The shop isn't making a single penny; it's burning through cash every day. The exorbitant rent in Central and the salaries of the designers are already suffocating Meng Zihan.

Although Director Zhang was still giving her money, she didn't feel at ease without having her own money in her own hands.

Upon hearing Linda's words, Meng Zihan's anger flared up instantly.

She glared at Linda and snapped impatiently, "A bunch of bumpkins, you have no taste! Don't you even know what I mean by this dress..."

Meng Zihan pointed at her clothes and vented her anger with a mix of words and curses.

Linda listened humbly for a long time, constantly agreeing with her, and after she finished venting, she respectfully asked for instructions.

"Mr. Meng, your designs are indeed very avant-garde and fashionable, but people can't keep up with your taste. You see, for the sake of our store's sales..."

Meng Zihan felt much better after venting her anger and didn't want to deal with this mess anymore.

She pushed the ledger aside, stood up, and said, "Just do it your way! I can't be bothered with it anymore! I'm going back to get some sleep; there's a cocktail party tonight."

After saying that, she grabbed her designer bag and walked away in her high heels.

Linda watched her figure disappear through the door, and without hesitation, immediately gave instructions to the shop assistant.

"You two, stop standing there and come help!"

Two shop assistants rushed over.

"Take those two outfits off the mannequins by the door right now!" Linda commanded. "Put them in the innermost cabinet of the warehouse, and cover them with dust bags! No one is allowed to take them out again without my order!"

"Ah? But Ms. Meng..." The shop assistant hesitated.

"Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up!" Linda declared resolutely. "Now, immediately, right now!"

The two stopped talking and quickly rushed over to remove the crop top and ripped jeans.

Linda immediately felt that the air in the entire store was much fresher.

She walked up to the clothes rack and quickly scanned it.

She selected a silk shirt and a well-tailored pair of cigarette pants from the collection and quickly dressed the model in them.

An ivory white silk shirt paired with dark gray trousers creates an intellectual and elegant look.

The entire storefront instantly transformed into a normal high-end women's clothing store.

"Take down all the other samples designed by General Manager Meng, don't put them on the shelves," Linda instructed. "Put out all the other new summer styles, I'll personally put them together as sets and hang them neatly!"

The shop assistants immediately sprang into action.

This adjustment had an immediate effect.

In the following days, although it couldn't be said that the store was packed with customers, the number of people entering the store did gradually increase.

Most of them were attracted by the elegant outfit in the shop window. Once inside, they found that the clothes inside were also quite nice. Although the prices were high, the styles and quality were worth the price.

The store's sales finally broke the embarrassment of zero.

However, Linda knew in her heart that this meager income was nothing compared to the astronomical rent in Central.

Forget about making a profit, they can't even maintain the most basic balance between income and expenditure.

She reluctantly called Meng Zihan.

“Mr. Meng, business at the store has improved a bit, but the rent is really too much of a burden. How about we consider moving to another location? For example, Causeway Bay or Tsim Sha Tsui, where there is a lot of foot traffic and the rent is almost half the price.”

"Alternatively, I contacted a few factories that manufacture for major brands. They have some high-quality export surplus stock. We can take some back and mix it with our own goods to sell. This way, we can quickly recover funds and alleviate some of the pressure."

Meng Zihan listened to Linda's words and remained silent for a second or two.

When she spoke again, her voice was filled with anger: "Linda, what do you mean? Do you think my shop only deserves to be in a place like Causeway Bay? Let me tell you, my brand must be located in Central! It's about style, don't you understand?"

"And another thing!" Her voice suddenly rose, "Selling factory goods? You're mixing my original designs with those cheap, mass-produced street vendor items? Are you trying to ruin my brand? Let me tell you, my brand is high-end customization! If you dare mention this again, get out of here right now!"

With a "snap," the phone was abruptly hung up.

Linda held the receiver, which was giving her a busy signal, her hands and feet were ice-cold.

She finally understood that there was no reasoning with someone like Meng Zihan who lived in his own world.

The next day, Meng Zihan visited the shop again.

When she saw that the store's layout had changed and the "treasure of the store" at the entrance was gone, her face immediately darkened.

But before she could react, Linda quickly handed over the sales records for the past few days.

Seeing that the sales figures were no longer zero, Meng Zihan's expression softened slightly. She gave a soft hum, which was tantamount to acknowledging Linda's unauthorized actions.

"At least you have some brains."

She pursed her lips, then pulled out several blueprints from her expensive bag and slapped them in front of Linda.

"Here, this is a new design I came up with after several sleepless nights. It's sure to be a market sensation! Take it to the design department right away and have them make a sample using the best materials!"

Linda looked down and felt a sudden darkness engulf her; she almost lost her balance.

The paper was filled with drawings of several "designs" that were even more outrageous than ripped jeans and crop tops.

A thin, rope-like halter top hung a piece of fabric that barely covered her chest, with a super short skirt below. Linda estimated that it would look almost like a swimsuit on her.

There was also a pair of hot pants, so short they almost reached the top of the thighs, with the words "side slit" crookedly written in pencil next to them.

This isn't clothing.

These are just a few rags!

Linda held those so-called "design drawings," her fingers trembling slightly.

Looking at Meng Zihan, she realized for the first time that this person wasn't just stupid, but insane.

If they actually make this kind of thing and put it in stores to sell, this brand will be completely finished.

Not only would it become a laughing stock in Hong Kong, but even the anti-vice squad might come knocking on our door.

"What? Speechless with amazement at my ingenious design?"

Seeing Linda's astonished expression, Meng Zihan proudly raised her chin.

Linda slowly raised her head, forcing a professional smile onto her face.

A crazy and audacious plan took shape in her mind.

Judging from Meng Zihan's reaction just now, she cares more about sales revenue than her own designs.

As long as she increases her sales, Meng Zihan won't make things difficult for her.

Thinking of this, she carefully put away the sketches and said obsequiously, "President Meng's design is truly extraordinary and incredibly impactful. I'll take it to the design department right away and have them start working on it immediately, using only the best materials."