I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 58: An Irresistible Plan
"This is..." Oscar Osborne’s eyes lit up when he saw the manuscript in his hand.
It contained design sketches for several new styles of clothing, the likes of which he had never seen before.
Not only were the styles unique, but they also appeared to be made from patchwork.
An idea immediately formed in his mind.
Grace Winslow continued, "Most clothes on the market are solid-colored. At most, you might see a top and bottom section of different fabrics, but it’s rare to find styles pieced together from several different cloths."
"One reason might be that if the patchwork is done poorly, the style can end up looking very ugly. Another is that this kind of construction can look like the garment has been mended with patches."
"But for the working people, thrift is a virtue, so I don’t see that as a drawback."
"Besides, Director, I’ve heard that they’re starting to export clothing and some domestic specialty products. I think we can absolutely turn this defective fabric into finished garments and sell them overseas."
"Sell them overseas? Selling defective products overseas..." Oscar Osborne’s brow furrowed tightly.
"Who said we’re selling defective products? What we’ll be selling is carefully selected quality, and the styles are all new. I guarantee they’ve never seen anything like them before."
"Mr. Osborne, there’s no harm in trying."
Grace Winslow gave a cunning smile.
Oscar Osborne understood at once.
He frowned and thought for a long moment. "Are you confident?"
"Fifty-fifty, I’d say," Grace Winslow replied, careful not to overpromise. "As long as we can find a channel for export, it shouldn’t be a big problem. It can also generate income for the factory, and you might even win an innovation award, Mr. Osborne."
’My past life was different from now.’
’When I proposed this idea in my past life, new trends were already starting to take hold in the country. It’s not quite the same as it is now.’
’Many people are still very conservative right now.’
’It will take some time for people to accept such a new way of thinking.’
But Oscar Osborne was not a hidebound man.
He looked at the sketches and the proposal Grace Winslow had written, then stood up after a moment. "Alright. I’m heading out. I expect I’ll have news by this afternoon."
With that, he hurried out.
Grace Winslow let out a slow breath before returning to her office to start the day’s work.
After leaving the factory, Oscar Osborne went straight to the town’s investment promotion office.
Prospera Town was in a coastal region, with a port in a nearby city. As such, the town had its own branch office, but it was mostly for show and didn’t serve much purpose.
Prospera Town’s local products were not particularly notable, so there wasn’t much to export. Even the goods from its few factories were common, run-of-the-mill items, not good enough to qualify for export.
The quality of export products was strictly controlled, as they represented the nation’s reputation.
When Oscar Osborne arrived, several cadres in the office were smoking and chatting.
They were dismissive when they saw him.
"Aren’t you the director of the Red Flag Textile Factory? The fabric your factory produces isn’t suitable for export. Didn’t we already tell you that? Why are you back again?" one of them, who recognized Oscar Osborne, asked impatiently.
Oscar Osborne didn’t get angry. "I’m not here to see you. Where’s your director? I have business with him."
"He’s in his office, but he’s in a terrible mood today," the man said, pointing to a nearby office. "Go on in, but don’t blame us for not warning you if you get an earful."
Oscar Osborne offered the man a cigarette before heading in with a smile.
Before long, the sound of conversation drifted out of the office. The director wasn’t shouting, but both men sounded very animated.
Half an hour later, Oscar Osborne emerged from the office, accompanied by Ethan Grant, the director of the Bureau of Commerce.
