When he arrived at the First Garment Factory in the old, bumpy car from the Third Garment Factory, the factory gate was already filled with all kinds of cars, jeeps, and even a few vans with out-of-town license plates.

The other guests had obviously arrived long ago.

He clutched the crumpled invitation, walked in with a dark expression, deliberately found a corner seat, and sat down, his sinister gaze sweeping around.

The auditorium, which is usually used for meetings, was decorated in an unusual way.

A large ink wash landscape painting hangs on the wall, with a five-colored curtain in the middle. The clear and soothing guzheng music flows in the air, creating a Chinese romantic atmosphere.

On both sides are neatly arranged seats, with a long aisle in the middle leading directly to the stage.

On the stage, ten exquisite clothes racks were lined up, each covered with a soft white gauze, obscuring everything and exuding an air of mystery.

The most eye-catching thing was the huge promotional slogan hanging above the stage, written in vigorous calligraphy:

"When fashion meets Eastern freehand style, every stroke of ink reveals a unique character."

There are also two plaques on the left and right sides: "[New Breakthrough in Domestic Fabrics]" and "[Exemplary New Chinese Style Overcoat]".

Upon seeing the words "domestic fabric," Qiu Fengxian's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, plummeted back into his stomach like a stone, even stirring up a wave of disdain.

His tense shoulders relaxed, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth, almost as if he was about to burst out laughing.

All this fuss, hiring so many people, just to sell clothes made of domestic wool?!

This coat is made of domestic wool, so it's a substandard product. It's incomparable to imported materials; they're worlds apart!

Moreover, how can something that can only sell for a dozen yuan a piece be called "Guanghua"? How can it be worthy of holding a "new product launch"?

That's an absolute joke!!

His smugness returned, and he leaned back, leisurely waiting to see how this farce would end.

The seats on both sides of the aisle were mostly occupied by wholesalers and people in the clothing industry.

People were whispering amongst themselves, and the buzzing of their discussions reached Qiu Fengxian's ears. Surprisingly, the opinions of these industry insiders were in complete agreement with his own.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit shook his head and sighed.

"Old Li, you're here too? Sigh, I think Factory No. 1 is out of options this time. The young people don't understand our planned economy. Without imported fabrics, they're trying to fool people with domestic products."

"That's right, Lao Wang,"

A man wearing glasses nearby chimed in,

“Zhang Guoqiang is a good person, but business is business. Any factory can make overcoats from domestic wool, why come all the way here to order?”

A wholesaler with a strong Cantonese accent had a rather loud voice.

"Exactly! That imported Australian wool 'Guanghua' was so good, it looked so high-end! The domestic ones... tsk tsk tsk, no matter how they're made, can the quality be the same? Can the price go up? Anyway, I won't order a single one. I came here this time just to have them refund my double deposit in person!"

Another voice responded immediately.

"Yes! I won't order either! I absolutely won't order domestic materials! I'd rather spend that time ordering imported goods from Hong Kong!"

"I won't order any, not even one!"

"Exactly, it was a wasted trip and a waste of time!"

"I think after this press conference, Factory One won't be far from closing down..."

Hearing this, Qiu Fengxian's mocking smile deepened, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he completely relaxed, comfortably leaning back in his chair, waiting to see how a big joke would unfold in the stands.

Amidst the buzzing of doubts, the stage curtain suddenly and slowly fell without warning, followed by a sharp "snap" as all the stage lights went out, plunging the entire auditorium into darkness.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, and the whispering stopped abruptly.

In the darkness, a soft yet clear beam of light quietly appeared, striking precisely the center of the stage.

Zhou Qiqi stood gracefully inside the pillar of light.

She changed into a modernized ink-wash style cheongsam with an extremely neat ribbon-cut design, draped a matching sheer shawl over her shoulders, and her hair was pulled up, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

Her figure and her demeanor seemed to glow under the lights, making it impossible to look away.

Under the gaze of the crowd, she stood gracefully, her clear eyes sweeping across the audience, her voice as crisp as jade beads falling onto a plate:

"【柒】字牌, 'Ink Splendor' New Product Launch, Now—Begins!"

These days, "press conferences" are still a novelty for most people.

Seeing such a beautiful woman standing on the stage, just like a star straight out of a magazine, the people in the audience who were originally indifferent sat up straight and became curious and quiet, wanting to see what she was up to.

What was even more unexpected was that after Zhou Qiqi finished speaking, she nodded slightly to the audience, then turned around decisively and gracefully retreated into the shadows of the stage for the interview, leaving the entire stage back to darkness and silence.

They've already closed up shop before they even started selling medicine?

Just as everyone looked at each other, their doubts deepening.

Another soft, pale light shone on another corner of the stage, and music began to play.

Under the lamplight, a woman dressed in flowing white ancient costume is casually plucking the guzheng in front of her, and melodious music flows from her fingertips.

Beside her, an elderly man in a long robe, with a refined and otherworldly air, held a calligraphy brush and wielded it across a sheet of Xuan paper.

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