A Promising Youth

Chapter 9 Her Name is Clara Sue

I thanked Sienna over the phone and was even more grateful in my heart to Master for introducing me

to such a capable person.

Later, Sienna said, Clara was in the development zone. She was a textile factory owner, and the

company called “Blue Butterfly Textile Factory”.

After hanging up the phone, I barely hesitated for a moment, left the police station straight away and

took a cab.

Of course, I didn't go to her right away, but first went to a nearby mall, spent over 800 yuan to buy a

decent suit and leather shoes, and went to the mall bathroom to carefully primp my image to make sure

it wasn't too shabby.

Sitting in the car, my fists clenched with excitement. Did the girl who gave me hope and haunted me in

my mind still remember me and the words she said?

“It will be fine.”

“Wait for me in college” and now I was coming for you.

And what made me even happier was that she was in the textile business. In mentioning that, I had to

say something about the teacher who taught me art in prison.

Not many people might know this teacher's name, but the brand “Mermaid” was familiar to anyone

throughout R City, and even the province.

This fabric brand, from very early through five generations, were renowned in the province. Until this

teacher's generation, it had accumulated wealth, but he did not care about business, and finally was

framed to prison,

And “Mermaid” had completely disappeared.

During my four years of study in prison, my teacher not only taught me art and appreciation skills, but

also handed down to me a great deal of clothing design, dyeing and weaving, with the hopt that I could

pass on this craft for him.

The taxi arrived at the entrance of the Blue Butterfly Textile Factory. I got out and walked inside in a

hurry. The scale of the factory was not large. Although it was early summer, everything flourished, but

the whole factory was dead with no vitality.

Many workers were sitting either on the side of the road or in front of the plant, gossiping, hanging their Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

heads, or doing nothing. I had never run a company, but this was never a good sign. I had a feeling

something bad was going to happen.

“Hello, what's going on with this company?”

Walking to the side of the road, I asked with a lead look-alike.

“Who are you?”

The man asked me, smoking a cigarette.

“I... I'm here to apply for a job.”

“The company is going to be over, go away.”

I froze and asked with a frown.

“Isn't the company fine? How can it be over?”

He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said.

“Since the young chairman came to power, the whole factory is in chaos. The top management is busy

fighting for power and profit, the relatives of the Sue family are muddling through. Who cares about the

workers? We have not been paid for three months. The young chairman originally thought he could

engage in clothing bid in the large economic summit held in the city. As long as she wins the bid, she

can pay us.”

At that, he spat hard and added.

“But JL Garment Factory, which was the rival, has hired a foreign designer and is now bidding in our

company's conference room. I think we will fail.”

Now they were bidding?

That meant there was still hope?! I hurriedly asked,

“Sir, where is the conference room?”

He frowned.

“Little brother, don't you understand what I said? They have hired foreign designers, while Blue

Butterfly is a textile factory and never has clothing design experience. This factory will soon be over.

You look like an educated person. Find another job!”

“I'm the designer Miss Clara hired! I have a way to get a bid! Tell me, where is the conference room?”

I was in such a hurry that sweat was coming down my forehead.

He looked at me dumbfounded, pointed to the office building in front of him and said.

“Third floor.”

I ran towards the office building, and before I reached the third floor, I heard voices in the conference

room.

“Clara, this design of your company is, to be honest, quite average.”

“Director Lau, although theirs is not good, our JL Garment Factory's design will definitely not let you

down. Our specialty is to design and produce clothing, and I spent a lot of money to hire Mr. Andrew.

We are far more reliable than the companies trying to fool around with investments.”

A very foxy woman's voice said with a smile.

By then I had reached the door of the conference room, where there were a lot of people sitting inside.

And in the middle of the crowd, with just a glance, I saw her!

Yes, she was that pretty girl. Her hair was longer, but she was more beautiful and mature than before.

Even though her eyes were red and nearly in tears from aggression and disappointment, her eyes were

still so beautiful and bright.

Instead of barging in immediately and interrupting the proceedings, I stood by the door, carefully

gathering useful information about this bid.

Through their exchanges I learned that the investment summit held this time, not only attracted local

enterprises, but also many foreign enterprises. R City was the former “Textile City “, so some important

figures of R City would attend the meeting, and the dress must be extremely careful.

If a costume could be worn on these important people, it would surely make the best advertisement in

front of the investors!

This was definitely a solid deal.

Looking closely at the projector, I found the clothing designs of the JL Garment Factory, were well

designed, not only in terms of new styles, but also in terms of color matching and detailing, which were

extremely meticulous, as expected from the hands of a French tailor.

But they overlooked the point that this was the Eastern country. The aesthetic thinking of the East was

not something a Western tailor could speculate on.

Most of the people I was surrounded by during those four years in prison were not of simple status, so I

knew their aesthetics and habits almost like the back of my hand.

Their dress, above all, was understated, but without losing its majesty. It was clear that the French

tailor's designs were too fancy and the color scheme too busy, bright but not accentuating the subdued

aura.

And, the design of the lady's skirt was too short, in normal proportions, the thighs were showing. To

wear such an outfit to such a high profile conference was a joke.

After some discussion, sitting in the middle of the meeting, the middle-aged man in charge of the

bidding said in a deep voice.

“Obviously the clothing design of the JL Garment Factory is superior. Although there are some aspects

that are not satisfactory, it is the only one that can be chosen from the short list.”

When he finished, he frowned again and gave the pretty girl a helpless look and said.

“Clara, it's not that I don’t help you. We have move the bid meeting in your company, but you...!”

Infinite disappointment hit her. That pretty girl held back tears.

The next moment, I almost mustered up the courage to walk in with a stiff upper lip and said.

“It was the wrong one! Blue Butterfly got the wrong design! Miss Clara, come out with me for a

moment.”