"You guys just didn’t notice. Last month, her husband picked her up and dropped her off at the school gate every day for a month, and none of you saw it," Yin Peibai laughed and added, "Xiao Wan’s husband is in the military, so he rarely cos back."
"We really didn’t notice, no wonder."
"By the way, you three are always working on sothing right after class. What have you been up to?"
"Knitting scarves. We get one yuan per scarf for the labor. I’m supplying the yarn. Oh... if you know anyone interested, refer them to . I’m short on people right now."
"How about my sister? She finishes work early at the departnt store and doesn’t have much to do when she gets ho," Ma Tao asked.
"Of course, Sister Ma would be great."
"I’ve got two sisters at ho who just graduated. They’ve been out of work for two or three months now. Lin, bring so to school tomorrow; they know how to knit," Li Changjiang hurriedly said.
"Really? That’s great! I was looking for people. Sure, I’ll bring so to school for you tomorrow."
Lin Wan didn’t expect to find three people over a single al.
But that’s still not enough. Getting another seven or eight people would be about right.
After eating, the group went to the school together.
That evening, it was her brother who ca to pick her up. He wouldn’t let Mom stay out so late, insisting she be ho by seven every night.
There’s Xiao Gu at the shop; Mom doesn’t have much to do there in the evenings.
Besides, the shop closes at nine anyway.
The next day, Lin Wan and Liang Hongi got the goods ready and took them to the store, waiting for Sister Zhao to co pick them up. After finishing Sister Zhao’s order, Liang Hongi took Lin Wan to the departnt store.
Director Wang needed 200 scarves, but they only had 130. Lin Wan promised to make up the rest in two or three days.
Director Wang nodded in agreent. Who knew that by the ti they returned to school that night, instead of three people, eight had been recomnded? Well, that’s about what they had hoped for. The scarves should be finished soon.
Lin Wan, worried sothing might go wrong with so many people, explicitly explained to them how many stitches across and how many rows down each skein of yarn should be. She kept track of everything. It couldn’t be too few or too many.
While Lin Wan was busy with her business, there was a heavy snow at the beginning of November.
It snowed all night, and Lin Wan hadn’t attended class for two days since it started snowing.
Today was Sunday, so she and her brother loaded a tricycle with goods and took them to the store for delivery.
Sister Zhao ordered another 200 scarves, 100 pairs of gloves, and 100 pairs of hats.
The few shops at the storefront shared a substantial amount of her supply during these two deliveries. Just among them, hundreds of items had been taken.
"Isn’t this Han Yi’s wife?"
As soon as Lin Wan saw Sister Zhao off, a man appeared in front of the store.
Chubby was the first word that ca to Lin Wan’s mind upon seeing him.
The guy must be over six feet tall, with at least two hundred pounds of flab.
"Yes, and who might you be?"
"I’m the contractor here, Wei Jian Country," the man smiled, causing the flesh on his face to squeeze together.
Upon hearing his na, Lin Wan imdiately knew who he was. "Nice to et you, I’ve heard a lot about you from Han Yi. He said you were his best buddy in high school, and thanks for helping with the store."
Wei Jian Country was overjoyed hearing Lin Wan’s words. Of course, he was the best buddy. During school days, one was a top student, and the other was quite the rebel.
They sat at the sa desk, and over ti beca familiar with each other. Despite Han Yi being a good student in class, out of school, he was no different from a troublemaker.
"You’re welco, it’s my pleasure. And who is this?" Wei Jian Country asked, looking at Lin Yinghui beside Lin Wan.
"This is my brother, Lin Yinghui. Brother, this is Han Yi’s classmate, Wei Jian Country, Brother Wei."
"Hello, Mr. Wei."
"Hello, hello. I’ve seen you sowhere. Aren’t you from the Family Fruit Wine Factory in the suburbs?"
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