"Our factory previously generated foreign exchange by exporting silk to Japanese factories to make silk fans."
"But these village-run factories don't have enough funds to order large quantities of silk. I know a bit about your silk weaving factory's situation, and as far as I know, the silk stockpiled in the warehouse this year, last year, and even the year before has already reached a point where even a clearance sale would result in a loss."
Gong Liang nodded: "But I want to give it a try."
"Master Jing, you said yesterday, how will we know if we don't try."
"There's hope if we try, but without trying, there's no hope at all."
Jinglixiang smiled, didn't reply, and focused on making Three Meat Buns.
The conversation between the two was actually very interesting, but Qin Huai didn't really listen.
