Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 391: We’re Getting Married Today

After the main road opened to traffic, business boomed even more. After the brief opening ceremony, the members were so busy that their feet barely touched the ground.

"We’ve already delivered a batch of orders to James, and the clothes are selling well in Europe and the United States. Our brand has reached out, and now new trading companies are contacting us and placing orders. However, before we give our response, they haven’t provided any advance payment. How should we handle this batch of orders?"

Zheng Siqi is currently in charge of the United States market, while Chen Dewen is responsible for the domestic market. Chen Dewen stubbornly refuses to learn a foreign language, so Jiang Xingye had no choice but to assign the heavy task of learning a foreign language to Dai Yifeng.

Dai Yifeng practiced a foreign language diligently for a while and was forced to take on the European market.

As for the production management he was in charge of, Luo Zaisheng had to take it over.

After the factory was built, Luo Zaisheng no longer needed to stay by the kiln every day to fire bricks. Moreover, the Liaozhong Team also opened a kiln over there and started firing bricks, and Jiang Xingye stated that from now on, if bricks were needed, they should be purchased from there.

With so few salespeople, a specialized sales company was established, primarily responsible for foreign business.

After Zheng Siqi spoke, no one said anything for a moment.

Jiang Xingye looked at Xu Qinghuan; although he was generally in charge, he would still consult Xu Qinghuan when encountering some tricky issues.

Especially regarding overseas business, those foreign devils are very cunning, and if you’re not careful, you’ll fall into their traps.

"Sell as usual!" Xu Qinghuan said. "Our contract doesn’t have any clauses about supplying only to them. Indeed, doing business requires integrity, but the whole market is chaotic right now. If we don’t make money now, it will be difficult once the market is regulated in the future.

Have you forgotten who conned the Shen City Textile Factory? I’m not advocating an eye for an eye; we’re earning money legally."

"Their order volume is large, and they also require us to notify them if there are new designs and to distribute goods to them," Zheng Siqi mentioned.

"That’s not a problem; we can do that. We already recruited people last quarter, and now we’ve basically replaced everything with electric sewing machines, making the process faster," Qiao Xinyu said.

Yu Xiaomin said, "We’re about to start working on autumn clothes, and I’m already arranging that. By the way, Qinghuan, there’s an order in there for an evening gown priced at 120,000 US Dollars. Should we accept this order? It’s ridiculously expensive for a dress."

"Accept it!" Xu Qinghuan said. "Old Zheng, find out the purpose of this gown. In other words, who will wear it, who placed the order, the occasion for wearing it, including the weather and the timing. Get all the details."

Zheng Siqi recorded all the important information.

Next, they discussed the domestic market, and Xu Qinghuan tuned out. She was mentally designing this evening gown. In her past life, all the gowns she wore were high-end limited editions, so designing a set of gowns was not a problem for her.

Before designing the evening gown, she first designed a wedding outfit for herself and Jiang Xingye, which Yu Xiaomin and Jiang Xingmei rushed to make for them.

This era hadn’t passed yet, and the wedding outfit couldn’t be too flamboyant.

The vibrant red color, the upper body was a traditional style with a fitted waist and wide skirt, and the lower body was a long skirt of the same color and fabric. On her feet were red medium-heeled leather shoes she took from her space, her hair was styled up, with light makeup, and behind her was a sunlit field of fireball flowers, the colors dancing in the light, seamlessly blending with the scenery, so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

"It’s really beautiful, so stunning! Are you going to get the marriage certificate dressed like that?" Yu Xiaomin sighed.

Qiao Xinyu said, "I also think this wedding outfit is too gorgeous. Huanhuan, can you give me the pattern later? We should release this wedding outfit."

"Sure!" Xu Qinghuan struck a pose in front of the mirror, waiting for Jiang Xingye to come and pick her up.

Today is July 18th, her eighteenth birthday, and also the day she and Jiang Xingye are getting married.

Jian Jingchuan had rushed over two days in advance, along with escorting the Huo Family matriarch, Shen Xiuqin, and Huo Yuan, while Qin Zhengyuan escorted Zheng Manhua and her son from the Qin Family.

With so many people, they stayed at the county’s guesthouse.

After the Shangjiang Road opened, the route was much better, shortening the journey by half compared to the original detour from the commune.

To avoid making too much noise and getting caught, none of the factories in the Shangjiang Team closed, but waves of people had already come to offer their congratulations.

In the afternoon, a few tables were set up in the team’s canteen, inviting only some of the already confirmed visiting leadership and Jiang’s family relatives, one from each family. They would pledge in front of the guests, vowing to forever be united and grow old together.

There wasn’t the unrestrained excitement or the amusing speeches of a master of ceremonies like in later days—only a solemn and serious ceremony—but Xu Qinghuan was nonetheless looking forward to it and thought it was great just like this.

Jiang Xingye’s wedding outfit was a dark blue Mao suit, his hair neatly trimmed. He had just taken a bath, his hair still damp, steam blurring above his hair, his brows and eyes even clearer. With broad shoulders and long legs, his figure was upright and spirited like a triumphant returning warrior.

Zheng Siqi brushed past him, delivering a light punch on his shoulder, "Brother Ye, congratulations on winning the beauty’s hand!"

Jiang Xingye couldn’t remain reserved any longer and broke into a grin, his teeth shining brightly.

He returned the gesture to Zheng Siqi, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

He was never this lively, at least not in front of others.

Xu Qinghuan waited for him in the room, and when Jiang Xingye arrived, the people accompanying her in the room, including Qiao Xinyu, all left with a knowing chuckle.

Xu Qinghuan’s heart was pounding vigorously. Perhaps today was a special day, making her feel somewhat shy to meet Jiang Xingye’s gaze.

His gaze was as intense as a wolf, and she felt completely exposed before him.

Jiang Xingye’s hand landed on her shoulder; he bent slightly, resting his forehead against hers, his gaze never leaving her face.

His bride!

She looked amazing today!

"Huanhuan, we’re getting married today!"

His other hand clasped Xu Qinghuan’s, dry, warm, and broad. A gentle pull, and Xu Qinghuan fell into his embrace.

She struggled slightly.

There were guests outside!

"Just let me hold you, just for a moment!"

Like a dream!

If it’s just a dream, let him live within it and never wake up.

Outside, more guests arrived, and Qiao Xinyu called for Xu Qinghuan to come out. The two of them went to the door and found that it was Huo Chi, somewhat surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"How can I not come to your wedding? If I don’t come, who will carry you out?" Huo Chi handed Xu Qinghuan a thick red envelope,

"From your brother, he has a mission and can’t make it but instructed me to make sure you are properly escorted out, and also, if Jiang Xingye dares to bully you or treat you poorly, I’m to give him a beating."

He added, "Though I can’t beat him!"

Xu Qinghuan’s slight sadness dissipated instantly.

Jiang Xingye took the envelope from Xu Qinghuan’s hand, "I’ll keep this!"

With so many people here presenting so many gifts, this was the first time Jiang Xingye took a red envelope, but she didn’t mind.

Huo Chi felt a bit uncomfortable inside, but this was an unavoidable matter.

His brother ultimately missed the chance, and now Jiang Xingye was essentially one of them, so it wasn’t a loss.

Inside was almost a thousand yuan.

It was the reward Huo Zui had earned on a recent mission.

At this moment, he was hiding in the shrubbery at the Southwest Border, watching his target, as snakes and insects crawled over him. He remained motionless until a chill at the back of his neck prompted him to roll, his right leg striking out as a bullet hit where he’d just been, the shooter sent flying back, crashing into a tree.