Song Yunuan set aside her tasks and headed to the garment factory.
Another hefty order was about to come flying in.
Zhilan Garment Factory had never actively peddled their goods since its inception.
Song Yunuan always felt this would cultivate a very bad habit among these people.
Especially her own father, Song Liang.
But now this was the situation, and these were the circumstances.
It really was the case... as long as the clothes were made, selling them was no concern.
Now, many private enterprises were sprouting up like mushrooms after rain.
Of course, this included garment factories and some private clothing and tailor shops...
But to say that any private companies could truly compete with Zhilan Garment Factory was almost nonexistent.
Of course, Zhilan Garment Factory only occupied a very small market share, and the national market was huge; they had not yet scaled up to that extent.
But for a factory that had come out of a rural area, this was already very impressive.
