Chapter 110 is filled with longing for a future life of slacking off.

"Ling... uh, you are Xinyao's classmate, so I'll be like Sister Jiang and call you Yueyue."

Seeing that Ling Yue had no objection, Huang Qianhua continued, "Yueyue, I have carefully considered what you said. I agree to work under you, but there are two things I want to clarify."

Ling Yue said seriously, "Go ahead."

Huang Qianhua asked, "After I work for you, can I still continue to run my shop's business?"

"Of course." Ling Yue nodded.

Huang Qianhua added, "I still have over a dozen orders on hand. It wouldn't be good to back out now, so I want to finish these orders before starting. It will take about a month."

She didn't jump to start just because of the money. That counted as having professional integrity.

Ling Yue raised an eyebrow. "That's fine."

Upon hearing this, the hesitation in Huang Qianhua's expression finally cleared. "I have no problems on my end. What about you, Sister Jiang? What do you think? Do you want to come work under Yueyue with me?"

Mother Jiang was still in shock.

A million-yuan annual salary—honestly, she had never even imagined such a thing in her life.

If the pain from pinching her leg hadn't been so real, she would have suspected she was dreaming.

As a folk embroiderer whose skills were passed down through the family, without the guidance of famous masters and without having applied for any official titles or rankings, she usually only took on odd jobs.

She was lucky; because she had been good friends with Huang Qianhua for many years, she was able to collaborate with her frequently and have relatively stable work.

In the embroidery trade, those with fame earned high incomes.

For those without, a monthly income of three to four thousand was the norm. She had spent 30 years working her way up to a monthly income of seven or eight thousand, occasionally reaching ten thousand.

A million-yuan annual salary?

That was about the same as the industry leaders.

Mother Jiang pondered for a long time. "I have no problem with it. Anyway, I'm making a living by my craft; it's all the same who I work for."

After saying this, she reached out and patted Ling Yue's shoulder. "I don't care how you sign a contract with Auntie Huang, just pay me the market rate for my wages."

Mother Jiang did not take the verbal promise of a million-yuan annual salary to heart.

Furthermore, Ling Yue and Xinyao were classmates; she couldn't act greedy for money and embarrass her daughter, or else the two girls wouldn't know how to get along in the future.

Ling Yue smiled involuntarily. "Aunties, I am not the type of person who would purposefully let myself suffer a loss for the sake of someone else.

Regarding the salary, I will evaluate it before deciding. Rest assured, no matter how much I offer, it is because you and the intangible cultural heritage craft are worth it."

Anyone who heard these words would feel their heart warm up.

Because of this respect, Huang Qianhua confirmed that her decision was not wrong.

Ling Yue held Mother Jiang's hand and looked at Huang Qianhua. "A team of just two people isn't enough. I especially like wearing new clothes, so I need to prepare more hands.

I need two more tailors and five more embroidery masters.

Oh, right, Auntie Huang, your daughter is quite good. I hope she can join the team as well. Just let her continue making the New Chinese Style clothing she is used to. Please go back and ask if she is willing.

For the remaining tailor, I need a senior with experience in making evening gowns. I might need your help to introduce someone."

After saying this, she turned her head to look at Mother Jiang. "Aunt Jiang, before eating, I already discussed it with Xinyao and asked her to come work for me too."

"Her? How can she? She hasn't finished her apprenticeship yet. I know you and Xinyao have a good relationship, but this is work. How can you let her mess around?"

In fact, Mother Jiang had never wanted her two daughters to inherit the embroidery craft.

Being an embroiderer was too hard, and the pay wasn't high.

Therefore, growing up, she had never deliberately taught her daughters embroidery.

But Song Xinyao seemed to have a special talent for it; by the age of ten, she could independently complete an embroidery piece.

Fortunately, Song Xinyao was inconsistent with everything she did and soon cast embroidery aside. She enrolled in a computer-related major in university, which could be considered a complete departure from the embroidery trade.

Unexpectedly, this girl couldn't make it in Hangzhou, so after returning to Suzhou, she picked up embroidery again.

She set up a small stall, and business was surprisingly quite booming. Mother Jiang just let her be.

But in terms of skill, Song Xinyao was barely passing at best and not up to standard. Mother Jiang was very self-aware about this.

Ling Yue tilted her chin in Song Xinyao's direction. "Although her embroidery skills aren't great, I really like the embroidery patterns she designs.

Just now upstairs, I looked at some of her best works. In terms of design and innovation, she is no worse than anyone else. You should be clear about this point too."

Mother Jiang was silent.

Huang Qianhua spoke up for Song Xinyao, "Previously, some young girls came to our shop to customize qipaos and said the patterns were old-fashioned. It was Xinyao who stepped in to draw the patterns, and those girls fell in love with them at first sight.

Even if the craft isn't quite there, creativity is also valuable."

Being praised by two people in a row, Song Xinyao felt a bit proud.

"...Then pay her an apprentice's salary." Mother Jiang shot her daughter a stern look.

The better her relationship was with someone, the less Mother Jiang wanted to take advantage of them.

Ling Yue agreed, "Alright, alright, alright."

As for how much an apprentice's salary was, wasn't that up to her to decide?

Song Xinyao didn't care. Hanging out with a wealthy sister, could life really get any worse?

Anyway, living at home with food and drink provided, two or three thousand yuan wouldn't let her starve, and four or five thousand yuan would make life quite comfortable.

In short, she wasn't worried at all; her heart and eyes were filled only with longing for a future life of slacking off.

Ling Yue didn't yet know the "little schemes" in her good sister's heart.

"Then Aunt Jiang, could you please help me contact four more embroidery masters with good skills and good character?"

"No problem on my end." Mother Jiang agreed immediately.

Huang Qianhua quickly added, "No problem on my end either."

Having finally resolved one to-do item, Ling Yue was in quite a good mood. Taking advantage of the moment, she decided to speed up the process.

"I need to see everyone's skills first, and then we can talk about contracts and salaries. I wonder when you can get everyone together?"

"Those embroidery master sisters of mine all live in this area; I can call them over right now." Mother Jiang stood up and said.

Huang Qianhua thought about it in her heart. "I also have a candidate for the other tailor. She is a former student of mine. After finishing her studies, she worked in a studio making clothes and has very rich work experience.

I saw the finished garment photos she posted on her Moments; she has heavy-work evening gowns she made herself.

She resigned a few months ago due to salary issues and has been idling at home recently. Her home isn't far away either. Yueyue, if you aren't in a rush, just wait here. We will call them over right now and try to resolve this matter as soon as possible."

Ling Yue smiled, "I have the same thought as you, Auntie. Then I'll trouble you."

"..." During the wait, Ling Yue and Song Xinyao played a game.

Ling Yue's various flashy operations left Song Xinyao speechless, and she refused to start a second round no matter what.

"Playing games with you, I could lose ten years of my life."

She was just short of needing to take fast-acting heart-saving pills. It was lethal to be her teammate.

Ling Yue didn't admit it. "Your skills are just poor. Even Luo Shanshan can carry me, right, A-Lan?"

What else could Zang Lanyi say? She could only nod.

Heaven knows Luo Shanshan had already figured out the boss's patterns for screwing over teammates in private and had formulated a plan targeting the boss's weaknesses.

If you asked her, even if Luo Shanshan were accidentally fired, she would definitely be very popular as a gaming companion.

However, the boss was just a bit of a troll when playing games, which wasn't really a flaw; it was just that the boss's friend's reaction was too intense.