"Hello, Xiao Xu, you got an order? From abroad, what, 2.8 million?"
"Uh huh, okay, I'll get in touch with your dad right now." Mr. Niu felt a bit unsteady, as if he had heard something out of a sci-fi movie.
Xiao Xu had not only found him an order but one from foreigners, and the most, most, most crucial part was that a single order was worth over two million—that was nearly their factory's whole year of orders.
Done for, we're going to be so busy we'll drop dead!
Mr. Niu felt both joy and worry, thrilled that their factory had finally landed a big deal, but anxious about whether his staff could handle the market's demands.
They did say they could deliver in batches, but there was still a production timeline to consider. What if they couldn't complete it in time?
"Secretary Yang, go quickly and tell the village chief of Xujia Village, Captain Xu, Xu Ying's dad, that I'll send the sewing machines immediately, and to start recruiting people fast."
