"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.
