Chapter 115: The Approach of Double Eleven

In early November, light rain fell one after another; first it was a drizzle, then it became a steady downpour. After the rain, Hangzhou became increasingly chilly. The leaves began to wither and turn yellow, falling to pave the asphalt roads of the campus into golden avenues, like a landscape painting of a golden autumn that left one intoxicated.

As the Double Eleven approached, the frequency of Shen Yan's trips to the factory inevitably increased.

It would be fine if things were as orderly as usual, but this was the first time Taobao was holding a Double Eleven event. When an unprecedentedly massive crowd of people rushed into the shops all at once, the novices who had never seen such a grand spectacle would surely be dizzy and at a loss for what to do.

Some things had to be prepared in advance.

Yancheng Clothing Factory, online store operations office.

Shen Yan began assigning tasks to a few young people.

"Xiao Juan and Xiao Fang will be on duty together tomorrow night. You are both already very skilled at customer service, so don't panic no matter what happens..."

"In addition, Fang Tian is responsible for completing the task of packing express deliveries. It is better to be a little slower than to make mistakes... If you really can't keep up, just pull some manpower from the workshop."

"Fang Xiang, be ready to provide support at any time; I will also come to the scene then."

"Yes! Boss!"

The few of them answered loudly in unison.

Immediately after, Shen Yan called for the production manager, Han Yi, to hear his report on the factory's situation.

"Boss, according to your instructions, the workers have been working overtime these past few days to rush the production of clothes. Currently, the warehouse inventory totals three thousand down jackets and ten thousand sets of thermal underwear."

Shen Yan nodded slightly to show his satisfaction. "Not bad. Keep up this momentum. Pay close attention to strict quality control and production craftsmanship; it must be above the standard."

"Very well, Boss!"

In fact, Han Yi had always harbored doubts. With such a large inventory sitting in the warehouse, worth nearly one million in total, was there really no problem?

Shen Yan made no secret of running the online store and had specifically cleared out space to serve as the online store operations office. It was said that the sales were quite gratifying.

However, with the inventory in the warehouse increasing day by day, he was truly worried that the factory's capital chain would break. If the workers couldn't get their wages then, it would inevitably lead to trouble.

"Boss, look at all these goods in the warehouse. Should we contact a few more distributors to clear out the inventory as soon as possible?"

As the largest clothing production base in Hangzhou, Yuhang District produced clothing that was affordable and of excellent quality, which could be said to be famous far and wide.

There were quite a few distributors and wholesalers who came to Yancheng Clothing Factory to pick up goods. In addition, the factory could also receive many production orders. According to Shen Yan's instructions, besides meeting the sales demand of the online store, they had to ensure the warehouse inventory was sufficient; only the remainder would be left for distributors to act as agents for, or to produce received orders.

This went against the factory's past business philosophy—high inventory and low shipments were not a good thing.

Han Yi only thought that Shen Yan was too young and didn't understand the way of business, but he was afraid of offending his boss, so he had to offer a roundabout reminder.

Shen Yan smiled slightly and said, "There is no need to worry about the inventory. In the coming period, the warehouse will ship out a large amount of goods. You just need to focus on overseeing production."

"Yes, Boss!" Han Yi breathed a slight sigh of relief. As long as Shen Yan knew what he was doing, he was only afraid of him being young and arrogant, refusing to listen to advice and messing things up.

He didn't want to easily lose this livelihood that supported his family.

However, after Shen Yan took over the factory, the factory was thriving. The workers had endless work to do every day, and clothing production wages were calculated by the piece; doing more meant higher income, so the workers were all beaming with joy every day.

What the production industry feared was having nothing to do; the workers were not afraid of hardship or fatigue, only of not being able to make money.

After Han Yi left, Shen Yan began to examine the various reports on his desk, including raw material procurement, equipment maintenance applications, online store sales reports, distributor pickup reports, and order production reports.

Shen Yan handled these miscellaneous matters with ease, making instructions one by one, and picked up the phone to start making calls.

"Hello! Manager Zhang, I'm sending another batch of materials over; the funds will be transferred to your account later..."

Just as Shen Yan was in the middle of his phone call, "Knock, knock, knock..." the door was suddenly knocked on. Although the sound was not loud, it seemed exceptionally clear in this quiet environment.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and Fang Xiang was seen wearing a black and gray sweater jacket, paired with blue straight-leg jeans, simple yet stylish.

That waterfall-like dark hair hung naturally from both sides to her chest, and her face was without makeup, giving people a fresh and refined feeling.

In this state, Fang Xiang had a touch of a student's purity, with less of the worldliness of society.

Seeing that Shen Yan was on the phone, Fang Xiang immediately became light-footed, like a cautious little kitten.

"Yes, yes... Alright! Then I'll trouble you, Manager Zhang."

After hanging up the phone, the corners of Shen Yan's mouth curled into a gentle smile, and he said, "You don't have to be so careful. Is there something you need by coming to find me?"

Fang Xiang smiled foolishly, placed the thermos in her hand on the desk, and said, "Nothing much, I was just worried that the boss might be thirsty, so I brewed some tea and brought it over."

Honestly, a girl like Fang Xiang, who was simple and obedient to her man, could be said to be as rare as a giant panda in this restless society.

The longer he was in contact with her, the more he could appreciate how precious she was.

In fact, when he first took in Fang Xiang, Shen Yan was still a bit hesitant, fearing that all of this was just a facade and that Fang Xiang was actually a greedy person who stayed by his side only to extract more value.

Now it seemed that everything was just worrying for nothing; no matter how well a person could pretend, the emotional expression from the bottom of their heart could not be completely covered up.

Shen Yan picked up the thermos, unscrewed the cap, took two gulps, and praised, "Not bad, you are becoming more and more thoughtful now."

"Come here and let me hug you."

Hearing this, Fang Xiang was not as shy as before; she turned around and skillfully locked the door, pulled the curtains, and then drifted over like a light butterfly, straddled her legs, and sat gracefully on Shen Yan's lap.

Shen Yan pulled her into his arms, buried his head in her neck, sniffed gently, and said in a seductive voice, "You're dressed too conservatively today; it's uncomfortable to hug."

"It's cold out, but I'm wearing black silk stockings underneath," Fang Xiang murmured shyly.

Shen Yan's eyes lit up. Previously, when he asked Fang Xiang to wear black silk stockings, this girl was still a bit shy, muttering that only loose women wore them. If it hadn't been for the clear requirements of Weilan Zhidu and the pressure of making a living, she would never have worn that kind of clothing even if she died.

So Shen Yan asked her to take off her jeans, and Fang Xiang followed suit. The two had already experienced the most intimate things; as long as Shen Yan liked it, Fang Xiang would agree to any request without hesitation.