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,