"Okay, this way." The fabric shop owner made a welcoming gesture.
He wanted to walk beside Ye Ranran, but One stubbornly squeezed into the middle, so he moved to the right, and One quickly stepped to that side first.
The fabric shop owner wanted to say something, but upon seeing One's expressionless face, he forcibly swallowed his discontent.
The workshop was spacious and bright, with fully mechanized operations and flame and explosion-proof devices installed, and all the necessary permits were in place.
Ye Ranran glanced around casually, finding no faults with the fabrics.
After about an hour, she left.
"Don't rush to draft the contract. Observe for a while longer and conduct several surprise inspections. Once everything is confirmed to be correct, then we can discuss the prices." After returning to J.C., Ye Ranran immediately said.
The marketing director and the product director exchanged glances and nodded in unison: "Understood."
