Luo Song was taken aback, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. Being pointed out by a junior about the shortcomings of his clothing factory made him a bit ashamed. However, what Nianyang said was the truth—it was a problem he had been troubled by and unable to solve.
Nianyang smiled slightly, "Uncle Luo, you must understand that without my design sketches, your clothing factory is definitely a dead end. Instead of selling it for limited funds, why not strive with me to realize the true value of the factory?
Moreover, I'm not just providing design sketches. I also have a complete system for future development and how to take the clothing factory to the next level.
Trust me, giving me half of the shares won't be a loss for you, and I'll create even more surprises for you."
