Chapter 233: Drawing Big Promises
“We need to produce clothing that’s cheaper and good-looking.”
“Of course, the quality has to be solid—nothing that falls apart or gets holes after just a few days.”
“Mr. Mandy, remember this: we don’t need massive profits. As long as the sales volume is high enough, even thin margins will be more than enough for us to make money.”
“I want the Carrow brand name to echo across the entire West, then throughout more parts of the United States—and even overseas, to other countries around the world.”
“When people hear the name Carrow, their first impression should be: affordable, sturdy, and durable.”
“The equipment here is the most advanced in the world right now. Make sure the workers use it properly and ensure that everything produced meets the standards I’ve set.”
“I’m handing this factory over to you. I hope you won’t let me down, Mr. Mandy.”
The Carrow Factory—a very ordinary name.
Davey had come up with it himself. It was a brand under the Land Group.
With the tide of the world’s factory era surging forward, it was only natural to take part. In this period of economic depression, affordable and presentable clothing clearly had a larger market.
Or rather, in any era, cheap goods are never abandoned. After all, not everyone has money, and most wealth is always held by a small minority.
To set up these two factories, Davey had already invested close to two hundred thousand dollars.
Of course, more than a hundred thousand of that came from loans—his cash flow simply wasn’t that strong yet.
In a way, it was almost laughable. Dutch’s obsession with robbing everywhere, living freely, and his rotten plans—
Compared to two hundred thousand dollars, they amounted to nothing at all.
A group of people about to be swept aside by the times, while Davey intended to stand right at the crest of this era.
Professional matters were best left to professionals. Mandy was the professional manager Davey had hired, someone with extensive management experience and a schoolmate Stella had introduced.
He might look a little young, but Davey trusted his abilities.
After all, young people were the foundation of this era’s progress.
“Mr. Land, thank you for trusting me. I also hope you can have confidence in me.”
“The direction you’ve set is absolutely right. In an environment like this, only clothing that’s cheap and durable can generate enough sales volume.”
“Although the designers may feel a bit wronged—you know how they like adding things to clothes that aren’t very practical—I’ll keep them in line, Mr. Land.”
Mandy had majored in management at university and graduated earlier than Stella. They had gotten to know each other through the student council.
But over the past year or two, Mandy’s career hadn’t gone smoothly. With so many factories across the United States shutting down, he’d been unemployed for quite some time, cutting off his income entirely.
So when Stella contacted him through alumni connections, Mandy immediately put himself forward.
He needed this job—even if it meant working in the West, where the pay might not be high.
However, the salary Davey offered far exceeded his expectations. As a result, Mandy took Davey’s ideas very seriously and reached out to former colleagues—several excellent clothing designers.
Clothing design, as a field at federal universities, was largely dominated by women.
Although the pay was quite good, designing such simple styles seemed to go against the original reason they had studied fashion design in the first place.
“If they can’t even design clothing that’s both good-looking and practical, how are they supposed to design high-end garments later?”
“Mr. Mandy, you can tell them this: I’ll also be building factories for high-end brands, especially in women’s clothing.”
“If they perform well, I’ll continue to employ them. Of course, I need to see results first.”
“After all, no one likes doing business at a loss. While they’re working for me, they’re also working for themselves.”
Davey casually sketched out a big promise—something he’d long grown used to doing.
After all, there were far too many people eager to eat that pie.
Naturally, as long as development went smoothly, everyone would eventually get their share.
“Of course, Mr. Land. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear this.”
Mandy maintained his respectful demeanor. After years of struggling through society, the sharp edges of an outstanding federal university graduate had long since been worn down.
And from what he’d heard, the seemingly refined Mr. Land possessed considerable influence in Saint Denis.
That, at least, was good news. It meant he wouldn’t have to worry about shady characters showing up at the factory to cause trouble like before.
Davey nodded in satisfaction and continued inspecting the factory.
This place wasn’t just meant to generate income for him. Davey had also promised Mrs. Berry that he would provide hundreds of jobs for women.
This, too, was a political deal.
Mrs. Berry needed it—and her husband needed it even more.
Once Davey fulfilled his promise, his meeting with that city councilman would naturally be settled.
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At the same time, on the streets of Saint Denis.
Hosea was taking Arthur out to buy a proper suit and have his beard and hair trimmed.
They were preparing for the mayor’s banquet the following evening.
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