A Bao had originally wanted to say that clothes were cheap in China and there was no shortage of buyers. But he was still a little inexperienced, so he couldn't bring himself to say it.
After all, the best way to describe foreign trade was borrowing a chicken to lay eggs. Put less charitably, it was speculation and profiteering—just a different way of putting it.
Seeing A Bao hesitate, Wang Yue cut in and laid out the plan. "There are plenty of textile factories in China, and even more skilled female workers, so finding a supplier won't be difficult.
"A Bao, you'll need to get in touch with them when you go back. Make sure they can supply the goods for our 2.5 million-dollar order on time."
A Bao wanted to say that small factories were easy to find, but they couldn't fulfill an order of this size. Finding a large factory would be difficult, though, since they already had plenty of foreign trade orders.
Before he could speak, Miss Wang, who had been quiet until then, suddenly interjected. "There's a textile factory in Ningbo. It might be possible to work with them."
A Bao hadn't expected Wang Yue's problem to be solved so quickly. Curious, he asked, "How big is the factory? A small one won't be able to handle an order this large."
Miss Wang's real name was Wang Mingzhu. She was a clerk at the No. 27 Foreign Trade General Company and Jinhua's apprentice. She had dealings with many factories, so she knew a lot about them.
She could tell that her tip seemed useful to Wang Yue and A Bao. When Jinhua tried to stop her, she hurriedly added, "Xiao Ningbo's factory has more than three hundred workers. He'd taken a foreign trade order, but the