Yang Yihe is on the second floor of the shop.

The clothing on the second floor is targeted at young people and is relatively expensive.

Currently, a Dacron shirt costs around ten yuan.

Everyone already thinks it's pretty good.

Clothes on the second floor are priced at over 30 yuan on average.

Unlike the reasonably priced sportswear on the first floor.

A set of sportswear in China is cheaper than abroad, priced at 38 yuan.

During the National Day holiday, a set is on sale for 19 yuan. No fabric ration coupons are required, which is more cost-effective than many people cutting their own fabric and making it themselves.

The pricing for the sportswear is now posted on the door.

People are preparing to come and rob it.

This is a rare and amazing deal!

Yang Yihe felt that there should be far fewer people on the second floor.

No wonder my aunt has her own staircase.

As for the third floor?

The third floor will not be open for pre-orders until after the Canton Fair next year; it is not open for pre-orders at present.

Displaying clothes is tedious and uncertain.

Yang Yihe frowned as she looked at the clothes she had arranged and went to ask the tailor if they looked good.

Lin Leyu nodded: "It looks good."

Yang Yihe pondered for a moment: "It's not pretty enough."

She started arranging things again.

Hang it here, hang it there.

Chen Qing busied himself on the first floor and then looked at the second floor.

Xiaohe's aesthetic sense has improved significantly, perhaps due to reading many overseas magazines; the clothes she displays are exceptionally beautiful.

Chen Qing entrusted the task to the master and apprentice with peace of mind.

After going downstairs, Chen Qing immediately saw an elderly couple standing in the shadows inside the shop entrance.

The two men were dressed in patched clothes and straw sandals. They stood close together, their rough hands rubbing together nervously. Their eyes showed both longing and, more than anything, fear and hesitation.

The customers watching the commotion at the entrance also noticed them, their eyes filled with a look of disdain for country bumpkins, as if waiting for the shop assistants to kick them out.

Seeing a shop assistant approaching with a frown, Chen Qing turned and quickly went to greet them: "Hello, comrades. Are you looking at clothes?"

She bent slightly, her voice gentle.

The shop assistant was taken aback and whispered, "Factory manager..."

The elderly couple were so frightened that they took a step back.

The people at the door also looked at Chen Qing with curiosity.

The old lady, seeing Chen Qing's smiling eyes, mustered up her courage and said, "Boss, our grandchildren told us that the clothes here are cheap during the National Day holiday, and they are all big brands. Their friends all want to buy them. They also want to come and see if the quality is good and what the style is like, so as not to waste a lot of money."

Hearing her say "I don't know what it is," it was as if a lightning bolt suddenly struck Chen Qing's mind, cleaving through the complex thoughts she had been busy with for days regarding pricing, stocking, and displaying, and illuminating a blind spot she had overlooked.

As a foreign trade factory that has always been accustomed to exporting, she was used to customers' familiarity with the concept of sportswear.

I've completely forgotten that this is Guangzhou in 1979.

For the vast majority of Chinese people, sportswear is still a vague concept that exists only in newspaper pictures and television broadcasts; many people have never even seen sportswear before!

They might come because of the huge lure of half price and no ticket required, but they don't know exactly what they are about to buy.

An unprecedented chill crept up Chen Qing's spine.

She could almost picture the chaos that might ensue on National Day.

Driven by their enthusiasm for bargains, people rush in, only to experience a huge sense of disappointment after finally getting their hands on the item, perhaps because they've never seen it in person, or because the color, style, or even just something that doesn't match their expectations.

Even if only a small number of people are dissatisfied, in that fervent atmosphere, it is enough to cause questioning and unrest.

It could even turn into a reputation disaster.

Chen Qing immediately apologized to the two elderly people: "I'm sorry, this is my fault. We didn't do our job properly. I'll go and arrange for everyone to put their clothes out."

Her apology came out of nowhere, and it was utterly sincere.

The elderly couple were stunned.

The onlookers at the door were also slightly taken aback.

As locals of Guangzhou, they know Chen Qing better and are well aware that she is a ruthless woman who has made public appearances in recent years, always with a fierce and flamboyant demeanor.

And then... she actually apologized to two elderly people from very poor families?!

"Please wait a moment, I'll bring out the clothes and put them at the entrance so everyone can see them clearly!" Chen Qing was efficient and immediately turned to the shop assistants, "Everyone come and lend a hand, let's move these men's and women's sportswear and the mannequins to a prominent position at the entrance of the store."

Soon, several wooden mannequins dressed in summer sportswear were steadily placed outside the store.

The moment the clothes are laid out, the effect is immediately different.

Unlike the common gray fabrics of today, summer sportswear features bright yet soft blue and red colors.

Under the September sun, the fabric subtly gleamed with a healthy sheen; the cut was clean and the lines were smooth—it was clear at a glance that this was no ordinary product.

Chen Qing personally introduced to the elderly couple: "Feel it and see, this fabric is specially made by us. It is sweat-absorbent and breathable, so the children won't feel sticky when they run and jump. It is also wear-resistant and not easy to pill or deform."

Chen Qing gently tugged at the pant leg to show its elasticity: "We've added some clever design details here, making it easy to move around in, unlike some pants that become tight when you squat down."

She said.

The onlookers were listening too.

The elderly couple carefully stepped forward and touched it. The old lady exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, it's soft!"

"How tall are your grandchildren? Are they chubby?" Chen Qing carefully asked to find out their measurements.

Then, Chen Qing quickly walked out of the store with two sets of packaged sportswear and handed them to the old lady, saying, "The size should be right."

"Oh, this is too much, sir, this is far too valuable..."

The old lady's voice trembled with excitement.

"Yes, yes, we just came to take a look..."

The old man also nervously rubbed his hands together.

Chen Qing smiled gently: "These two outfits are to thank you for reminding us, and also to ask you to help promote our clothing store and tell our neighbors that our store is opening on National Day with a 50% discount."

The onlookers outside the store were stunned and began to whisper among themselves:

"Chen Qingzhen is the one who sent it!"

"Whether we give them a gift or not is another matter. It's quite amazing that she, a factory director, speaks so politely to two old farmers."

"Yes, I thought this shop was like the supply and marketing cooperative. Judging from Chen Qing's attitude, the people serving him shouldn't be so rude."

"fine."

...

Amidst envious glances from onlookers, the elderly couple left, clutching the clothes with profuse thanks.

Chen Qingchao smiled politely at everyone, "The styles will be updated during this period, so feel free to come and take a look if you're interested."

"Chen Qing, aren't you fierce?" someone shouted boldly.

Chen Qingle: "Well, I pretended pretty well."

The surrounding area immediately erupted in laughter.

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Welcome to our store."

"Alright! We're definitely coming!" (End of Chapter)