There were countless ways to do business. It wasn't as though anyone could earn all the money in the world anyway.
After they settled on the payment terms, He Jing rose with Ding Ding as he was leaving and personally walked him out.
Only then did Ding Ding pretend to ask casually.
"Ms. He, you're pretty kindhearted, huh?"
He Jing knew what he meant and turned to glance at the factory building behind her.
"Everyone has it hard, but I have it a little easier than they do."
He Jing told Ding Ding that she was a soldier who had been discharged because of an injury.
After leaving the military, she had taken over her family's factory. She knew nothing about running a business or managing people, and even her parents' hands-on instruction hadn't managed to teach her.
Fortunately, the reputation her parents' generation had built was enough to keep the factory running. After both her parents passed away, however, the Jinghe Dyeing Factory grew quieter still.
At first, she had only taken in a female worker with a slight limp to turn the fabric. Gradually, more and more people... who struggled to make a living came knocking, and He Jing simply couldn't turn them away.
With so many employees to feed, He Jing wanted to go out and secure orders, too. She had tried visiting potential clients and attended all the major trade shows.
Unfortunately, for reasons she didn't know, even conversations that went well rarely ended in a deal.
"That's normal," Ding Ding said. "The big factories have their reputations. Honestly, if someone hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't even have known there was a dyeing factory in this place."
Ding Ding deliberately skirted the industry's dirty dealings, keeping its unsavory practices to himself and picking out things