The Cotton Textile Factory has a lot of good fabrics, and last time Wilson only selected three of them. Today, Lin Xiang mainly introduced a few others. With her exquisite explanation, John indeed developed a strong interest in two of them. "Then give me all the stock of the three fabrics Wilson ordered along with these two, we can sign the contract now." Lin Xiang smiled and politely responded, "Sorry, Mr. John, we’ve already reserved the stock of the first three fabrics for Mr. Wilson, so we can’t sell them to you?" "Why?" John was puzzled, "He’s still on the plane and hasn’t signed a contract with you, so this isn’t a breach of contract. If necessary, I can pay the penalty for breach of contract, just give me all the stock." Lin Xiang spread her hands, "Sorry, Mr. John, although we haven’t signed a written contract, we reached a verbal agreement. We people of Hua Country value integrity. If we were to break the verbal agreement with Mr. Wilson and turn to cooperate with Mr. John, it might accomplish a big order for us, but we’d lose our integrity." Mr. John looked at Lin Xiang a few more times. Isn’t it said that the people of Hua Country are unscrupulous in achieving their goals, even trampling on dignity? "Since you are not sincere in facilitating this cooperation, forget it. Hua Country doesn’t only have your cotton spinning factory, I will just find another factory to cooperate with." Upon hearing John’s words, Lin Xiang couldn’t help but roll her eyes internally. She thought John had great capability; wasn’t he still looking for a cotton spinning factory in Hua Country to order fabric? Criticizing internally, but she maintained a polite smile on her face, "Mr. John, I don’t understand, why do you insist on purchasing the same fabrics as Mr. Wilson?" "To put it bluntly, Mr. Wilson has already opened up this season’s clothing market with the clothes made from these three fabrics. If you order the same fabric now, you’re just following suit. While you may make money, your reputation won’t be great." John was somewhat annoyed. Mere Hua Country folks dare to talk to him about reputation? Lin Xiang didn’t care if he was angry; her purpose was only one, to facilitate this cooperation. "Mr. John, why don’t you consider selecting different fabrics from Mr. Wilson’s and creating new designs to compete with him?" "As far as I know, you take reputation and copyright very seriously, and any oversight equals infringement. But if you choose different fabrics to make new clothing designs, it would open a new market for you, so no one would accuse you of imitating the Wilson Family." After speaking, Lin Xiang didn’t look at John’s expression. She asked Secretary Hu to bring her some paper and pen. Using a pen on the blank page of her notebook, Lin Xiang effortlessly sketched a clothing sample design. After drawing one, she continued to draw a second, and she drew five designs in total before stopping. She tore these five sample designs from the notebook and laid them side by side to show John. "Mr. John, these five design sketches correspond to the five types of fabrics. Each fabric has different materials and features, which produce different styles when made into clothing. You can take a look first." Though Lin Xiang is a food blogger, she’s also a girl who loves beauty. She may not be able to design clothes, but that doesn’t stop her from drawing! Sketching the styles of beautiful clothes she had worn and seen in her previous life was a piece of cake. Director Chen and others couldn’t understand the conversation between John and Lin Xiang at all; they could only infer from John’s expressions that he was somewhat angry at first. Then, after Lin Xiang drew a few pictures, John’s brow relaxed, and his blue eyes were filled with excitement. "Lin, are you a fashion designer?" Lin Xiang smiled, "I might become a fashion designer in the future." "Come with me to the United States, be our fashion company’s exclusive designer, and I will offer you a high annual salary." Lin Xiang smiled, "Sorry, I love my country, I can’t bear to leave." "Why not? The United States is better than Hua Country in every way!" Lin Xiang smiled, "But the fabric in the United States can’t compare to Hua Country’s." Otherwise, why would everyone come to Hua Country to buy fabric? Wilson might have stumbled upon it by chance, but John specifically sought out the Cotton Textile Factory to buy fabric after seeing the Wilson Family’s clothing dominating this season’s market. And yet, where does he get the face to say the United States is better than Hua Country in every way? John, after being rebutted by Lin Xiang several times, really wanted to get mad at her, but, alas, these few design drawings by Lin Xiang struck a chord with him. He could already imagine the sensation and response the clothes made with these fabrics would create. In this battle with the Wilson Family, he was sure to win! So, even though he was angry, John didn’t lash out at Lin Xiang; instead, he agreed to sign the order. Lin Xiang, relying on John focusing on the design sketches rather than her, pouted slightly. "Director Chen, Mr. John has agreed to sign the contract with us. Each of these five types of fabric, he wants over ten thousand bolts." Director Chen was so shocked his jaw dropped. Secretary Hu used one hand to support his own chin and the other to close Director Chen’s jaw. "Lin, did you just mishear it? Hearing thousands as tens of thousands?" Content orıginally comes from 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 Lin Xiang smiled, "Director Chen, I’m not at an age where I would mishear things. How could I possibly confuse thousands and tens of thousands?" "These kinds of fabrics are all expensive, with each bolt priced in the hundreds." Ten thousand bolts would cost a million, particularly as there are five types, each requiring over ten thousand bolts. Lin Xiang thought to herself, for the people of Hua Country, fabric priced at a hundred Hua Country Currency per bolt is considered a luxury, but for families like John and Wilson, it’s merely a drizzle. One bolt of fabric is about thirty-three meters; making a dress with a larger skirt requires one and a half to two meters of fabric. Americans like large skirts, at most three meters of fabric; accounting for waste, one bolt can still make eight or nine pieces. But whether it’s John’s company or Wilson’s company, the clothing they produce falls squarely in the light luxury category, with the unit price at least a hundred US Dollars. In comparison, the cost of a hundred Hua Country Currency is already considered low. "If these fabrics also come in other colors or patterns, bring them out now, and I’ll let Mr. John take a look. Maybe he’ll want them all at once." An additional color or pattern could mean an extra one million in orders! Unfortunately, these five fabrics don’t come in other colors or patterns. Still, an order of five million is already a huge sum for the Cotton Textile Factory.