All the new styles are personally selected and styled by Linda.
Most of them are factory goods that designer Wang wholesaled from Shenzhen.
Although these clothes are not as "avant-garde" as Meng Zihan's designs, they are novel in style and solid in workmanship.
Most importantly, they conform to the aesthetic and dressing habits of women in the port city today.
Linda selected two of the best quality and most stylish outfits, carefully paired them, and used them as a secondary promotion for the new product.
The two designers, who combined market trends, independently designed several original works, which were then designated as the main promotional items.
Following that, she personally rearranged the entire store window display based on the overall style of the new products.
The three most eye-catching main outfits are displayed in a staggered manner in the large glass windows facing the street, and when the lights are on, they exude a high-end feel.
The mannequins in the store also changed into three other new designer outfits, which were placed in the most prominent position to serve as the store's facade.
In this way, potential customers can see six new products with a unified style but each with its own unique characteristics simply by passing by, making them much more attractive than before.
As for the unsold items from the previous batch of designs, Linda quickly cleared them out at a 50% discount, without incurring a loss.
The pricing of this new product was also carefully considered by her.
She completely abandoned Meng Zihan's unattainable, inflated pricing, and instead referenced the prices of similar stores in Central to set a price that could both guarantee profits and appear affordable.
This combination of tactics had an immediate and noticeable effect.
The storefront of "Zihan Clothing" is no longer as deserted as before.
The store's popularity soared in just two months, and its turnover increased several times over. It even began to gain some fame among the socialites in the port city.
Meng Zihan was completely unaware of this. She was leisurely sitting in the most upscale hair salon in Central, enjoying the services of her hairstylist while flipping through the latest fashion magazines.
A socialite sitting next to me was chatting with her friend when she overheard Meng Zihan's name and casually asked, "Miss, is your name Meng Zihan? That name sounds familiar. It's like that really popular clothing store in Central called 'Zihan Clothing'."
Meng Zihan put down the magazine, her lips curving upwards involuntarily, and said in a seemingly casual but actually proud tone, "I am the owner of that store."
Upon hearing this, the socialite's attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree turn.
The subtle arrogance he had shown earlier vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile.
"Oh, it's Miss Meng! Your shop has been really popular among my girlfriends lately. We all say your clothes have great taste. Next time you get new arrivals, could you send a few sets to my shop in advance so I can pick some out?"
Meng Zihan's vanity was greatly satisfied.
Meng Zihan naturally had no reason to refuse.
She nodded gracefully and demurely accepted the address and business card handed to her by the socialite.
This flattery put her in a great mood.
After getting her hair done, she decided to go to the salon to check it out in person.
In her opinion, the reason why the store's business was able to revive must be because her "avant-garde" new products were finally appreciated.
Sitting in the taxi, she was still thinking smugly: These bumpkins from the port city finally have some taste and know how to appreciate my trendsetting designs.
However, when the taxi stopped in front of the shop, Meng Zihan's smile froze.
She spotted the brand-new shop window immediately.
The clothes inside...
None of them were designed by her.
She pushed open the car door, put on her high heels, and walked quickly to the store entrance.
The clothes worn by the mannequins displayed at the entrance were not her designs.
An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.
She walked into the store with a sullen face, her eyes scanning the rows of shelves like a searchlight.
Not only are there no designs of hers in this batch of new products, but even her previous "masterpieces" that she was so proud of have disappeared without a trace.
The entire store was filled with what she considered to be "commonplace" goods, unremarkable and lacking any highlights.
What happened?
What about the clothes she designed?
What about her clothes that are enough to set a fashion trend?
A surge of anger at being betrayed instantly rose to the top of his head.
Meng Zihan's face instantly turned ashen. She walked to the cashier, slammed her knuckles against the counter, and shouted at the trembling clerk, "Call Linda! Tell her to get over here right now!"
At that moment, Linda was in the company's design department, enthusiastically discussing the styles of the new autumn products with two designers.
With the store gaining popularity, she plans to strike while the iron is hot and take the brand to the next level.
Just as they were talking animatedly, the assistant rushed in: "Miss Linda, the store has called. Mr. Meng wants you to come over immediately."
"Mr. Meng wants me to go over there?" Linda asked instinctively.
The assistant quickly replied, "Yes, I heard he looked very upset, like he was throwing a tantrum."
Linda was startled, realizing something was wrong.
Meng Zihan, the absentee manager, rarely shows up even once a month. Why did he suddenly decide to come to the store today?
If she saw the state of the shop now, she'd be furious.
Linda didn't dare to delay and quickly stood up: "You guys continue your discussion, I'll be right back."
After saying that, she quickly returned to her office, grabbed the profit reports and sales data analysis for the past two months, called her assistant, and rushed to the store without stopping.
She knew that empty words were useless; only solid achievements were the most powerful weapon.
Hopefully, these weapons will shut Meng Zihan up and allow her to maintain her original state.
When Linda arrived at the store, panting, Meng Zihan was sitting in the VIP lounge with a dark expression, looking like a demon.
The atmosphere inside the store was extremely tense. Several employees stood trembling against the wall, heads bowed, barely daring to breathe.
Upon seeing Linda, Meng Zihan grabbed the beautifully crafted catalog of the store's styles from the coffee table without saying a word and slammed it into Linda's face with all her might.
"ah!"
Linda was startled and instinctively dodged to the side.
The thick, glossy art book grazed her shoulder and flew out, hitting the wall behind her with a "thud" before falling to the ground, its pages scattered everywhere.
Linda's heart was pounding, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.
Meng Zihan was furious!
She forced herself to calm down, quickly stepped forward, and forced a perfect smile onto her face.
"Mr. Meng, please calm down. What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
"You have the nerve to ask me what's wrong!"
Meng Zihan stood up abruptly, pointed at Linda, and said in a shrill voice.
"Linda, I'm asking you, where are my clothes? Where did you put them?"
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