Chapter 1719： I think Sister Gloria likes you

Towards the end of the business, the guests left one after another, and the kitchen that had been busy all night was gradually taking off. Then as long as the guests all left, the business tonight was over.

"The dishes are all served, everyone is working hard." McGonagall put down the wok and breathed a sigh of relief.

The focused and nervous people also relaxed. Although they all have strong strength, the intensity of work of Mai Mi Restaurant still makes them feel tired.

"When will Barbara be back? I miss her magic serving." Mia asked when she looked at McGonagall, looking tired.

"Yes, Sister Barbara can serve half of the food alone. She is not there, and the efficiency of serving is much reduced." Anna nodded her head.

Barbara was taken away by Irina, and no one knew where they had gone.

"She may not be able to return for the time being, and Princess Irina has not told me the specific situation." McGonagall shook his head and threw the pot to Irina.

The crowd nodded when they heard the words. Irina didn't come to dinner tonight, and I didn't go back to the restaurant. There was no place to ask.

McGonagall untied his apron, poured himself a glass of water, and walked out of the kitchen to just stare at Gloria.

"Mr. McGonagall," Goralia stood up and smiled at him.

Magg could see from her eyes that she was looking for him tonight, stepped forward, and nodded slightly: "Miss Gololia."

There are only two or three tables left in this restaurant. Only two or three minutes are left until the restaurant is closed, so they all check out and leave.

"Sorry, I'm still here to disturb you after you finish your busy work. There are some questions about cooperation in the textile factory. I want to ask you for confirmation." Gloriya watched Meg lower her voice.

"Let ’s go, talk to the study, they cleaned up the dining room, and they should go back to rest earlier." McGonagall said to Mia, and took Gloria and Mars to the study.

"Is the integration of the sales chain completed?" McGonagall asked Goralia and Mars to sit down and asked openly.

"Yes, we have streamlined the original cloth sales chain, retained a complete core elite sales team, and have begun to carry out gauze sales promotion work." Gololiya nodded slightly, "come here today, and want to Mr. McGonagall confirmed the delivery time and quantity of the first batch of cotton yarns, so we can arrange the next work. "

"The first batch of goods can be delivered in three days, and the quantity is 10,000." McGonagall replied.

"Is it 10,000 ?!" Goriya was surprised.

"Are you sure you can hand over 10,000 cotton yarns in three days?" Mars was also surprised.

It must be known that it took more than a month to build a textile factory in McGonagall, not to mention the time when women textile workers learned to run in. 10,000 pieces of cloth were almost half a year's output of all the textile workshops owned by the Morton family.

"Yes, a little less, right?" McGonagall knocked on the table a little embarrassed, explaining: "Because the factory has just been built and the capacity has not yet been maximized, it should be able to increase some output next month."

"The production capacity has not reached the limit ?! Can it continue to increase?" Mars swallowed, and looking at McGonagall's expression, he felt that the young man in front of him was unpredictable.

"It turned out that this is why Mr. McGonagall dared to drive far below the market price." Gloriya thoughtfully and quickly shook his head. "Mr. McGonagall's textile mill has a surprising capacity. It's enough for our sales team to digest for a while, but in order to keep up with Mr. McGonagall's factory capacity, I will immediately begin to expand the sales team and strive to gain a larger market share as soon as possible in all regions.

"Happy cooperation." McGonagall smiled and shook Gololia's hand, and got up. "Amy is going to bed. I have to tell her the bedtime story. I won't leave two."

"Good-bye, Mr. McGonagall." Goloria nodded slightly, greeted Amy, who was drowsy at the door with the ugly duckling, and went down with Mars.

"Sir Father, I think Sister Gloria likes you." Amy said with a serious look at McGonagall.

"Huh?" McGonagall glanced at Amy with a suspicion, and quickly explained: "My sister and Gololia are partners, not what you think."

Frightened by the existence of Amy's notebook, McGonagall felt it necessary to make things clear.

"But when I saw her looking at you, there were stars shining in her eyes." Amy shook her head.

"That's the reflection of light, and it has nothing to do with the stars." McGonagall pointed to the study lamp.

"is it?"

"Yes, that's it," McGonagall said firmly, walked to the door and held Amy, softly: "Go, father will take you to wash and tell you a good story."

"What a good story to tell today?" Amy asked with anticipation, her eyes lit up.

"Today, tell a Cinderella story."

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"Why am I a little envious of Little Amy? It must be a very happy thing to be able to listen to the story told by Mr. McGonagall, isn't it?" Gloria lifted the curtains slightly and looked at the lights. On the second floor of the restaurant, some were fascinating.

"Miss? Miss?"

"Ah?" Gloria returned to her head, her face flushed.

"Mr. McGheel ’s textile mill output far exceeds our expectations. Although we have retained the core sales team, we have not yet established a cooperative relationship with the cloth mills. If we want to complete all of this 10,000 gauze before the next delivery date Digestion, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, "Mars said.

"If 10,000 pieces of gauze appear in a single market at a price much lower than the market price, even Luodu, it will cause a series of market reactions and shock the city managers. This is very unfavorable to us during the promotion period.

I think we should divide this 10,000 gauze into many according to the purchasing power of the city, and strive to distribute it to each market, open up the situation for promotion, and establish a cooperative relationship with each cloth factory. "Gloria groaned.

Mars nodded: "Although this will increase some transportation costs, as long as the market is open, a mature multi-market sales chain can make our sales smooth, and avoid the unstable factors that may appear in a single market leading to the sales chain. paralysis."

"I am more curious now, if Mr. McGonagall's textile factory is fully open, how much gauze can be produced in a month?" Gololia smiled.

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"The wind forest that once advocated freedom has become a siege. Helena, you are really an unforgivable sinner." Outside the forest of wind, a shadow of a shadow stood on the griffin and sighed softly.