A Promising Youth novel Chapter 9

I thanked Sienna over the phone and was even more grateful in my heart to Master for introducing me to such a capable person.

Later, Sienna said, Clara was in the development zone. She was a textile factory owner, and the company called “Blue Butterfly Textile Factory”.

After hanging up the phone, I barely hesitated for a moment, left the police station straight away and took a cab.

Of course, I didn't go to her right away, but first went to a nearby mall, spent over 800 yuan to buy a decent suit and leather shoes, and went to the mall bathroom to carefully primp my image to make sure it wasn't too shabby.

Sitting in the car, my fists clenched with excitement. Did the girl who gave me hope and haunted me in my mind still remember me and the words she said?

“It will be fine.”

“Wait for me in college” and now I was coming for you.

And what made me even happier was that she was in the textile business. In mentioning that, I had to say something about the teacher who taught me art in prison.

Not many people might know this teacher's name, but the brand “Mermaid” was familiar to anyone throughout R City, and even the province.

This fabric brand, from very early through five generations, were renowned in the province. Until this teacher's generation, it had accumulated wealth, but he did not care about business, and finally was framed to prison,

And “Mermaid” had completely disappeared.

During my four years of study in prison, my teacher not only taught me art and appreciation skills, but also handed down to me a great deal of clothing design, dyeing and weaving, with the hopt that I could pass on this craft for him.

The taxi arrived at the entrance of the Blue Butterfly Textile Factory. I got out and walked inside in a hurry. The scale of the factory was not large. Although it was early summer, everything flourished, but the whole factory was dead with no vitality.

Many workers were sitting either on the side of the road or in front of the plant, gossiping, hanging their heads, or doing nothing. I had never run a company, but this was never a good sign. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen.

“Hello, what's going on with this company?”

Walking to the side of the road, I asked with a lead look-alike.

“Who are you?”

The man asked me, smoking a cigarette.

“I... I'm here to apply for a job.”

“The company is going to be over, go away.”

I froze and asked with a frown.

“Isn't the company fine? How can it be over?”

He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said.

“Since the young chairman came to power, the whole factory is in chaos. The top management is busy fighting for power and profit, the relatives of the Sue family are muddling through. Who cares about the workers? We have not been paid for three months. The young chairman originally thought he could engage in clothing bid in the large economic summit held in the city. As long as she wins the bid, she can pay us.”

At that, he spat hard and added.

“But JL Garment Factory, which was the rival, has hired a foreign designer and is now bidding in our company's conference room. I think we will fail.”

Now they were bidding?

That meant there was still hope?! I hurriedly asked,

If a costume could be worn on these important people, it would surely make the best advertisement in front of the investors!

This was definitely a solid deal.

Looking closely at the projector, I found the clothing designs of the JL Garment Factory, were well designed, not only in terms of new styles, but also in terms of color matching and detailing, which were extremely meticulous, as expected from the hands of a French tailor.

But they overlooked the point that this was the Eastern country. The aesthetic thinking of the East was not something a Western tailor could speculate on.

Most of the people I was surrounded by during those four years in prison were not of simple status, so I knew their aesthetics and habits almost like the back of my hand.

Their dress, above all, was understated, but without losing its majesty. It was clear that the French tailor's designs were too fancy and the color scheme too busy, bright but not accentuating the subdued aura.

And, the design of the lady's skirt was too short, in normal proportions, the thighs were showing. To wear such an outfit to such a high profile conference was a joke.

After some discussion, sitting in the middle of the meeting, the middle-aged man in charge of the bidding said in a deep voice.

“Obviously the clothing design of the JL Garment Factory is superior. Although there are some aspects that are not satisfactory, it is the only one that can be chosen from the short list.”

When he finished, he frowned again and gave the pretty girl a helpless look and said.

“Clara, it's not that I don’t help you. We have move the bid meeting in your company, but you...!”

Infinite disappointment hit her. That pretty girl held back tears.

The next moment, I almost mustered up the courage to walk in with a stiff upper lip and said.

“It was the wrong one! Blue Butterfly got the wrong design! Miss Clara, come out with me for a moment.”