After this meal, Qin Xiaoyu had gained a fairly comprehensive understanding of the domestic garment industry. It turned out she wasn't alone in her confusion.

Like the people here, they come from all over the country, all have a pioneering spirit, and their thinking is very innovative, so they are ahead of their contemporaries. But as they venture out, the road ahead becomes too wide, and they are swept up by the tide, not knowing which direction is right.

Qin Xiaoyu knows the development model of the 21st century. However, current policies and the background of the times are limited, and technical support is inadequate, so it is impossible to completely replicate and use it. She also needs to learn, so she needs a small circle where she can communicate and obtain better first-hand materials.

Ye Qiu's shop mainly sells silk. The second floor displays high-end goods, while the first floor sells rayon, which is the most popular fabric right now, called Yi Ren Xiao.

She doesn't own a shop, but she has business dealings with Zhenya Silk Factory in Suzhou, so she can get the latest styles as soon as possible.

Hong Pangzi is from Henan. He's smarter than a monkey, but looks more honest than an ox. He weighs around 200 pounds and has a large, Buddha-like face that's always smiling.

He runs a plus-size fashion business, a hodgepodge of everything from underwear to sweaters and coats. Any fat person who enters the store cannot leave empty-handed.

Kao Ta-hsiung has relatives in Taiwan who run a high-quality counterfeit business. Whenever a brand there releases a new design, his factory immediately produces a matching high-quality replica; he's a master of imitation.

Huo Jinghong mainly deals in denim products. He doesn't own his own factory, but he has a wide network of connections. He goes wherever there are cheap goods, so his store on Renmin Road is both loved and hated.

What I hate is how annoying his loudspeaker is, constantly blaring out all sorts of clearance and price-cutting ads. What I love is that it attracts customers, and the businesses on either side can also benefit from it.

Qian Beibei is a pretty girl who claims to be from Tianjin, but her accent is completely natural and she speaks standard Mandarin that she could be a news anchor.

She's of average height and has great makeup skills; she's got the makings of a print model. Her shop carries the latest and trendiest items, targeting a younger customer base.

"I'm still single. Xiaoyu, do you know anyone suitable? Introduce me to someone." Qian Beibei gave her a wink.

"Hey, how about we make do for a bit?" Huo Jinghong leaned closer.

"Get out of here. If you call me 'Pay Pay' again, I'll kill you." Qian Beibei glared at him.

"It's terrible to be uncultured," Qin Xiaoyu blurted out, eliciting laughter from everyone.

"You keep telling me you're losing money every day, how am I supposed to make any money? You're such a jinx, stay away from me!" Qian Beibei said irritably. "My name is Beibei! It sounds like 'double' in Chinese!"

"I always said we should try to match them up," Ye Qiu said with a smile.

"Forget it, I'll just find someone rich. I'm tired of struggling for years." Qian Beibei sighed, then squeezed next to Qin Xiaoyu and whispered, "How did you get that guy who drives a Cherokee?"

Qin Xiaoyu glanced at her, not wanting to answer, already somewhat displeased.

"Tell me, we're all women, what's there to be afraid of?"

"It wasn't anything special. It's just that after I lost my husband, I was bullied to the point of desperation with my two children, and he helped me out." Qin Xiaoyu deliberately chose to play the victim, and everyone at the table was shocked.

"You? Widowed? And have two children?"

“Yes.” Qin Xiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Qian Beibei staring at her with wide, round eyes.

"You're lying to me, I don't believe you!" In her world, such a thing was impossible, and she would never believe it even if she were beaten to death.

"What can I do if you don't believe me?" Qin Xiaoyu smiled nonchalantly, and they couldn't help but believe her again. This young woman was no ordinary person.

There was also a woman on the table, who looked to be in her thirties. She was dressed simply and clearly had been very beautiful in her youth. Although the years had taken their toll on her hair, her former charm was still evident.

She barely spoke. When Qin Xiaoyu first entered the room, she was introduced as Sister Su.

Qin Xiaoyu was the center of attention at the table, everyone revolved around her, and Sister Su became even more silent.

These people should be a fixed circle, they always gather together. Today, Qin Xiaoyu stole the spotlight from Qian Beibei, which made her unhappy and she kept criticizing Huo Jinghong.

Finally, even Ye Qiu couldn't stand it anymore. "Beibei, what's wrong? Xiao Huo didn't do anything to you."

“I just find him annoying, there’s no one more annoying than him. How about some beer? Bring me some more ice-cold beer!” Qian Beibei got up and went outside, and Huo Jinghong hurriedly followed.

"They say they're alright? I don't believe it," Zhu Xu said, watching their retreating figures.

“Young man, it’s normal for things to happen. We’re old, but we still have families and businesses, otherwise…” Fatty Hong raised an eyebrow. Men all understand.

"Thank you, Sister Su." Qin Xiaoyu then noticed that Sister Su was getting up to refill her tea.

As soon as she entered the house, she said she was allergic and didn't drink alcohol. Only Ye Qiu gave her a few words of relenting; no one else insisted. I guess the Cherokee outside still had some intimidating effect.

"It's nothing." Sister Su smiled, revealing two deep dimples that looked beautiful.

"What kind of business does Sister Su run?" Qin Xiaoyu asked, noticing that no one had introduced her.

"She doesn't have a shop. She gets cheap goods from whoever has them and sells them there. She sets up a stall in the underpass. If someone chases her away, she moves it. If no one chases her away, she makes a little money." Ye Qiu's few words revealed the bitterness of Sister Su.

Qin Xiaoyu understood. Sister Su relied on everyone's help to make a living. She probably only earned enough to eat and drink, and didn't have enough money to buy goods, so she had to buy everything on credit.

Sure enough, when Qian Beibei and Huo Jinghong returned, their mood hadn't improved. Upon entering the room and seeing Sister Su and Qin Xiaoyu chatting, they immediately vented their anger on them.

"Sister Su, look at the mess you've made. Those clothes I gave you last time, you couldn't sell them, you should have brought them back sooner. What time is it now? My shop is already sold out. If you return them, who am I supposed to sell them to? If you do this again, don't take anything from my shop next time!"

"Beibei, I'm so sorry. It's my fault. How about I keep these items..." Sister Su's voice grew softer and softer, indicating a lack of energy.

"Beibei, your family is so wealthy, your daily income is equivalent to ours in a week, why would you care about these few clothes?" Ye Qiu quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Exactly, your top saleswoman, with that silver tongue, she can talk the dead back to life. Last time I went in, she completely charmed me, and I almost bought a skull T-shirt. Luckily, I really couldn't fit into it." Fatty Hong chimed in, trying to persuade her.

"It's alright, don't worry, Sister Su. If it doesn't work, just give me the stuff, and I'll shout it out for you and we'll sell it." Huo Jinghong's low emotional intelligence reignited the tension that had just eased.

"Really? You're so capable, then go ahead and sell. Just don't get any more goods from me in the future," Qian Beibei said sarcastically.