Jeff was a profiteer.
He had bought the previous shipment of Roman fabric at clearance prices. Once the shipping samples were approved, Jeff refused to budge on his asking price, several times what he had paid for it.
It was even higher than the price Ding Ding had charged back then.
Naturally, the new orders carried on at the high price Jeff had set.
That left Jeff with far more profit than Ding Ding, making him rather more willing to share the risk.
"I can give you a sixty-percent deposit."
Jeff considered it. "If that isn't enough to cover the upfront costs, I'll transfer money to you privately. Otherwise, it'll be hard to account for it on the company's books."
"Sixty percent..." Propping up his chin, Ding Ding worked the calculator with one hand. "That's enough. Let's get started first."
"Push the previous polar fleece order along. Try to ship all of it this month."
"Can't."
Ding Ding took a sip of tea, feeling that something was missing beside him. A glance around revealed what it was.
...Why had Little Bai given both coffees to this stupid foreigner?!
"The last seven or eight dye lots were only scheduled today. At the earliest, it'll take until..."
The office had frosted glass, blocking most of the view except for a few narrow gaps. Anyone leaning close to them became particularly conspicuous.
Bai Congming sat beside Fang Yun, poking at the keyboard with one finger as he entered the figures from the printed handwritten fabric tally sheet into the computer one by one. His brows twisted into a wave, and he muttered under his breath.
Ding Ding softened. He cleared his throat and continued discussing business with Jeff.
"Next month at the earliest."
"..."
Noticing his distraction, Jeff pursed his lips but said