The Military Reclamation Clothing Factory and the Warrior Clothing Factory perfectly avoided this pit and had their own brand early on.

Today, warrior jeans have long become a world-famous trademark, and the products of the military reclamation clothing factory are also famous brands in Russia. Only Xuelian’s Shenzhen Branch is still processing OEM. However, most of the time they are used to process clothing for the Warrior garment factory and Yu'e’s branches. Naturally, the processing fee they give is not something foreign brands can provide.

"Yu'e, I want to sell the product to the mainland and open up sales in the domestic market." Niva thought for a while and said to Yu'e.

Yu'e smiled: "You are also an international brand now. If you want to do it, why are you hesitating?"

Niwa's face turned slightly red: "I don't want to become a high-end brand in the country, I want to sell a lot of sales."

Yu'e quickly shook her head: "You think too much, our factory is so big, and it's a bit difficult to supply Russia now. If you go to the high-end market, we can barely maintain it. If you want to make ordinary clothing, you have to find external processing. Not only will the profits be reduced, the quality will inevitably be mixed, and it is easy to smash the signboard."

Niva bit her lip, obviously dissatisfied. Yu'e finally saw what she meant and laughed: "Do you want to make military reclamation clothing the same size as warrior clothing?"

Yu'e patted her on the shoulder: "Times are different. My mother did it early. She built a factory when Europe and the United States had not yet gained a foothold in China. It would be difficult to do it like this now. But you can try to open up sales in neighboring countries in Russia? Don't neighboring countries like your products nowadays? This market is not small."

Niva finally nodded and accepted Yu'e's suggestion. Although she was Yu'e's master, she admitted that no matter whether it was vision or pattern, even if Yu'e was a housewife for ten years, she would not be able to catch up.

In a blink of an eye, the day for the final exam has arrived. Because all the three fools are active, the teacher divided the three of them in the front row and looked at them under his nose, so he could be more honest.

After the test paper was handed out, Ye Mao began to write quickly. To be honest, he has worked a lot these days. Compared with foreign courses, the textbooks in mainland schools are much deeper. Therefore, he basically starts from scratch.

If he is still a top student in the United States, when he comes to Military Reclamation City, he is a poor student. If he doesn’t work hard, he will be the bottom.

Although Ye Mao is unruly now, he still has self-esteem. How could he be willing to be a poor student? So in his spare time, except for his own fast food restaurant, he basically spent the rest of his time studying.

Seeing Ye Mao’s writing happily, Wei Jiang and Ma Lu scratched their heads. These two guys are really bad learners, and they are the kind of people who are willing to be bad learners.

However, poor students naturally have self-esteem. Who doesn’t want to be a good baby? At least during the exam, they still understand that the score is better. It’s not to comfort themselves, but to comfort parents and save them from being beaten!

Ye Mao knew how to take care of the two brothers. After finishing a paper, he picked it up and checked it carefully. The lifting range was a bit high and the time was a bit long.

Ma Lu and Wei Jiang took the opportunity to copy a lot. In addition, they also had a deskmate, and they pieced together everything, but the papers were all full. As for how many points they got, they could only leave it to fate.

The two-day exam was completed soon. When the summer vacation was over, the classroom would not be changed, but it had become a second-year junior high school student. Naturally, the identity would be different, at least it would not be called a new student by others.

On the afternoon of the exam, three people ran out of the classroom and wanted to throw away their schoolbags. Anyway, the books inside would not be used in the next semester.

There were no people at the school gate, mainly Ye Mao and the others came out early. As soon as they left the school gate, the road narrowed their eyes and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ye Mao couldn't help asking.

Malu pointed to a group of people standing across the road and said, "That bald guy is Maimati. He is a gangster from YM County. I wonder if we can come here to run to the place to scatter?"

Ye Mao glanced at the guy, tall and big, standing in the crowd, and was extremely conspicuous. At this time, he was staring at the school gate. He was obviously dissatisfied with Ye Mao’s three people’s gaze. He waved his fists and cursed something?

Wei Jiang said directly, "Who are you scolding?"

Although they are incomparable to others in size, they are not small in courage. Otherwise, how could they be called Sanshi? Facing seven or eight guys who are half a head taller than them, they will directly provoke them.

Ye Mao stopped Wei Jiang who was about to rush over, lowered his head and started to touch the surroundings. There were many people on the other side, and Wei Jiang and Malu were not very strong in fighting power, so Ye Mao didn't want to rush over and get beaten.

I just looked around and didn't expect that the area at the school gate was cleaned very clean and I couldn't find anything that could be used as a weapon, which made Ye Mao very depressed.

But he was not a person who gave up easily. He pushed the door and entered the communication room. With a glance, he felt happy. It turned out that there were a few wooden sticks poking against the wall in the communication room, which were obviously used as shovel handles."

The guardian looked at Ye Mao vigilantly. The old man was an old soldier in the corps and had retired long ago. He knew who Ye Mao was. As the boss of the three fools, the old man was naturally full of war with him.

Ye Mao's expression was full of innocent face: "Hello, uncle."

The old man nodded expressionlessly: "Hello classmate, is there anything wrong?"

"We need to clean up. A few shovels in the class broke. I'll look for them if there are any?" Ye Mao tried his best to make himself look harmless.

The old man looked suspicious: "Why don't you go to the General Affairs Office to run to the guard? Besides, don't you have to wait until you return to school to start the cleaning? Haven't you heard of it today?"

Ye Mao quickly explained: "Uncle, aren't we trying to do it secretly? Anyway, the area in charge of each class has been demarcated long ago. It's easier to do it after returning to school today. The teacher in charge of the warehouse of the General Affairs Office did not come today, otherwise why would I find you?"

The old man looked relieved: "Okay, which class are you from? I'll sign up and get a few more by myself."

Ye Mao thanked happily, and then walked out with three sticks. Ma Lu and Wei Jiang both had their eyes lit up: "Boss, you are so powerful!"

Ye Mao said "shush": "Don't act rashly first, see what they want to do? We can act bravely, but we must not provoke it on our own initiative, and it is unreasonable."

The two of them agreed deeply, then hurried inside the door and did not go out. They observed Maimati and their movements through the crack of the door.
Chapter completed!