Mingyue Clothing Factory, with the help of Peng Yufei and two others, was running smoothly. All she needed to do was oversee the designs, draw the drafts, and the rest could be handled by Peng Yufei and his two companions.
The inspiration for Star Bright's clothing was abundant. With countless designs and its growing reputation, she believed that Star Bright's branches would soon flourish everywhere.
Although it seemed like she was making money from several sources, the actual liquid assets she had were pitifully low.
In the stock market, sometimes she made money, sometimes she lost some, but mostly, she earned more than she lost. All in all, she had made quite a bit of money.
If others knew Tang Yue's thoughts, they might accuse her of being ungrateful. The money she earned from the stock market alone was equivalent to several years' salary for an ordinary person.
"Xiao Yue?" Chu Hong saw Tang Yue as soon as he came out of the hospital room.
