Tan You sighed. "I want you to come with me, too. I can't even sign a contract by myself. Why couldn't I just be two years older? It's so restrictive. Not fun at all."
There was a clothing factory in town that specialized in overseas export orders. After scrapping the idea of having Cheng Wenhui run a street stall, Tan You had the Beauty System do a deep dive on the factory last night.
She wasn't expecting Cheng Wenhui to make a fortune. As long as she had a stable income to keep the household running, that would be enough. Lost in these thoughts, Tan You and Tan Deming arrived at the clothing factory.
This kind of township enterprise had a very lax management system. For instance, Tan You and Tan Deming had walked nearly a full lap around the entire factory before someone finally came over to ask them what they were doing there.
