Chapter 352 Pretending to be a Returning Businessman in a Historical Novel (25 chapters)
The backstage area fell silent instantly. Everyone seemed to have been put on pause. The models and designers, who had just been immersed in great joy and excitement, all stared blankly at the man in the suit and tie, and then at Zhou Jue.
Buy all...?
Each of these ten outfits is a unique work of art, a masterpiece created with their painstaking efforts.
Now, someone wants to buy them all at once?
Seeing that no one reacted, the purchasing director spoke a long string of words to Section Chief Zhang, gesturing with his hands and looking eager.
Section Chief Zhang's Adam's apple bobbed as he translated with difficulty, "He said... the price is negotiable, he is very sincere, and hopes to talk to our person in charge, that is, you, right away."
With a polite smile on her face, Zhou Jue stepped forward and spoke a few words in fluent English to the director.
The director was taken aback for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and the two began to talk directly.
Those around them couldn't understand and could only watch them nervously.
Lin Wanwan stood at the back of the crowd; she could understand what was being said.
Zhou Jue politely declined.
She was telling the other party that the "Beautiful Mountains and Rivers" series was a brand display item of Huaxin Silk and was not for sale.
However, Huaxin Silk Factory is very willing to accept orders and can customize similar styles for Galeries Lafayette, and can even cooperate to develop exclusive series.
A clear look of disappointment flashed across the director's face, but he quickly understood what Zhou Jue meant.
He looked at Zhou Jue, and his expression changed.
That's no longer the look in the eyes of an ordinary designer, but the look in the eyes of a truly visionary brand founder.
He nodded vigorously, took the business card from his assistant, and handed it to Zhou Jue with both hands.
Zhou Jue politely accepted it.
After the director left, the backstage area remained quiet.
Section Chief Zhang couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Director Zhou, you...you refused? That's Galeries Lafayette! That's a huge sum of money, a huge amount of foreign exchange!"
"Section Chief Zhang," Zhou Jue smiled and put away the business card, "If we sell ten pieces of clothing, we can only make money once."
"But if we leave behind a brand, we can keep making money."
"These ten sets of clothes are the first business card that our Huaguo Silk Company has made. This business card cannot be sold."
...
The atmosphere on the plane back home was completely different from when we arrived.
Everyone was quiet, leaning back in their seats, their eyes revealing a satisfied weariness.
Zhou Xiaoman leaned against the porthole, looking down at the cotton candy-like clouds, still feeling like she was dreaming.
Sun Li, who was sitting next to her, was holding a crumpled newspaper. It was a local Parisian newspaper, and although he couldn't understand a single word, he still kept flipping through it.
The fashion section of the newspaper featured a huge photograph on its headline.
The photo shows Zhou Xiaoman walking down the runway in that crimson phoenix cheongsam.
When the plane landed at the Capital Airport, and the group of people dragged their luggage out of the passage, everyone was stunned by the sight before them and stopped in their tracks.
The exit was packed with people.
Countless reporters, carrying cameras, blocked the exit completely.
"They're out! They're out!"
Someone shouted.
The next second.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
"Director Zhou, what was your biggest takeaway from this trip to Paris?"
"What new technology do you use to make your silk?"
"Comrade Zhou Xiaoman! Could you talk about your feelings when you were the first model to step onto the stage?"
Countless microphones were handed over from all directions.
Zhou Xiaoman and the others had never seen anything like this before, and they were all stunned and instinctively hid behind Zhou Jue.
Section Chief Zhang reacted quickly. He straightened his chest, stood at the front, and shouted, "Comrades! Comrades, don't push! Let us through first! We'll get back to you later if there are any problems!"
But nobody listened to him.
The reporters' enthusiasm came in waves, like a tide.
The entire team was swept along by the crowd and could hardly move an inch.
Just then, the airport's loudspeaker announced: "Attention all members of the press, please maintain order, make way, and welcome our heroes who have brought glory to our country home!"
hero.
These two words instantly brought tears to the eyes of young people like Zhou Xiaoman and Lin Wanwan.
They weren't going to a business event.
They are... heroes.
the next day.
The entire Flower Kingdom was swept up by this red storm.
The People's Daily's front page headline, in bold boldface, read: "The Beauty of the Orient Shines in Paris! Chinese Silk Brands Amaze International Fashion Week!"
CCTV's evening news program spent a full two minutes broadcasting a video clip of that grand show.
When Zhou Xiaoman confidently walked the runway in a phoenix-patterned cheongsam, countless families watching on television erupted in cheers.
At Huaxin Silk Factory, Deputy Director Wang and the workers crowded into the canteen, watching television. They were all so excited that their faces were flushed, and they were slapping their thighs, laughing and crying at the same time.
"See that? Those are our factory's uniforms! Those are Xiaoman's uniforms from our factory!"
"My God! They're on CCTV! The whole country saw it!"
The most direct result of this trend is increased orders.
Orders poured in from all over the world, arriving at the small silk factory in Yancheng via telegram and long-distance telephone.
In Deputy Factory Director Wang's office, the phone rang non-stop.
"Director Zhou... Director Zhou!" He shouted into the microphone, his voice hoarse, "We can't take it anymore! We really can't hold on any longer! Just this morning alone, the potential orders we received are enough to keep our factory producing non-stop for three years!"
"And the old factories, their raw silk and grey fabric are all sold out! When will they ever be able to finish this?"
Zhou Jue said on the other end of the phone: "Director Wang, hold on and register all the orders."
“Tell them that we accept reservations, but there will be a waiting list.”
"Also, you should prepare that the factory needs to be expanded."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jue looked at the equally piled-up reports on the table and let out a soft sigh.
The first step has been completed steadily.
In the following days, Zhou Jue declined all interviews and celebration banquets, locking himself in his room.
[Host, that internet addict is online again.]
"Um."
The screen unfolds, and the familiar StarNet interface reappears.
This time, the "lucky one" didn't look at the gossip or the news.
He clicked on a section with an access lock—[Imperial Military Technology Frontier].
Instead of gossip, the pop-up ads on the screen now feature headlines that send chills down your spine.
Feasibility Report on the Application of "Ghost" Series Stealth Coatings to the CR-7 Starfighter
The Academia Sinica releases a new energy shield force field model, increasing peak defense efficiency by 37%.
Latest discovery: Planet G-581 contains ultra-high purity "ore," potentially altering the empire's energy landscape.
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