Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Warehouse No. 3 of the textile factory.

Li Defa pushed open the rusty iron gate, and a stench mixed with chemical dyes hit him, making his throat tight.

Li Defa covered his nose and turned on his flashlight.

The dim beam of light weaved through the dust motes dancing in the air, finally settling on the pile of fabric in the corner.

"It's all here."

Li Defa kicked away the mousetrap on the ground, pointed at the pile of colorful fabrics, and said with a tone full of disgust.

"This is the shoddy product that the bookworms in the technical department messed up. They tried to copy foreigners' blending techniques, but the result is a hodgepodge, like scribbles."

Su Rou pushed up her glasses, which had slipped off her nose, and, not caring about the dirt, quickly walked forward.

The light shining on that pile of fabric was truly appalling.

In some places, the dyeing is uneven, and in others, there are even obvious streaks. The patterns are also incredibly tacky.

But there was no disgust in Su Rou's eyes, only the green light of a hungry wolf seeing meat.

She bent down, and the moment her fingers touched the fabric, she shuddered violently.

In my ears, I could almost hear that nightmarish, crisp voice again.

"Sizzle—!"

Immediately following was a deafening roar of laughter and whistles from the movie theater entrance, with mocking faces magnified and swirling before her eyes.

Like countless sharp knives, they were relentlessly scraping at her fragile nerves.

That burning shame surged from my tailbone to the top of my head once again!

Do not!

There must never be a second time!

Su Rou's breathing became rapid. She suddenly grabbed both ends of a piece of cloth, her face contorted with rage.

This isn't about inspecting the fabric; it's about battling your own inner demons!

"Mmm—ah!"

She let out a low growl, and with all her might, she tore at herself frantically to both sides!

Li Defa was startled by her crazed appearance and subconsciously took a half step back.

The silence inside the warehouse was terrifying.

one second.

two seconds.

There was no tearing sound!

The seemingly rough fabric was only slightly deformed under Su Rou's frantic pulling, and did not tear like last time!

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Su Rou abruptly released her grip, staggered back a step, and then burst into a twisted, maniacal laugh.

She laughed until tears streamed down her face, but her expression conveyed a sense of exhilaration at surviving a disaster.

"Okay, this is it!"

"This kind of synthetic fiber blend is the strongest, most durable, and most resistant to wear and tear! As long as it doesn't tear, it'll sell!"

In this day and age, for ordinary people, durability is the most important thing!

Li Defa had no idea what was wrong with Su Roufa.

But after hearing that the fabric was fine, he leaned over and touched it, and his brows furrowed.

"It's sturdy enough, but the pattern is so ugly, it looks like a rag. How can this sell?"

"Director Li, you don't understand."

Su Rou sneered; that was the superiority of a reborn person looking down on the era.

She stroked the ugly fabric as if it were a pile of 100-yuan bills.

"There are no unsellable goods in this world, only people who don't know how to package them."

"We'll sell the black stuff!" Su Rou's eyes were sinister. "We'll dye all this fabric black!"

"Black can cover up all imperfections, and it also makes you look slimmer!"

She turned around and stared at Li Defa, her voice seductive.

"Isn't that bitch surnamed Jiang's packaging at the Friendship Store black and gold? Let's ride her coattails!"

"We call this the 'People's Queen's Style! As long as it's dyed jet black, who can tell it's a substandard product underneath?"

Li Defa's eyes lit up, but then he sniffed again.

"But the synthetic fiber smell is a bit strong, like burning rubber."

"That's even simpler." Su Rou's smile grew increasingly sinister.

"Add fragrance! Pour jasmine fragrance into the dye vat! Pour it in heavily!"

"We advertise it as 'fragrant fabric,' meaning it has its own natural body scent!"

"What do those ignorant village women know? The more fragrant it is, the more high-end it seems to them!"

Li Defa was stunned, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He slapped his thigh hard, the loud slap echoing in the empty warehouse and sending dust flying.

"Young lady, your brain... is even sharper than those old foxes at the supply and marketing cooperative!"

The cost is pitifully low. If it could be made into clothes and sold for 15 yuan a piece, then selling one would be pure profit!

However, Su Rou wanted far more than that.

The two returned to the smoke-filled office. Li Defa was still calculating how much money he could make, while Su Rou had already spread out the letter paper and unscrewed the pen cap.

"Making money isn't enough," Su Rou said coldly. "We need to nip it in the bud."

"Director Li, if you want to stay in that position, Wang Xingde must fall!"

She pressed her pen heavily on the paper, her eyes revealing a murderous intent.

"One letter to the city's picket team, one letter to the Revolutionary Committee—a two-pronged approach!"

"Write: Wang Xingde, the director of Hongxing Textile Factory, colluded with Jiang Mian, an unemployed individual, to embezzle state-planned materials and resell them at inflated prices for huge profits! This is speculation and profiteering, a serious crime of embezzling state assets!"

As Su Rou spoke, her pen flew across the paper, each word imbued with deep hatred.

"When the disciplinary team checks the accounts, they'll find that the latest batch of stretch knitted fabric is missing—that'll be irrefutable evidence!"

"Caught red-handed!"

Su Rou raised her head, her face contorted with excitement.

She could even clearly "see" Jiang Mian wearing cold handcuffs, being paraded through the streets in a miserable state!

"The amount involved is enormous; this charge is enough to keep Mr. Jiang eating cornbread for years!"

"As for Wang Xingde, this protector, his collusion with businessmen led to the loss of state-owned assets!"

"At that time, wouldn't this huge textile factory... be your domain, Director Li?"

These words made Li Defa's breathing become heavy, and his obese body trembled slightly with excitement.

He could almost see himself sitting in the big leather swivel chair in the factory director's office, being admired by thousands.

"Let's do it! Damn it, fortune favors the bold!"

Li Defa pulled Su Rou into his arms, his mouth full of the stench of smoke spraying all over her face.

He then gave Su Rou a hard kiss on her face, which was flushed with excitement.

"Once I become the factory manager, besides my wife at home, you'll be the factory manager's wife!"

Su Rou suppressed the nausea churning in her stomach and obediently leaned against him.

Her smile was more radiant than a flower, but her heart was filled with cold mockery.

idiot.

Once I use you to kill Jiang Mian and get my first pot of gold, who cares about being the mistress of a lousy factory manager?

Jiang Mian, let's see how you turn things around this time!

……

Meanwhile, the small Western-style buildings on Wutong Road.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Jiang Mian was lying on the swing that Lu Ting had just made, her two fair legs swinging leisurely in the air.

She was holding half a chilled watermelon in her hands, and was using a spoon to scoop out the sweetest part from the very center.

"Honey, open your mouth."

Jiang Mian scooped out a large spoonful of bright red melon pulp, turned around and handed it to Lu Ting, who was pushing her on the swing.

Lu Ting lowered his head and ate it, the sweet taste traveling from the tip of his tongue all the way to his heart.

Looking at his wife's carefree and relaxed demeanor, he felt incredibly at ease.

"Mianmian," he couldn't help but say.

"Li Weidong just sent word that those two have taken the bait and are probably working overtime in the warehouse to produce counterfeit goods."

"So fast?" Jiang Mian chewed on watermelon, her cheeks bulging. "It seems that this Su Zhiqing is even more eager to be reincarnated than I thought."

"So... shall we just watch like this?" Lu Ting believed in his wife's abilities.

But the thought that the other party had even sent out a letter of complaint still made me a little nervous.

"Otherwise what?"

Jiang Mian swallowed the watermelon, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and a sly glint flashed in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

"The more enthusiastically they work now, the more they'll cry later."

She swung the swing, her voice languid yet carrying a sense of absolute control.

"All we need to do is make sure the stage is stable."