Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Even though it's the end of the year, next year's orders are only 80% of this year's. Zhu Hongying is anxious, and Jin Yuanyuan is even more anxious.

Jin Yaya's socks are mostly made of carded cotton, combed cotton, and polyester yarn. The production process is simple, and the patterns can be adjusted according to the customer's needs.

But perhaps, maybe, possibly... Jin Yuanyuan was thinking about what kind of innovation she could make to get new and additional orders.

She posted a message on her WeChat Moments: Seeking eco-friendly methods for making socks.

Fortunately, she was well-liked and knew many people, so people started offering suggestions.

Of course, most people don't know much about this industry and are just talking nonsense, so there's basically no useful information.

However, one comment caught her attention. It was from a friend who mentioned seeing someone in Hong Kong extracting bamboo fiber to make knitwear, which is environmentally friendly, healthy, and durable.

Durability is extremely important, because carded cotton is not durable. Many people even complained in her live streams that Jin Yaya's socks were not durable.

At this time, Jin Yuanyuan could only fight alone.

The work habits she developed at the PR firm, the colleagues with their assigned tasks—all gone… Sigh, all she could do was sigh. Because now she couldn't even get a decent cup of espresso, and these little details were indeed frustrating.

I thought about it, and then I thought about it some more.

Jin Yuanyuan then posted another "help" message in Zhao Zhuoran's "Colorful World" WeChat group: Does anyone know or know anyone who makes bamboo fiber? I'd like to learn more.

This group is usually quite lively, with many people posting various information every day. If anyone knows something, please help each other out.

But bamboo fiber seems to be rare, and Jin Yuanyuan waited for a long time without anyone replying to her.

On the third day at noon, Zhao Zhuoran suddenly left her a message asking if she was at the sock factory.

Jin Yuanyuan was just about to go out to buy milk tea for the young women at the sock factory when she immediately replied, "I'm nearby. Want to come find me? I only have milk tea here."

"I won't drink." Zhao Zhuoran replied firmly and quickly. A moment later, he added two more words: "To gain weight."

Jin Yuanyuan got angry just looking at those two words. Didn't he know that those were the two words women hated the most?

However, when Zhao Zhuoran appeared at Jin Yaya's sock factory two hours later, Jin Yuanyuan still quietly sighed: "I can't drink milk tea, losing weight is the most important thing."

Zhao Zhuoran still had a tall and straight figure, the kind that looked slim in clothes but muscular underneath. The tall girl next to him had an even more well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face, making even Zhao Zhuoran, a girl herself, somewhat smitten.

Jin Yuanyuan was still wrapped in that light pink down jacket, completely disregarding her appearance. When Zhao Zhuoran saw her, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Excuse me, is milk tea really that good?"

"Have I gained weight?" Jin Yuanyuan was startled.

"No, I just thought it might be nice if you opened a milk tea shop." After getting to know her better, Zhao Zhuoran finally revealed his "harsh" nature and started teasing her.

But what could Jin Yuanyuan do? Get angry? She wouldn't dare. Because the young lady they brought was Dong Xiaoran, a researcher who makes bamboo fiber.

"I heard it from Zhuoran. You might need to learn about bamboo fiber. I happened to be visiting a bamboo garden here, so we decided to come together." Dong Xiaoran spoke beautifully, her eyes even seemed to sparkle.

"Okay, okay!" Jin Yuanyuan immediately expressed her complete welcome, and enthusiastically raised the milk tea in her hand, "Want some milk tea? It's on me, it's really delicious!"

Dong Xiaoran laughed and glanced at Zhao Zhuoran, her eyes full of affection.

In that instant, Jin Yuanyuan felt uncomfortable again.

She's been having so many uncomfortable things lately; if discomfort had levels, she'd be at level ten right now because of this one glance.

But why bother?

Jin Yuanyuan kept comforting herself.

Dong Xiaoran, quite unabashed, took the milk tea and entered Jin Yaya's production workshop, saying, "How much do you know about bamboo fiber? It's a cellulose fiber extracted from naturally grown bamboo. It has excellent breathability, instant water absorption, strong abrasion resistance, and good dyeability. It also has natural antibacterial, bacteriostatic, mite-repellent, deodorizing, and UV-resistant functions... Actually, the raw material for making socks isn't special; many people have already started using it... So, how do you want to use it? How do you want to make it?"

"Ah... I was just saying..." Jin Yuanyuan really didn't know what to say.

Zhao Zhuoran laughed beside her, "Yuanyuan, Xiaoran has a quick temper. She was very interested after I told her about your situation here. So, we made an appointment. I guess you'll be spending most of your time here these days."

"That's true... Ah, it's the end of the year, your restaurant must be very busy. Thank you for coming." Jin Yuanyuan was still very polite, after all, this place is quite far from Hangzhou.

Zhao Zhuoran smiled broadly, "It's nothing, I just stopped by to buy some things and have a meal."

Anyway, this kind of conversation is meaningless. The point is that this Ms. Dong is indeed quite knowledgeable. After giving Jin Yuanyuan a free course on bamboo fiber, she told her that she would ask some friends in the next couple of days because she remembered that someone had also made similar socks, but had not reached the point of mass production.

Jin Yuanyuan was naturally overjoyed and even treated them to a simple home-cooked meal at Jin Yaya's small restaurant. They chatted happily together.

As they were leaving, Dong Xiaoran took a liking to the tall osmanthus tree in front of Jin Yaya's door and even took some careful photos of it. Jin Yuanyuan also explained earnestly that her grandfather had planted it himself because her grandmother loved the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.

"Every year when the osmanthus flowers bloom here, you can smell their sweet fragrance from a kilometer away. The flowers are also very beautiful. I'll look for photos later; my friend took some."

"What if we sell it?" Dong Xiaoran suddenly asked.

"What? You can sell such a big tree?" Jin Yuanyuan was stunned. "It's already twenty meters tall and so thick, how much is it?"

Dong Xiaoran laughed, "Sister Yuanyuan, you have to keep up with the times. There's nothing you can't do now. You can just dig up this tree, pack it up, and take it away. If someone is really serious about buying it, there's always a way."

"what?"

"How much do you think is appropriate?"

"what?"

Jin Yuanyuan was completely taken aback; she had only come to discuss bamboo fiber, but it turned into selling this osmanthus tree. This was quite a surprise. She turned to Zhao Zhuoran and asked, "Why do I feel like your friend is someone special?"