After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

The suburbs are all mountains, grasslands and forests, and neighbors are far apart from each other.

When they reached a deserted place, Erya took Zhang Ran's arm with admiration, "Xiaoyue! You are amazing! You closed the first deal so easily!"

Zhang Ran smiled and comforted her: "You will be as good as me in the future." When she first discussed cooperation with a client, she was also nervous and stuttered, but that was all in her previous life.

Luo Youdi held her daughter's hand and looked at Zhang Ran with pride.

She didn't expect that her niece was not only good at studying, but also good at doing business! Her aunt was a little embarrassed, "Xiaoyue, why did you tell others that your name is Xiaoran?" The question that had been held back for a long time was finally asked.

"Aunt, I forgot to tell you that I changed my name." Zhang Ran explained with a smile: "If you are not used to it, continue to call me Xiaoyue."

Changed her name? Luo Youdi opened her mouth, wanting to ask why she suddenly changed her name, but swallowed the words back. What's the point of asking? Maybe she didn't like the name her elder brother and sister-in-law gave her, so she changed it.

"I changed my name too!" Erya jumped up and down, took out her ID card from her pocket and put it in front of Zhang Ran like she was presenting a treasure, "From now on I'll be called Wang Guihua!" She used the excuse that the factory needed to apply for an ID card, called the village chief's house, lied to her mother to send her the household registration booklet, and secretly ran to the police station to change her name.

"Congratulations." Zhang Ran was happy for her and also happy for himself.

Erya waited for Zhang Ran to finish reading it and then put the ID card under Luo Youdi's nose for her to see.

Luo Youdi gave him face and looked at him a few more times.

She knew that Erya's real name was Wang Zhaodi, and this name would cause her to be discriminated against by her classmates at school and to be laughed at when she went out to work. So it was better to change it.

Chatting and laughing along the way, Zhang Ran walked in front to lead the way. He took them to the second small workshop, reached a cooperation, and then went to the next one. He went to seven or eight small workshops in a row and finally reached cooperation with five.

In the middle, we also had lunch with the workers in one of the small workshops.

After running for nearly a whole day, as soon as we got home, we all collapsed on the bed and slept until dark.

After dinner, Erya rushed to wash the dishes.

Luo Youdi helped the child wash up.

Zhang Ran stood aside and explained: "Four out of the five companies we negotiated today couldn't understand the design drawings at all. I plan to take a day off from school tomorrow. You guys come with me to the county town to purchase fabrics and a sewing machine, bring them back to make samples and send them to them."

"Xiao Yue." Luo Youdi frowned and objected: "Doing business cannot interfere with studying, so don't go. Go back to school and attend classes as usual. Erya and I will do it." She can operate a sewing machine, and Erya has also worked in a garment factory for half a year. The two of them just need to buy some cloth and a sewing machine. This small matter can definitely be accomplished.

Zhang Ran thought that she should always give them opportunities to practice, and there was no need for her to get involved in such trivial matters. She went upstairs, got 20,000 yuan and handed it to Luo Youdi.

"Is it too much?" Luo Youdi frowned. She had already done the math in her mind and didn't need so much money.

Zhang Ran: "Not much, I also need to buy a camera."

"Why buy a camera?" Luo Youdi didn't understand why she had to buy something extra. "If you want to take pictures, I'll take you to a photo studio. Isn't it a waste to spend money on a camera?"

Zhang Ran patiently explained: "If we buy a camera, we can take pictures of every step of making samples, and then they won't make mistakes."

Almost all the workers who make clothes are women, most of whom are primary school students. A few have attended junior high school, and some are even illiterate. It is normal that they cannot understand the design drawings.

Smart workers will make exactly the same clothes after seeing the samples, but there is no guarantee that some of them will not understand the samples. Rework is a result that no one wants to see.

If it were a garment factory, there would be people who understand the design drawings and would be able to cut out the fabric and distribute it to the workers below. There would be no need to be so troublesome, but the small workshop lacked such talent, so she had to do it herself.