Chapter 179: Big Pocket Seeks Help

Leaving the bar, Chen Mo checked the time; it was already very late.

After thinking, Chen Mo decided to spend the night at Ann and Liu Piaopiao's place.

When he arrived at their apartment, the lights were still on in the room.

This dashed Chen Mo's idea of launching a surprise attack.

At that moment, Liu Piaopiao and Ann were huddled together looking at something.

Seeing Chen Mo open the door and come in, Liu Piaopiao ran over first and flung herself onto him.

"Mo Ge, you're here!"

Chen Mo kissed Liu Piaopiao on the cheek and said with a smile, "You're not waiting for me up this late, are you?"

"Exactly, we've been waiting for you. We wait for you every day, but we often can't catch you—it's heartbreaking." Liu Piaopiao snuggled into Chen Mo's arms, acting coquettishly.

Chen Mo gave Liu Piaopiao's butt a firm squeeze, laughing, "Really? Then I'll come every day from now on—just don't complain about being tired."

"Then forget it!"

As soon as she heard Chen Mo say he'd come every day, Liu Piaopiao straightened up and slipped out of his embrace.

Chen Mo, that old buffalo, if he came every day she really couldn't stand it.

"What are you looking at, not sleeping this late at night?"

As Chen Mo entered, he saw the two huddled together, but Ann quickly hid whatever was in her hands; despite his keen eyesight, he couldn't make out what they were looking at.

"Nothing."

Ann, standing beside the sofa, hid the thing in her hands behind her back.

Compared to the always demure Ann, Liu Piaopiao was much more open.

She walked over to Ann, reached behind her, and pulled out a notebook.

"It's clothing Ann herself drew—it looks really nice."

Saying that, she flipped open the notebook and displayed the drawings on it for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo walked over, took the notebook, flipped it open, and took a look.

The notebook contained pencil sketches of women's clothing, colored in with markers.

Although Chen Mo hadn't visited the Quanwan garment factory many times, he had still seen some clothing design drawings there.

What Ann drew were some clothing design sketches, all of them styles of women's formal wear, which indeed looked not bad.

But Ann isn't professional; her design sketches have many errors—while many parts look good, some are impractical.

"Not bad."

Chen Mo handed the notebook back to Ann.

"Do you want to design women's clothing?"

"No." Ann shook her head. "The shop's business doesn't need me to worry about; I'm just bored and doodle sometimes."

Chen Mo's two shops are basically just wholesale points, with street vendors coming in daily to place orders.

Ann just needs to tally the orders, and the factory will deliver the goods the next day for the vendors to pick up.

Not many customers come into the shop to buy clothes.

The other people in the shop are also Chen Mo's lackeys—each obedient and capable.

So even though Ann manages the two shops, she still has plenty of free time.

In the shop, she comes into contact every day with various styles of men's and women's clothing, all of them designer brands.

This sparked Ann's interest in clothing design, so she spends her free time each day sketching designs according to her own ideas.

Originally this was just a little hobby, never expecting Chen Mo to see it.

"If you like designing clothes, buy a few professional books to study, or if you have time, go to the factory and learn from the masters there.

If your designs are good, you can have the factory produce a batch to sell.

Who knows, you might even become a fashion designer someday!"

"Really?" Ann's eyes lit up instantly. "Can the factory produce the clothes I designed?"

"Of course, it's my factory—I say it can be produced, and it can be."

Chen Mo, with his modern-era experience, knew that relying solely on producing knockoff goods in the apparel industry wouldn't make much money.

Only by creating your own brand can you reap real windfall profits.

And to build a brand, you can't simply copy the designs of big names.

You must have your own designer.

Anyway, you'll eventually need to cultivate your own designer; Ann is interested in this, so if she wants to do it, she should just go ahead.

"Great!" Ann excitedly wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's arm and planted a heavy kiss on his face.

This was the first time Ann had been so proactive.

Liu Piaopiao, standing nearby, watched Ann's happy expression and felt a pang of envy.

"Piaopiao, how's your acting work going? Are you tired?"

After showing concern for Ann, Chen Mo didn't forget Liu Piaopiao.

Liu Piaopiao said somewhat dejectedly, "Not tired at all—I hardly get any roles. I'm basically just a perpetual extra."

"What's going on?"

"Given Liu Piaopiao's looks, she shouldn't be just an extra, let alone not become a breakout star."

Liu Piaopiao pursed her lips: "My acting skills aren't good, and you won't let me kiss or do bed scenes. Directors don't want me, so I can only be a background extra."

"Although sometimes companies want to sign me, as soon as they hear I'm your woman, they dare not."

"If they don't sign, they don't sign." Chen Mo said indifferently, "In a while I'll open a film company and then make you the leading lady."

"Really?" Liu Piaopiao exclaimed delightedly.

"Of course it's true, have I ever lied to you?"

Now Chen Mo has a lot of black money in his hands, and Chen Mo doesn't want to find someone else to launder it; the handling fees are too high.

Moreover, Chen Mo has been eyeing Jingkun's film and television company for a long time.

As soon as Jingkun dies, Chen Mo can take over that film company.

By then, investing his own money to make movies will both earn money and launder money; propping up Liu Piaopiao as the female lead is just a side benefit.

"Mo Ge, you're really great!"

Liu Piaopiao wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's other arm.

"I've been so good to you, shouldn't you put on a good performance tonight?"

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows at the two of them.

Ann's cheeks flushed slightly, and she asked in a low voice: "How do you want us to perform?"

Chen Mo gave a hehe smile and said to Liu Piaopiao: "Piaopiao, bring over that police uniform you wore last time; tonight let Ann wear it."

"Oh, what about me? What should I wear?" Liu Piaopiao asked, tilting her head up.

"You..." Chen Mo glanced at Liu Piaopiao's little perky butt, "Go take a shower first; I'll teach you some new moves later."

Two hours later, Ann, oblivious to her own fatigue, applied medicine to Liu Piaopiao with a flushed face.

Tonight, Liu Piaopiao was seriously injured and could only sleep lying face down.

However, Ann was still sleeping lying down.

We can't try all the moves at once, or else there'll be nothing left to try later.

The next day, Chen Mo left the apartment feeling refreshed, leaving Ann to take care of the unwell Liu Piaopiao.

Just as he entered the office, before Chen Mo could sit down, Da Dou called.

"Mo Ge, it's bad. Da D's people came to the factory to cause trouble."

Chen Mo frowned: "Has there been any fighting?"

"They have. Jie Ge already led people to drive away Da D's lackeys, but they went back to get reinforcements and will be back soon."

"Hold the factory; I'll bring people over right away."

After receiving some guidance from Lu Bin Sun, Da Dou is now in charge of managing the clothing factory in Quanwan.

Next to it is the training ground.

There have always been over a hundred lackeys training there, plus several dozen veteran instructors.

Ordinary gangs of one or two hundred petty thugs pose no threat to the factory at all.

However, since Da Dou has called for help, it shows that Da D has mobilized a sizable force.

Chen Mo immediately summoned Shen Guodong, gathered a hundred lackeys, and drove to Quanwan.