Chapter 1719 I Think Sister Gloria Likes You

As the closing time approached, the guests left one after another, and the kitchen, which had been busy all night, gradually became quieter. After all the guests left, tonight's business would be over.

"All the dishes are ready, everyone has worked hard." Mag put down the frying pan and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone who was focused and nervous also relaxed. Although they all had strong strength, the work intensity of Mamy Restaurant still made them feel a little tired.

"When will Barbara come back? I miss her magic serving." Mia looked at Mag and asked, with a trace of exhaustion in her expression.

"That's right, Sister Barbara can serve half of the dishes by herself. Without her, the efficiency of serving dishes has dropped a lot." Anna nodded her head.

Barbara was taken away by Irina, and no one knows where they went.

"She may not come back for the time being, and Princess Irina didn't tell me the specific situation." Mag shook her head, throwing the blame on Irina.

Everyone nodded when they heard the words. Irina didn't come to dinner tonight, and she didn't go back to the restaurant this time. There was no place to ask questions.

Mag untied his apron, poured himself a glass of water, and walked out of the kitchen just in time to meet Gloria's eyes.

"Mr. McGonagall." Gloria stood up, looked at him and smiled.

From her gaze, Mag could tell that she was here tonight, stepped forward, nodded slightly and said, "Miss Gloria."

There are only two or three tables of customers left in the restaurant at this time, and there are only two or three minutes left before the restaurant closes, so they all consciously check out and leave.

"I'm sorry to bother you after you finished your busy work. I want to confirm with you about the cooperation of the textile factory." Gloria looked at Mag and lowered her voice.

"Well, let's go to the study to talk. They cleaned up the dining room, and they should go back to rest earlier." Mag said, talked to Mia and the others, and took Gloria and Mars upstairs to the study.

"Has the sales chain integration been completed?" Mag motioned Gloria and Mars to sit down, and asked straight to the point.

"Yes, we have streamlined the original cloth sales chain, retained a complete core elite sales team, and have already started to promote the sales of gauze." Gloria nodded slightly, "I came here today because I want to communicate with you. Mr. McGonagall confirms the handover time and quantity of the first batch of cotton yarn, so that we can proceed to the next work arrangement.

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"The handover of the first batch of goods can be done in three days, and the quantity is 10,000 pieces." Mag replied.

"Ten thousand horses?!" Gloria showed some surprise.

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

You must know that Mag's textile factory has only been built for more than a month, not to mention the time for the female textile workers to learn and adjust, 10,000 pieces of cloth are almost half a year's output of all the textile workshops under the Moulton family.

"Yes, a little less, right?" Mag knocked on the table a little embarrassedly, and explained: "Because the factory has just been built, the production capacity has not been maximized, and we should be able to increase some production next month."

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

"So that's why Mr. McGonagall dared to offer a price far below the market price." Gloria thoughtfully shook her head and said, "Mr. McGonagall's textile factory has an astonishing production capacity. It is enough for our sales team to digest for a while, but in order to keep up with Mr. McGonagall’s factory production capacity, I will immediately start expanding the sales team and strive to win a larger market share in various places as soon as possible.”

"Happy cooperation." Mag smiled and shook Gloria's hand, got up and said, "Amy is going to bed, and I have to tell her a bedtime story, so I won't keep two of you."

"Goodbye, Mr. McGonagall." Gloria nodded slightly, and greeted Amy who was drowsy at the door with the ugly duckling in her arms, and went downstairs with Mars.

"Father, I think Sister Gloria likes you." Amy looked at Mag and said seriously.

"Huh?" Mag glanced at Amy suspiciously, and quickly explained: "Sister Gloria and I are partners, not what you think."

Frightened by the existence of Amy's notebook, Mag felt that it was necessary to speak clearly.

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

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

"Yeah?"

"Yes, that's it." Mag said firmly, walked to the door and picked up Amy, and said softly: "Let's go, father will take you to wash up, and then tell you a nice story."

"What's a good story to tell today?" Amy's eyes lit up and she asked expectantly.

"Today, let's tell a story about Cinderella."

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"Why do I envy little Amy? It must be a very happy thing to be able to fall asleep listening to the stories Mr. McGonagall told, right?" Gloria lifted a corner of the curtain slightly and looked at the lit room. On the second floor of the restaurant, I was a little dazed.

"Miss? Miss?"

"Ah?" Gloria came back to her senses, her face flushed slightly.

"The output of Mr. McGonagall's textile factory has far exceeded our expectations. Although we have retained the core sales team, we have not yet established a cooperative relationship with each cloth workshop. It might be difficult to digest," Mars said.

"If 10,000 pieces of gauze appear in a single market, even in Luodu, at a price far below the market price, it will cause a series of reactions in the market, which will alarm the city managers, which is very unfavorable to us in the promotion period.

I think we should divide the 10,000 pieces of gauze into many shares according to the purchasing power of the city, and try to distribute them to every market, so as to open up the situation for promotion and establish cooperative relations with various cloth and silk factories. "Gloria pondered.

Mars nodded and said: "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 instability that may occur in a single market. paralysis."

"What I'm more curious about now is, if Mr. McGonagall's textile factory is fully operational, how much gauze can it produce in a month?" Gloria smiled.

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"The Wind Forest, which once advocated freedom, has become a besieged city. Helena, you are an unforgivable sinner." Outside the Wind Forest, a beautiful figure stood on top of the griffin, sighing softly.