits, no one would generate power out of love for no reason.

Ni Yang only ordered a few hundreds worth, which was not even enough for the re-casting cost!

The middle-aged uncle nodded.

As Ni Yang and Mo Qishen walked out the door, they brushed past a man with a look of urgency on his face.

He seemed a little familiar.

But by the time Ni Yang looked back, the man had already disappeared around the corner.

The two visited three factories in one afternoon, and all three factories said they couldn’t do it.

Ni Yang’s brow furrowed slightly, this result was too different from what she had imagined…

Mo Qishen comforted her, “Yangyang, don’t worry. Guangguan has many factories, and it’s the birthplace of skincare products. We are sure to find a factory that can make facial masks.”

Ni Yang nodded, “It’s getting late. Shall we go eat something?”

“Sure,” Mo Qishen said, “I know there’s a street with lots of food nearby. Shall we eat there?”

“Okay.”

The food street was located in the center of Guangguan. Plastic cloth covered the large sheds overhead, illuminated by hanging lights. Many street food stalls had long lines.

“Noodles, 50 cents a bowl!”

“Dumplings, 30 cents for a large bowl!”

“Seafood fried noodles, teppanyaki squid…”

“Potstickers…”

The cries of the vendors and the alluring scent of food filled their ears and noses. Ni Yang looked at this dish, then at that one, unsure of what to eat.

Mo Qishen suggested, “Guangguan is a coastal city, and seafood is their specialty product. Why don’t we eat seafood?”