Yang Qiaoqiao had already thought about this before, not to mention that the factory is currently unable to spare the resources to produce goods for the store.
Even if you have the time, if you don't have enough styles, it won't look good if you display all the same styles.
She took out the design drawings she had already completed at home, called Luo Yingzi over, and shared her ideas with Zhou Yang and Luo Yingzi.
After hearing this, Luo Yingzi looked at her with shock in her eyes, "Sister Qiaoqiao, do you mean that such a big shop of ours only uses a small part to display clothes, and the rest is built as a place for customers to visit, exchange ideas and try on clothes?"
Yang Qiaoqiao nodded.
Luo Yingzi couldn't understand it. "Sister Qiaoqiao, wouldn't that be a waste of space? We can't charge customers when they come to visit and exchange ideas, and we have to hire people to serve them tea and water."
How are we going to make money to support such a big store?
Yang Qiaoqiao didn't answer Luo Yingzi's question, but looked at Zhou Yang and asked, "Zhou Yang, what do you think?"
“I think this is a great idea,” Zhou Yang said calmly. “Just like how clothing shops in ancient times catered to the ladies and young women of wealthy families.”
We can also develop the store in that direction. We don't necessarily need to sell a large quantity, but we should focus on selling high-quality products at attractive prices with substantial profits.
Yang Qiaoqiao smiled at Zhou Yang and nodded in satisfaction.
Some time ago, she recommended that Zhou Yang read books about clothing, and it seems that Zhou Yang read them seriously.
Luo Yingzi understood, "Then we'll make our store and services more upscale, and price them more upscale too, right?"
Yang Qiaoqiao nodded.
"Sister Qiaoqiao, if that's the case, then we might not be able to sell only clothes that are mass-produced in the factory."
We need to find some skilled veteran tailors to head the shop and provide bespoke tailoring services for our high-end clientele.
Zhou Yang said.
During this period, he learned a lot about clothing business models abroad.
Foreign capitalists often have their clothes custom-made by famous designers, and then the clothes are hand-sewn by skilled master craftsmen.
Yang Qiaoqiao nodded. "Yes, we need not only skilled old tailors, but also skilled embroiderers."
As the country gradually moves onto the international stage, its traditional culture will receive more attention and appreciation from people all over the world.
In my past life, many international brands liked to use Chinese elements and then accuse them of plagiarism.
In this lifetime, she can be the first to create her own brand, integrating ethnic elements and traditional culture into it and carrying it forward.
We will no longer allow those shameless foreign brands to take advantage of us.
Zhou Yang said with some worry, "Sister Qiaoqiao, where can we find those skilled tailors and embroiderers?"
Yang Qiaoqiao has been quite troubled by this problem these days and hasn't come up with a good solution yet.
Ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh.
Many things only become apparent when you actually try to do them.
"Sister Qiaoqiao, leave this to me." Luo Yingzi volunteered, "My mother and grandmother used to find tailors in the village to make clothes for our family. They would often discuss at home which tailor's skills were better."
"Sister Qiaoqiao, I think my grandma knows those skilled embroiderers. I'll ask her when I get back."
“Okay, Yingzi, I’ll leave this to you. If you can’t find out anything, we’ll figure something out.” Yang Qiaoqiao nodded.
Luo Yingzi was going back to her hometown to find those master craftsmen, so Yang Qiaoqiao had to keep an eye on the shop's layout herself.
Yang Jianguo was also busy preparing for the opening of a new store in the mall.
Fortunately, the two babies don't drink breast milk, so Yang Qiaoqiao, as their mother, doesn't have to take care of them.
With only a few days left before the mall opens, Yang Qiaoqiao is busy getting her shop ready before then, leaving early and returning late every day.
The two little ones are still sleeping for long periods of time, so much so that when Yang Qiaoqiao leaves in the morning, the two kids are still asleep, and when she goes to bed at night, they are already asleep.
When Yang Qiaoqiao returned home and looked at the two little ones' chubby, sleeping faces, she still felt a little guilty.
The little one is at a crucial stage in developing a sense of dependence, but neither she nor Huo Beixiao, the two parents, can be by the little one's side.
Yang Qiaoqiao reached out a finger and touched An'an's little hand, and An'an immediately grasped her finger as a reflex.
Yang Qiaoqiao felt her heart melt as her fingers were held by those soft little hands.
"An'an, Lele, wait a few more days for Mommy. Once Mommy's done with this busy period, I'll spend more time with you two," Yang Qiaoqiao said to the two sleeping little ones.
Huo Beixiao, who had just come out of the bathroom, immediately came over and said, "Honey, what about me? You can't be biased and only spend time with the kids and not with me!"
Yang Qiaoqiao looked at the man helplessly, "You even want to compete for your son and daughter's affection?"
Huo Beixiao shamelessly picked her up and said, "Of course we have to fight for it. My wife can only be mine, and my son and daughter can't be separated from her."
As they were talking, Huo Beixiao had already placed her on the bed and leaned over to cover her.
Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but hug the man's neck tightly, responding to his passionate kiss.
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