“Director Chang, I’ll be brief. I’m here to place an order for 1970s-style clothing.
100 sets of Lenin Suits in all common colors and sizes for both women and men, and 1,000 Army Coats per size.”
As she spoke, Nan Mo opened a folder containing clothing styles she had researched online, complete with printed matching designs.
“Here are 50 Bulaji Dress designs. For each design, I need 100 pieces in every size.
10 styles of cotton-padded jackets and trousers, 100 sets per style and size.
7 shirt styles for women—you’re the expert, please select 5 common colors, and I’ll take 200 pieces per color and size.
For men’s shirts, 3 styles in white, blue, and army green, 100 pieces per style.
For trousers, these 5 styles in four or five dark-colored fabrics, 100 pairs per size.”
After a moment’s thought, she added, “No need to produce sizes above Women’s L.” During that era when having enough to eat was a struggle, few women would have larger builds.
Director Chang carefully examined the materials Nan Mo handed over, feeling surprised but saying nothing. These were styles the factory had produced in abundance forty or fifty years ago when his father was director. The existing templates were still stored there—no other factory in the city was better suited for this order.
“No problem. We can arrange everything you need within a week. I’ll have someone calculate the price immediately; you just need to pay a reasonable deposit.” He then looked at Nan Mo and asked, “Can we sign the contract today?”
“Of course. We’ll sign as soon as you have the price calculated. By the way, Director Chang, could you recommend the textile factory you collaborate with? I also need to order some fabrics.”
“Certainly, certainly. His factory is nearby. If you have time now, I can take you there right away.”
Director Chang was thrilled. Not only had he secured a large order today, but he could also help an old friend. Who knew how long it had been since they last received such straightforward business?
“Alright, let’s go take a look.”
They soon arrived at the textile factory entrance, where a middle-aged man around Director Chang’s age was already waiting. Knowing Nan Mo was a decisive person, he took her directly to the warehouse.
After looking around, Nan Mo selected 10 colors of pure cotton fabric at ¥21,000 per ton, ordering 3 tons of each color. For silk fabric, she chose 10 colors at ¥180 per kilogram, ordering 200 kilograms of each. For polyester, also known as Dacron, which was cheap at only ¥5,000 per ton but had poor functionality—non-absorbent and prone to pilling—she still selected 5 colors, ordering 5 tons of each due to its popularity in the 1970s. For other patterned fabrics, she picked twenty to thirty designs, ordering 10 bolts of each at an average price of ¥2,600 per bolt.
Since the items were in stock, delivery could be arranged that afternoon. Nan Mo provided the Nan Family warehouse address. The textile order totaled ¥2.2 million, for which she paid a ¥1 million deposit.
She then proceeded to sign the contract with Director Chang. After a quick glance at the amount—¥1.56 million—she paid a ¥560,000 deposit and left.
On the drive home, she called Qin Yue. “Brother Qin, I’ve scheduled to sign the share transfer contract with someone at the café on the first floor of Huatian Department Store at 1 p.m. Can you make it?”
“Sure, I’ll be there on time.”
During the half-hour journey, Nan Mo didn’t idle. With warehouse deliveries arriving soon, she needed plenty of shelves for all the goods and had to find a factory to produce them quickly.
At 1 PM, the group met punctually at the coffee shop. After brief greetings and reviewing the contract details, they confirmed everything was in order before signing and transferring the funds.
Ten minutes later, Nan Mo received the money. Following a quick handshake, the Chen family hurried off—they were rushing back to their company for a meeting to handle the integration of the two firms.
Nan Mo was equally pressed for time, focused on stockpiling supplies. No one had leisure to sit around sipping coffee.
She transferred 3 million in legal fees to Qin Yue, bid a quick farewell, and left the café.
In her previous life, Nan Mo had envied those with families and yearned for sweet romance, marriage, and children. So she took the elevator directly to the 7th-floor children’s clothing section.
She picked several well-known brands and, regardless of gender, bought dozens of each item she liked—from infant wear to clothes for 16-year-olds, covering all layers and styles.
At a baby store, she went on a shopping spree: from small items like bottles, baby tableware, formula, and assorted fruit purees, to larger essentials like strollers and walkers.
When she saw the array of children’s toys, Nan Mo couldn’t tear herself away.
Although the orphanage had occasionally received donated toys, they were always shared among the children and never this varied.
Thinking of what she had missed in her own childhood, Nan Mo resolved that her future children would have everything. Without being picky, she bought almost the entire inventory.
She then wandered into a down jacket specialty store. Realizing she hadn’t stocked up on winter wear—unavailable in the 1970s, but usable for herself—she decided to buy.
No matter how thick cotton coats were, they couldn’t match the warmth of down jackets. So she purchased every design in men’s, women’s, and children’s styles, excluding only a few she found unattractive.
Due to the large quantity, packing would take time. Nan Mo paid upfront, left the warehouse address, and moved on.
Spending over 2 million at Huatian Department Store didn’t stir the slightest ripple in her heart as the massive sum left her account.
She rushed energetically to the building materials market, found a store specializing in shelving, and selected a model measuring 10 meters long, 3 meters high, and 1 meter wide. At 2,600 each, she ordered 300 units on the spot.
The shop owner was overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear. He promised to deliver the available 90 shelves by 5 PM and the rest within a week.
Noting it was almost time for the lingerie store delivery, Nan Mo hurried back to the warehouse.
In the suburban logistics park, the Nan Family had three adjacent warehouses sitting empty.
With trucks entering and exiting the park around the clock, the comings and goings of her goods would easily blend in.
Shortly after arriving, the lingerie shipment arrived, followed by the shelving.
Once the delivery crew left, Nan Mo experimented with storing the shelves in her Dimension space.
She discovered she could place items anywhere through mere thought, without physical contact, as long as they were within 10 meters.
Manipulating objects inside the space was even easier—she could arrange everything at will using her mind, without even entering.
While waiting for the fabric delivery at the warehouse, Nan Mo realized she couldn’t afford to waste time waiting.
So she approached a honest-looking young man at the logistics park entrance.
Many such workers gathered there, seeking hourly gigs like loading and unloading.
She offered him a job from 8 AM to 8 PM, responsible for verifying incoming goods.
His monthly salary would be 5,000, with an extra 2,500 to cover lunch and dinner expenses.
The young man was overjoyed to start work today, repeatedly expressing his gratitude and promising to work diligently.
After handing over the keys and arranging warehouse matters, Nan Mo left with peace of mind.
On her way back, Nan Mo began planning tomorrow’s stockpiling strategy. With clothing supplies nearly sufficient, it was time to focus on food next…