"Otherwise what?" Qin Jingru looked at her daughter with suspicion. "Look, I've taken care of the land for you, and I'll handle the production for you. Starting a business only involves two things: production and sales. I've taken care of the logistics. You want me to handle the sales too?"
"Then what will you do?"
Silence sometimes represents more than just silence; it can also be a deafening cry...
what I do?
This is not an ordinary question, but a philosophical one.
It's like a red bean, but not just a red bean; it's the red bean from Wang Wei's poem.
By the time Wang Xirou came to her senses, Qin Jingru had already run away.
The third day.
Wang Shouren looked at Lou Xiao'e returning with large and small bags, feeling somewhat bewildered.
"Why are you back? Weren't you just causing trouble for Si Ren?"
“Si Ren went to the US. Wang An likes him and has helped him a lot. The things I arranged for him are no longer effective. Besides, isn’t there something more interesting going on in our family?” Lou Xiao’e said with a slight upturn of her lips.
Just then, Wang Xirou came out.
Upon seeing Lou Xiao'e, she exclaimed with delight, "Sister Xiao'e!! You're finally back!!"
There is a very strange phenomenon in the Wang family.
Qin Huairu is the aunt, Qin Jingru is the mother, and Lou Xiao'e is Sister E.
There's also a stepmother, who doesn't appear often.
"Good heavens, they're looking for outside help." Wang Shouren immediately understood, but he didn't care.
There's no explicit prohibition against hiring outside help, so it's not a big problem.
"Don't be so enthusiastic, forty percent." Lou Xiao'e held up four fingers.
"Forty it is!"
As the daughter of the Wang family, she has a grand vision; even if she doesn't make money, she's determined to get the factory up and running.
“That’s fine, let’s talk about how to sell it. First, register a company in Hong Kong. You can think of a name, and then your brand can be said to be from Hong Kong.” Lou Xiao’e didn’t waste any words and said it directly.
"Why? I want to create our own brand," Wang Xirou asked, puzzled.
"No, no, no." Lou Xiao'e held up her index finger and shook it; "Your own brand is never as popular as a Hong Kong brand. As long as it's clothing, it will sell much better if you put a foreign brand on it. With some advertising, it's not hard to increase sales."
“But I still want to run my own brand.” Like Wang Shouren, Wang Xirou doesn’t really like some things about foreign countries.
"Don't rush," Lou Xiao'e chuckled. "Let me ask you, are you planning to design clothes that incorporate elements of our country?"
"yes……"
"Would you like to sell clothes with elements of our country abroad?"
"Yes!" Wang Xirou nodded frantically.
Just kidding, in this era, it's widely believed abroad that China is an artistic wasteland, which is something she can't tolerate.
However, on the other hand, some clothes in China are indeed not good enough. This is partly due to technical reasons and partly because there are really no designers.
"Do you think you can do it with your skill level?"
“This…” At this point, Wang Xirou lowered her head: “No.”
No matter how talented Wang Xirou is, she's still just a young woman in her early twenties. The focus of Chinese clothing isn't on the garments themselves, but on the culture they embody. This is unlike foreign clothing, where styles and designs are often arbitrarily chosen. Chinese clothing values its inner meaning. For example, the details and colors on official robes all have historical origins and significance.
This is not something that Wang Xirou can summarize.
"So, you need help. Where do you think is the most suitable place to find help right now?"
"A textile factory?" Wang Xirou tilted her head, thinking. To be honest, there aren't many design-related institutions in China. In fact, the only majors in this field are textile colleges. These colleges have to bring in their own resources and don't receive much attention. Therefore, their level isn't particularly high.
“No, no, no, that’s too small-minded. You need to go to the Ministry of Textile Industry. Then tell them you plan to create a brand and bring Chinese design to the world,” Lou Xiao’e said, shaking her finger.
"Pfft..." Wang Shouren, who was drinking water, spat it out.
“Dad…” Wang Xirou glanced at Wang Shouren with dissatisfaction, then looked at Lou Xiao’e: “Sister Xiao’e, isn’t this just trying to get something for nothing? Does anyone believe that?”
“Tsk, an ordinary person would probably be considered crazy. But not you.” Lou Xiao’e raised an eyebrow and said with a bright smile, “Your mother has already secured the land for you. Next, it’s just a matter of recruiting people. You know, if you get the Ministry of Textile Industry on board, your brand will be protected domestically. Besides, you don’t have to worry about fabrics or raw materials at all.”
"And all you need to do is give them a small share of the company. It's a very good deal."
"But will they agree to that?"
"Why can't we agree?" Lou Xiao'e raised her eyebrows: "This can earn foreign exchange."
"I...I won't be able to get out so soon." Wang Xirou lacked confidence.
"Silly girl, that's just wishful thinking. It'll take two or three years to build the factory, finalize the business model, and start selling domestically. By then, when it's mature and you're confident, you can send it out. Besides, advertising is so efficient these days. As long as you establish a foothold in China and have the money, no one will bother you."
To be honest, when it comes to judging people accurately, Lou Xiao'e is the best.
Working directly with those above is the best option.
In fact, a portion of the shares in Wang Shouren's factory belonged to the higher-ups.
After all, he can't handle the raw materials for automobiles, and while he could build a steel mill, it's unnecessary. Currently, he still has to comply with domestic resource allocation arrangements. But with fabrics, there's less fuss. If China could produce a luxury brand that goes global, that would be a good thing.
Lou Xiao'e was certain that if Wang Xirou were willing to take this pie to the Ministry of Textile Industry, the people there would be willing to take it.
Haven't you seen how the Ministry of Industry is making a fortune off Wang Shouren's factories in China?
Even if Wang Shouren's daughter wasn't the best, she wouldn't be too bad.
Wang Xirou felt as if her world had been opened up in an instant.
Years later, when analyzing fashion queen Wang Xirou, someone remarked, "Look at her vision. She immediately approached the textile industry. Unlike other entrepreneurs who start by sewing and selling their own products on the street, the difference is stark."
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