105: Yangyang's heroic act, confession from the mysterious boss_2

The two arrived at the factory, where they were greeted by a very enthusiastic middle-aged uncle.

"The minimum order from our factory is 300 yuan. Then there's the separate cost of the train transport."

At this time, parcels could be sent via post but it was slow, typically taking about a month. Therefore, anyone with urgent items usually relied on the train or freight trucks for transportation.

The price wasn't expensive. Ni Yang took a facial mask cut from a sheet of white paper out of her bag and asked, "Can you make a non-woven fabric in this shape?"

The middle-aged uncle took the paper curiously, "What is this thing? Comrade, what is this used for?"

Ni Yang smiled lightly, "It's for your face."

"For your face?" The middle-aged uncle looked enlightened, "Oh, I see! These are the eyes, this is the nose, and this is the mouth, right?"

"Yes." Ni Yang nodded slightly.