Looking at Tong Xuejiao's carefree and playful demeanor, Jiang Qiaoqiao's smile unconsciously deepened.

The more you spend time with Tong Xuejiao, the more you like her.

"Are you sure you can manage on your own? Do you need me to come with you?"

Upon arriving at the provincial capital's wholesale market, Jiang Qiaoqiao got out of the car, and Tong Xuejiao asked her a question.

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Sister Xuejiao, you underestimate me too much, don't you? You can go and do your business with peace of mind. I can go shopping by myself. Beixiao will come to help me carry the goods later, so you don't need to worry."

"Okay, I'm off then!"

When Jiang Qiaoqiao came to the wholesale market last time, she went straight to Hua Yuxin's shop.

This time, she plans to browse around and see if other wholesale stalls have any good styles.

In the end, she only selected three or four styles of clothing from other wholesale stalls.

I went to Hua Yuxin's stall again.

"Hey, girl, you're here to pick out some goods again." Hua Yuxin greeted Jiang Qiaoqiao warmly as soon as she saw her. "Let me tell you, I just brought back a batch of Hong Kong goods yesterday. I didn't show these to anyone else. I saved them especially for you because you know your stuff."

As Hua Yuxin spoke, she dragged a large snakeskin bag out of the somewhat messy warehouse.

When the pockets were opened, there were trench coats and wool coats inside. The cuts and styles were very nice. The wool coats even had a circle of fox fur around the collar, which looked and felt even better.

"Hey girl, what do you think? They're all top-notch, right?" Hua Yuxin said to Jiang Qiaoqiao with a hint of smugness.

Jiang Qiaoqiao asked calmly, "Sister Hua, how were these clothes distributed?"

"Hey girl, this stuff is good. It's not easy to get it from Hong Kong, so the price is definitely a bit higher. These trench coats are 45 each, the thin wool coats without fox fur are 60, and the thick ones with fox fur are 80."

"If you take these to retail, you can easily sell the trench coat for a little over a hundred, and the thin wool coat for five or six hundred, with plenty of people scrambling to buy it. But the thick fox fur one, don't even bother selling it for less than two hundred!" Hua Yuxin said with absolute certainty.

Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at the clothes again. The design, quality and workmanship of these clothes were indeed very good.

Selling it at the price Hua Yuxin mentioned would be an absolute steal for anyone who buys it, so even if the price were a bit higher, there would definitely be people willing to pay for it.

But Jiang Qiaoqiao felt something was off about these clothes.

"Sister Hua, this isn't the first or second time we've collaborated, and we'll be working together for a long time to come. Tell me the truth, what's wrong with these clothes?"

After examining the bag of clothes again, Jiang Qiaoqiao asked Hua Yuxin seriously.

She only thought the clothes were nice and didn't look closely, so she didn't notice what was wrong with them.

But just now, she discovered it.

In general, when factories make clothes, after pattern making, they will make at least one complete set in each size and model.

Of course, in this day and age, individuality and fashion are not emphasized. These mid-to-low-end clothes, once the pattern is made, are usually produced in batches of thousands or tens of thousands.

The bag of clothes that Hua Yuxin showed her was not a set in size, and most of the styles of clothing were only one piece.

No factory produces like this now, and no wholesaler would source goods like this.

"Hehe." Hearing Jiang Qiaoqiao's question, even Hua Yuxin, who was usually eloquent, couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

"Girl, you have a sharp eye. There are some things I haven't explained to you about the origin of these clothes."

These clothes are from Hong Kong, and they are indeed high-quality goods, but they are not fresh off the factory.

Hong Kong has been in a mess lately. Some wealthy people have gone bankrupt without a trace. They're selling off their expensive clothes and other valuables at bargain prices. When I went to pick up my goods this time...

"I just happened to see that this stuff was good and cheap, so I bought some."

Jiang Qiaoqiao's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

Although she had never run a clothing business in her previous life, a wealthy woman she later became friends with started her business in clothing.

She remembered what her sister had once said: the most profitable thing in the clothing industry was refurbishing secondhand clothes salvaged from the bodies of wealthy dead people.

With very little capital, one can acquire a high-end garment that can be sold at a high price, and then resell it for several times or even ten times the profit.

Jiang Qiaoqiao had heard of such things in her previous life in the 1990s.

She had always thought that this kind of clothing only entered the market in the 1990s, but she didn't expect that it was only 1988 and this kind of clothing had already appeared on the market.

Hua Yuxin was good at reading people, and seeing Jiang Qiaoqiao's expression, she knew that Jiang Qiaoqiao definitely wouldn't want her clothes.

He quickly tied the snakeskin bag back up and laughed, "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought out these clothes and offended your eyes."

"Hey girl, feel free to pick anything else in my shop today. I'll give you an extra 20% off the original price. How does that sound?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't dwell on the matter of those clothes.

The world is not black and white, and besides, she is just a businesswoman. As long as there is profit to be made, she has no need to turn against anyone.

As long as she can live with her own conscience, that's fine.

Many of the styles at Hua Yuxin's stall were indeed more attractive than those elsewhere. Jiang Qiaoqiao selected three more styles at Hua Yuxin's shop. Just as she finished picking up her purchases, she saw Huo Beixiao's car arrive outside.

While packing Jiang Qiaoqiao's food with a smile, Hua Yuxin joked, "Hey, girl, your man is here to pick you up again."

You're so lucky! Not only is your man handsome and rich, but he's also incredibly considerate. You couldn't find a man like that even with a lantern.

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled but didn't respond to Hua Yuxin's comment.

She had a pretty good impression of Hua Yuxin before, because Hua Yuxin had good products and she thought Hua Yuxin had good taste.

In retrospect, it seems she had poor judgment.

"Qiaoqiao, did something unpleasant happen during the delivery?"

After getting into the car, Huo Beixiao noticed that Jiang Qiaoqiao had a furrowed brow and couldn't help but ask her a question.

"No." Jiang Qiaoqiao shook her head and told Huo Beixiao about Hua Yuxin's request for her to take some second-hand clothes.

Huo Beixiao frowned. "Why are they still selling these kinds of clothes? If the original wearer was healthy, that would be fine, but what if they had some kind of infectious disease..."

Jiang Qiaoqiao was also considering this issue.

Her desire to build her own factory, manufacture her own clothes, and sell them herself has become even stronger.

It's not just about controlling costs, but also because only by producing in-house can we control quality at the source.