Ever since the last time Xia Lin had a fight with Gao Shu and Gao Shu admitted his mistake, the two reconciled, and this time Gao Shu also stopped worrying about whether Xia Lin was doing business or not.
Even on Sundays, he would accompany Xia Lin to the workshop to check on things, not so much out of interest in her work as out of concern for her health.
After all, it had been just over two months, not yet three, and it was still very risky.
In the workshop, there were only a few sewing machines and some older women who were skilled at making clothes, paid fifteen yuan a month.
Plus the rent for the yard, the cost of fabric, and various other materials, it didn't seem like much, but all in all, they had spent around one to two thousand yuan.
The clothes produced were only sold in small quantities, about twenty-odd pieces, earning about one hundred yuan, but the profit was surprisingly over fifty yuan.