Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 66 This is no secret

"Director Zhuang, it's no secret that the Yanjing Garment Factory isn't doing well, is it?" Jiang Yang got straight to the point.

Zhuang Yongqiang's face darkened.

This young man really speaks without any politeness.

He suppressed his anger: "What exactly do you want to say? If you have nothing to say, get out of here and don't delay my work."

Jiang Yang remained composed and dignified: "As the factory director, Director Zhuang's salary is surely linked to performance. Doesn't he want to earn more money?"

These words struck a nerve with Zhuang Yongqiang.

He did indeed receive very little bonus because the factory was not doing well.

But can this young man really help him turn things around?

He looked at Jiang Yang suspiciously, still somewhat disbelieving: "What's your plan?"

Seeing that he was starting to soften, Jiang Yang pressed his advantage: "I have a lot of clothing orders on hand and I'd like to find a factory to manufacture them. I'll handle all the fabric and orders; you just need to be responsible for production. How about that?"

Zhuang Yongqiang's eyes lit up, and he began to make plans in his mind.

If we get orders, the factory's profits will increase.

He cleared his throat, his tone softening considerably: "Xiao Liu, go pour this comrade a cup of tea."

Upon hearing this, the secretary quickly turned around to pour tea.

Jiang Yang didn't stand on ceremony and sat down in the chair: "My orders are about a thousand pieces per month."

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Zhuang Yongqiang spat out all the tea he had just drunk.

His eyes widened: "How many? A thousand pieces?"

The Yanjing Garment Factory's annual order volume is only this much.

This kid actually said his orders are a thousand a month?

“That’s right, a thousand pieces.” Jiang Yang nodded affirmatively.

Zhuang Yongqiang stood up excitedly and paced back and forth.

This is like a windfall!

He rubbed his hands together, his tone becoming much warmer: "Comrade, what is your surname?"

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "My surname is Jiang, and my name is Jiang Yang."

"Comrade Jiang, you've come here today to discuss prices, haven't you?"

Zhuang Yongqiang's attitude made a complete 180-degree turn, and he wished he could worship Jiang Yang as a god of wealth.

“That’s right, if the price is right, we can sign the contract in a week.” Jiang Yang’s tone remained calm.

"Five yuan for the production fee for each garment, how about that?" Zhuang Yongqiang held up five fingers.

Jiang Yang quickly did the math in his head; transporting it from Jiang'an County would be quite expensive.

He shook his head: "Five yuan is too expensive, three yuan."

Zhuang Yongqiang looked troubled: "Comrade Jiang, three yuan is too low. There are so many mouths to feed in the factory."

Jiang Yang didn't want to push the price too low: "Three yuan and fifty cents, that's the lowest I can go."

Zhuang Yongqiang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "Okay, three yuan and fifty cents it is."

Jiang Yang stood up: "Then it's settled. I'll come back in a week to draft the contract."

"Very well! I await Comrade Jiang's arrival!"

Zhuang Yongqiang, all smiles, saw him to the door.

As Jiang Yang walked out of the garment factory, a weight was lifted from his heart.

The next morning, Jiang Yang walked into the classroom as the dawn broke.

Before he even entered the door, he sensed something was off. The doorway was crowded with people, and there was a constant buzzing of conversation.

Jiang Yang grabbed a classmate who was squeezing in and asked, "What's going on? What day is it today?"

The student exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Jiang An has transferred to our class! Everyone wants to see him in person!"

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Jiang Yang sneered inwardly.

Counterfeiters have even managed to sneak into university classrooms.

He wanted to see just who this guy really was.

It took him quite a bit of effort to squeeze into the classroom.

Standing on the podium was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a clean white shirt, with his hair neatly combed. He was of average appearance and not particularly outstanding.

But the girls in the classroom all had stars in their eyes, like they were at a fan meeting.

Su Jingtong blushed deeply and walked awkwardly to the podium, her voice trembling slightly: "Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang An, hello, I am Dong Xin, the president of the literary society... ah no, I am Su Jingtong."

She was so nervous that she even mispronounced her own name.

The man smiled, revealing his white teeth: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Cheng, and Jiang'an is my pen name. 'Jiang' is taken from the 'Jiang' in Jiangnan. I personally love the water towns of Jiangnan, so I used this pen name."

Su Jingtong and Xu Dan had become his little fans, chattering incessantly around him, one on each side, as if they wanted to stick to him.

Jiang Yang couldn't stand it any longer and let out a sneer.

Upon hearing the laughter, Su Jingtong immediately turned and glared at Jiang Yang: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Yang shrugged: "It's nothing, I just feel that some people don't deserve to have the character '诚' (cheng, meaning honesty) in their names."

Zhou Cheng's face darkened: "Young man, we don't seem to know each other, do we? I don't think I've offended you."

Jiang Yang shrugged: "I've seen people pick up money, but I've never seen anyone eagerly pick up insults."

Zhou Cheng suppressed his anger: "Excuse me, classmate, I think I'm the only one in this classroom whose name contains the character 'Cheng'?"

Jiang Yang said with a disdainful look: "China has 1.4 billion people, don't take yourselves too seriously."

This kid!

Zhou Cheng clenched his fists, but hesitated to lash out because so many classmates were present.

But Xu Dan couldn't hold back any longer. She pointed at Jiang Yang's nose and yelled, "Who do you think you are! How dare you talk to Mr. Jiang An like that!"

Jiang Yang glanced at her: "I'm here to study, I don't have time to waste with clowns."

"You!" Xu Dan was so angry that her face turned green.

Su Jingtong joined the fray, pointing at Jiang Yang and berating him: "Do you know what the consequences are of offending Mr. Jiang An? Can you bear them?"

Jiang Yang kicked the stool away and turned to leave.

"Stop right there!" Su Jingtong blocked his way. "You're not going anywhere unless you apologize!"

Xu Dan said viciously, "Apologize? That's too lenient on him! He should kneel down and admit his mistake!"

Zhou Cheng stood to the side, silent, but a smug smile played on his lips.

Jiang Yang doesn't care how much trouble Su Jingtong causes, but he won't allow an imposter to use his name to swindle people.

"Where is the principal's office?" he asked in a cold voice.

What are you doing in the principal's office?

Su Jingtong stopped him, looking wary.

"None of your business, get lost."

Jiang Yang's patience had run out, and he was too lazy to maintain a facade of peace any longer.

Su Jingtong's face instantly contorted with rage: "Jiang Yang, don't push your luck!"

"Pushing your luck? I was just asking where the principal's office was, and that's considered pushing your luck? Do you own this university?"

Jiang Yang sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.

"And another thing, are you two out of your minds? You actually got completely fooled by a fake."

"Who are you calling an imposter!" Xu Dan shrieked.

Jiang Yang's gaze fell on Zhou Cheng, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Xu Dan's anger finally erupted: "How dare you insult Mr. Jiang An! You must kneel down and admit your mistake!"

She rushed up to Jiang Yang, her finger almost poking the tip of his nose.