Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Love Potion

In just one month, Kelly's new spring and summer "Wind" series sold out.

Of the fifteen new models, five are huge hits, and three are minor hits. It's March now, and if sales continue for six months, at this rate, we'll easily reach 20,000 units per style before the fall and winter season. The remaining minor hits will likely each reach several thousand units. If nothing goes wrong, this will generate a net profit of over 40 million yuan.

Internet publicity only brings short-lived popularity. If you want to make money in the long run, you also need to have excellent quality.

And the extremely good news is that Kelly's offline store sales have also increased significantly.

While Kelly sells new designs, they're essentially still workwear suits. Suit styles rely heavily on in-person fittings, and the new season collections have put considerable effort into the cuts and fabrics, making in-person fittings a no-brainer.

Consumers are not fools. Everyone can tell good clothes after buying them, trying them on, and wearing them. High quality brings positive feedback, and with more and more customers, the brand's reputation and word-of-mouth are growing.

This was a very complete turnaround.

In March, Kelly had already balanced all her monthly expenses by mid-month.

——This is the first time in five years.

At the end of March, all profits began to slowly fill the gap.

Kelly is not listed, so its financial reports are not available to the outside world. However, industry insiders can almost estimate that Kelly will make a lot of money this time.

Besides, it's only March. The new spring and summer season products will still be available for another six months or so. Popular products have a long lifespan and can continue to be sold next spring and summer, providing a long-term and stable source of profit.

This is the seventh month since Xin Tong returned to China to take over Kelly.

Xin Tong achieved the balance between income and expenditure, which three consecutive elite CEOs who returned from prestigious universities had failed to achieve, in just seven months.

The Wucheng Career Forum's homepage finally began to see a completely different tone than before. The comments suddenly became friendly, and even the most venomous posts became timid and cautious.

People no longer speak out boldly and make sarcastic remarks, for fear of being slapped in the face again in a few months.

Because everyone vaguely realized that Xin Tong's arrogant dream of making a profit within a year might actually be achievable.

*

When the name "Xin Tong" once again caused a storm in the forum, she was dancing closely with a muscular naked handsome man on a luxury cruise ship.

The music was deafening, the rays of the bright lights and wine shone on a large jar of transparent wine in the middle of the table, clothes were swaying in the dance floor, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of cologne.

0401 pressed Xin Tong's hand against his body. From top to bottom, the firm muscles were soft without any force, but hardened when tensed. The handsome boy smiled shyly, his eyes sparkling. Although he pressed her hand against his body, his ears were red.

Song Qingyun stood aside. She had short, pretty hair and wore a youthful, short pleated skirt. Her face was filled with excitement, and she screamed and poured champagne into the crowd.

Xin Tong squeezed out from the crowd, saw that Song Qingyun was about to drink, squeezed over and snatched the wine glass from her hand, and pulled her out by the collar while she pouted and whistled.

The dance floor below was still bustling.

Xin Tong carried her to the booth and whispered in her ear, "No drinking."

"When you're drunk you're like a corpse. I don't have the energy to drag you back."

The coward wilted.

She pouted, but didn't dare to refute. She could only say "oh" angrily but unable to say anything.

Seeing her silly bestie's mood sour, Xin Tong rang the bell to find Boss Li and ordered a pole dance. Several people came up quickly, and Song Qingyun was invited to sit on a stool. Surrounded by three virgin muscular handsome men, their faces red as boiled shrimps, they covered their eyes but still peeked through their fingers, screaming with excitement.

Xin Tong sat in the outermost booth, looking at her and smiling.

…

Xin Tong won the first battle in her entrepreneurial venture, and the first thing she did was to find Song Qingyun to celebrate.

We chartered a luxury cruise ship at the Yangtze River Estuary Beach, filled it with LED lights and flowers, and cruised around the beach all night.

The light shows on both sides of the strait were all covered with Xin Tong's name and beautiful photos, attracting tourists to look at her and take pictures, and they were guessing which rich second-generation daughter she was.

The sky over the beach was booked for fireworks all night, with 500 drones, which shows how high-profile and arrogant they were.

Xin Tong pulled Song Qingyun out. The early spring breeze was chilly and slightly damp, with a hint of the sea's smell. The evening breeze blew through their hair, tangling them together. Across the river, the nightscape shone brightly with neon lights.

The two men stood on the deck.

In the darkness of the night, Song Qingyun saw the calmness and arrogance on his friend's face.

The "No. 1 Waste in Wucheng" has been idle and useless for 22 years. He is still indulging in sensual pleasures and being arrogant, but the girl in front of him has a neat and calm expression and is full of energy.

She was not at all confused or distressed. Instead, she felt that the world had great potential, that her brilliant life had just begun, that the sky was high and the birds could fly freely, and the sea was wide and the fish could leap freely, and that she wanted to live a magnificent and vigorous life.

The two sisters who had been depressed and scolded together since childhood stood in front of Song Qingyun and cheered for saving the business capital that many elites could not save and creating a revenue miracle that no one else could do.

Xin Tong pointed at the bright lights of the building across the street. Xin Tong's name and photos flashed by on the building.

"Look!"

"The Yangtze River, thousands of miles long, is all mine."

"My name is Xin Tong, Tong as in Wutong."

"This city is my city. This world is my world."

She turned around, took Song Qingyun's hand, and smiled wildly.

"Song Qingyun, how do you want to spend the next sixty years of your life?"

Song Qingyun was stunned by this question.

"But, I, I'm so stupid. I can't do anything."

"Even fools have to live."

Xin Tong responded as a matter of course.

yes.

Even fools have to live.

Song Qingyun looked at the bright moon in the sky and thought to himself that he had never thought about such a question in this way. He had never stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself seriously, a living person named Song Qingyun.

Song Qingyun was about to graduate from university, so she began to look for what she liked.

She loved painting, appreciating art, and going to art exhibitions. She had made up her mind. Miss Dodder, who had been timid and cowardly for twenty years, returned from the cruise ship in a daze. She got out of the car, looked at the Song family mansion in front of her where she had lived for more than a decade, took a deep breath, and walked in.

She told Song Tingfeng that she wanted to study abroad and see a bigger world.

But he was only rejected mercilessly by his brother.

Song Tingfeng didn't want to be separated from her. He didn't want her to grow up. He didn't want her to suffer.

"Isn't it good to stay in the Song family forever?"

"Isn't it good to always be by your brother's side?"

The tall and thin man walked towards her step by step, picked her up, buried his handsome face in her neck, and gently sniffed the scent of the frail girl.

"Xiao Yun is timid and stupid. The world outside is so chaotic, so dirty, and full of dangers. Isn't Xiao Yun afraid?"

"Have you forgotten? When you were bullied before, you came back to your brother to protect you."

"You said you just wanted to stay with your brother and didn't want to go anywhere."

"Brother now controls the entire family and is able to protect you. Xiaoyun's wish has come true, hasn't it?"

The man's body pressed down on her inch by inch. He was as tall as a mountain and he didn't let go of her once he held her.

"Timid"? "Stupid"?

Yes, that's her personality. That's how everyone describes her.

In the quiet moonlight, the tiny, frail coward suddenly realized that she had become this way step by step. Her brother's indulgence and the constant, mantra-like advice and kind suggestions from those around her had allowed her to smoothly and without hesitation embark on this smooth road without any setbacks or bumps.

But precisely because there are no setbacks or bumps, there is no cheering around this road, and it is pitch black ahead.

Flowers, applause, and power all belong to the brother who is on another path.

And she had nothing.

She began to struggle. The two of them started arguing.

Song Tingfeng said, "How can you have nothing? You have my love."

Love is such a bewildering miracle drug. It seems like everyone pursues self-improvement and worldly success, praising those who strive for ever-higher goals. But if you're a woman, when it comes to love, you're willing to sacrifice everything for it, and everyone calls it a beautiful myth.

For the first time in history, my cowardly sister refused. Her voice was soft and gentle, trembling, and her eyes were wandering.

But she was resisting, shaking her head.

Song Tingfeng frowned. A strong sense of insecurity surged in his heart. He looked at the thin, fair-skinned girl in front of him with a gloomy look.

The atmosphere between the two was tense and they parted on bad terms.

*

On Jiang Yuanbin's birthday, Xin Tong brought gifts and went to his house in the suburbs to celebrate with the old man.

Happy events bring joy to people. Kelly's spring and summer collection is selling well, and Xin Tong's steps seem to float. The old man heard about it and offered heartfelt congratulations, his face brimming with joy. He didn't show much emotion when talking about his own birthday, but when talking about Xin Tong's company, he smiled even more.

This celebration was more like the old man celebrating Xin Tong rather than celebrating his birthday.

He really treated Xin Tong as his own student.

Xin Tong understood and was grateful. Three glasses of wine were toasted during the meal, each empty.

After three rounds of drinks, Xin Tong was on the balcony admiring the flowers. Jiang Yuanbin's flowers were the best, diligently cultivated by the gardener. She used to visit the garden every time she came.

Footsteps were heard behind me.

She turned around and saw Jiang Cheng.

The relationship between the two is that of investor and investee. This relationship constantly reminds Xin Tong why Jiang Cheng invested in Kelly in the first place.

Now that Kelly has made a comeback, Xin Tong is mentally prepared. She thinks Jiang Cheng might come to her to talk about cooperating with Jiang's to produce factory garments.

As the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Cheng is more of a businessman than a craftsman, and promoting industrialization has always been his primary mission. However, Jiang Yuanbin, with his professional honor and integrity, is protective of the craft industry. He has always been critical of Jiang Cheng, Jiang Chongyan, and even Jiang Chongyan's mother, Ye Yizhen, regarding the lack of an heir.

Xin Tong knew all the difficulties and hardships of this century-old family. The conflicts and games between the three generations were too profound, and as an outsider, she had no say.

The two chatted casually in front of the garden. Their tone was casual, but their content was direct, all about factory-made garments.

Xin Tong didn't understand this and didn't say much. Jiang Cheng was talking the whole time.

——But suddenly, she heard the crisp sound of broken ceramics behind her.

She turned around suddenly and met Jiang Yuanbin's incredulous eyes.

The old man trembled his fingers, "...I see."

"So the factory-based partner he was looking for was you!"

His voice trembled and anger rose. Jiang Yuanbin took a few steps back, his eyes full of anger and disappointment.

In his eyes, Xin Tong had long been a unique student, a personal friend who could come and go freely. He taught her day and night and shared everything he knew. The greater his expectations, the greater his disappointment.

"I misjudged him..."

"I didn't expect you were going to destroy the Jiang family too! Destroy this entire industry!"

Xin Tong stared wide-eyed as the old man fell backward in anger. Servants rushed over to support him, but Jiang Cheng was pushed aside as he stepped forward. A chaotic, angry clamor and the sound of footsteps filled the air.

The happy birthday party ended in endless confrontation. The family members were hostile and had different positions. When Xin Tong left, she only saw Jiang Yuanbin's extremely disappointed eyes.

...The relationship between the master and the disciple reached a freezing point.

…

At the gate of the manor, Xin Tong was stopped by Jiang Cheng again.

His face was filled with apology. For years, he had been unable to persuade Jiang Yuanbin. The old man was quite prestigious, a master in his field, with his own beliefs and conservative and stubborn ideas. Today's unexpected conflict was truly not the Jiang family's style. Jiang Cheng bowed slightly in apology.

Xin Tong shook her head.

No matter what time, she only feels gratitude and cherishment towards Jiang Yuanbin.

Jiang Cheng brought up the issue of cooperation again at this time.

Xin Tong thought for a few seconds and finally spoke about this matter for the first time.

"Uncle Jiang, I think you should reconsider. Don't do the wrong thing on impulse. Some things need to be changed, and they should be changed in a big way, like Kelly. But some things have been tested for a hundred years, and it's not that easy to change them."

Xin Tong was a complete idiot. She had never understood anything about business plan reform or economic model change; she only thought about things with the simplest of minds.

She scratched her head and gave the simplest example.

"If I'm starving, then I have to start eating. But if I'm not hungry, then I won't eat."

"Sometimes, you think you should eat, but in reality, your energy hasn't dropped and the food hasn't been fully digested, so eating more would be redundant."

Jiang Cheng opened his eyes slightly and looked at the young girl in her early twenties standing in front of him. She used the simplest words to express something that he had been struggling with for many years and had not been able to figure out.

"There are many things hidden in your body. You can't see them. But they are vital."

“The same goes for businesses and enterprises.”

"The things you can't see have silently sustained this family for a hundred years. Once the code is running and everything is functioning, don't make any changes rashly, or you'll end up losing the big picture and causing a complete collapse."

Jiang Cheng was stunned by these words.

It was like a blow to the head.

Over the years, many people have advised, Jiang Yuanbin has rebuked him many times, and the company's internal elites have made suggestions... but none of them were as thought-provoking and decisive as Xin Tong's short words.

With his rationality returning, Jiang Cheng finally began to think deeply about the future direction of this century-old family.

*

He Tianqi felt calm when he dialed the number on the thin business card lining his suit pocket.

He came downstairs to the Song family building.

While waiting at the CEO's office door, he clearly heard subtle, ambiguous sounds coming from inside. He frowned. It was perfectly normal for a successful man in a high position to be surrounded by women. He Tianqi had grown up in an environment where this was as commonplace as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

He Tianqi stood tall and straight, looking downwards. There was no trace of embarrassment or shock on his handsome face, he looked calm and composed.

The secretary coughed awkwardly twice and knocked lightly on the door.

"Mr. Song, the young master of the Morikawa Group is here."

A panicked young woman emerged from inside. Slender with short hair, He Tianqi's expressionless face finally flashed with shock as they met.

——That’s Song Qingyun.

Song Tingfeng's biological sister.

At that moment, He Tianqi's feet seemed to have taken root.

He walked into the office with heavy steps. The moment he met Song Tingfeng's slightly gloomy eyes, he stopped again and looked back at the girl who was running away in panic.

Within seconds, he had understood.

"Song Tingfeng is a beast who seduced his own sister."

When this sentence appeared in He Tianqi's mind, He Tianqi had already returned to his normal expression.

After figuring this out, he turned around again and looked at Song Tingfeng, and actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Very brave.

Anyway, this is a world where the bold die of overeating and the timid die of starvation.

The two of them were very similar in every way, whether it was family background, gender, social reputation, or elite ability.

There is another similarity.

Among men, the untainted Liuxia Hui, a gentleman who emerged from the muddy waters, is not admired. Those in high positions often bask in the favor of lower-class men, not lower-class women. Men, more than anyone else, are driven to consolidate class differences and climb the social ladder, hence their constant speculation about women's desires for wealth and high marriage. Given the opportunity, men are the most eager to marry high.

If a man in a high position has moral defects in sexual relations, he will gain unique group recognition among men.

This is not a moral defect or indiscretion.

This is called romanticism, temperament, talent, and a role model for men.

He Tianqi thought of the girl who had just escaped. Terrified and confused, the beautiful youth of his life was trapped and wasted in lies and flattery.

But He Tianqi's face was full of indifference.

He had no sympathy for Song Qingyun, and was even indifferent to him.

Song Tingfeng was a patrician, a rising star in the industry, talented, handsome, and everything in between. Any woman, no matter who she was, was lucky to be favored by Song Tingfeng. This was the social perspective He Tianqi had naturally drawn from his 18 years of life.

He Chuan is a powerful man. Song Tingfeng is also a powerful man.

He Tianqi naturally feels support and understanding for successful men.

Only at this moment did he finally feel that he and Song Tingfeng were really the exact same kind of people.

He turned around and told the CEO of a leading biopharmaceutical company his entire plan.

He asked Song Tingfeng for a medicine.

"After I deal with Xin Tong and become the sole heir to the Morikawa Group, the two companies will maintain a long-term cooperative relationship as you wish."

Song Tingfeng looked at him for a long time.

Then she slowly leaned back, her eyes fixed on him.

Song Tingfeng knew that He Tianqi must have seen Song Qingyun running away. This meant that He Tianqi had already known his biggest secret, the one he most wanted to hide, a scandal that violated ethical principles.

But he didn't threaten. He talked about cooperation.

Song Tingfeng nodded. He also felt the same way. The two of them were indeed the same kind of people.