Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Setting Up an Assembly Line

"Mr. Hawthorne, do you want to use our sewing machine?" Tang Xiao’nan asked directly.

Borrowing it for a day or two would be fine, as Phoebe Huxley could be generous. But if he wanted it for a long time, her mother would surely feel the pinch. It would be better to have Adrian Hawthorne just pay for it, like when people rented her dad’s bicycle. Only cold, hard cash could soothe Phoebe Huxley’s wounded soul.

Adrian Hawthorne smiled. "That’s right. And not just your family’s. I need your Fourth Grandma’s and Sixth Grandma’s too. I want three machines in total."

Tang Xiao’nan blinked. ’Three machines?’

’Is the future big shot planning to open a garment factory?’

Adrian Hawthorne took out a piece of floral fabric, about the size of a small end table. The pattern was the same as the one on Amanda Chapman’s dress. He said excitedly, "If we stitch these pieces of fabric into dresses, plenty of people will buy them."

A product’s economic worth is found in its added value.

There isn’t much profit in a simple piece of fabric. But if you make it into clothing, the profit multiplies. If you make it into branded clothing, the profit could be tens, or even hundreds, of times greater. That’s what added value is.

’Fabric scraps are hard to sell, so I should process them into a marketable product. I’m still too slow; it took me this long to think of it.’

Tang Xiao’nan’s eyes lit up as well. She understood Adrian Hawthorne’s plan and was secretly impressed. ’A big shot is a big shot for a reason; his brain just works faster than a normal person’s. I was just thinking of using those scraps to make mop heads. That’s still making use of waste, I guess. But he’s turning them directly into clothes. Which is more profitable, clothes or mops?’

’The answer was obvious.’

’No wonder I never struck it rich in my past life. It’s a matter of talent, not hard work.’

"Why three machines?" Rosalind Green asked, confused. She only needed one. ’I can’t operate three sewing machines at once,’ she thought. ’I only have two hands, after all.’

Tang Xiao’nan chimed in, "Three machines will definitely be faster than one."

’Besides,’ she thought, ’I’ve probably figured out what Adrian Hawthorne is planning. He must want to create an assembly line. That’s how garment factories make clothes. Some people work on the collars, some on the sleeves, some do the cutting... With a division of labor, it’s several times faster than one person making an entire piece of clothing by themselves.’

’It’s just that three machines are still too few. Plus, the sewing machines nowadays are all treadle-powered, not like the ones from the future with electric motors that are faster and make finer stitches.’

Adrian Hawthorne smiled faintly and couldn’t resist tugging one of Tang Xiao’nan’s pigtails. ’This chubby little girl’s mind is getting sharper and sharper,’ he thought, ’especially when compared to a clueless kid like Amanda Chapman.’

Amanda Chapman had been eating sesame balls the entire time, not paying any attention to their conversation at all. The little girl only cared about food.

Tang Xiao’nan rolled her eyes and slapped his pesky hand away. Phoebe Thorne had done her hair in a special five-strand braid today, and it looked particularly pretty. Neither Phoebe Huxley nor Raina knew how to do this style. ’If he messes up my hair,’ she fumed internally, ’I’ll be furious.’

Adrian Hawthorne rubbed his nose, not daring to tug her braid again for fear of making Tang Xiao’nan truly angry. He took two White Rabbit candies from his pocket, gave one to Amanda Chapman, and unwrapped the other. He fed the candy to Tang Xiao’nan and popped the edible rice paper into his own mouth.

"I want the rice paper, too."

Tang Xiao’nan said it on purpose. ’Serves the future big shot right for pulling my braid.’

Adrian Hawthorne stuck out his tongue; the rice paper had already dissolved. Tang Xiao’nan huffed, puffing out her cheeks. "Don’t you ever pull my hair again!"

"Oh."

The future big shot responded faintly, not taking it to heart at all. ’There’s no way I’m not going to pull her hair,’ he thought. ’Besides, chubby Tang is so forgetful. She’ll have forgotten all about it in a few days.’

"I’m heading out."

Adrian Hawthorne left. He was going to find Shane Thorne and the village chief. ’It would be best if I could move the sewing machines to my house,’ he thought. ’That would be more efficient.’