Chapter 81 Chapter 81 The Third Spring Dream and Handicrafts...
Jiang Chongyan felt like he was in a fog.
The scenery ahead was changing, and as he moved backward, he placed his hands on the front of the car. The strong wind blew in his face, ruffling his fine eyelashes and causing his clothes to flutter freely in the wind.
He is riding a bike.
What kind of bike? Where is it? Why is he riding it? What road is it on? Why is he the only one on the road?
I know nothing about it.
Suddenly, two small hands stretched out from behind him and slowly, slowly wrapped around him.
First, she gently hugged his waist, then slowly moved to his lower abdomen and held it tightly.
A warm, soft body pressed against his back. He could smell her delicate fragrance, like the fragrant buds on a branch, the scent of a mountain valley after rain, gradually enveloping him.
"Jiang Chongyan."
She spoke, calling his name.
It's her.
No one else would appear in his dreams. It would always be her, and only her.
"It's so cold." The voice sounded aggrieved.
"Hmm," he murmured softly, lowering his head to see her hands clasping his belly. They intertwined, her fingers long and round, their nails adorned with tiny black squares and a sheen of glistening black polish.
He clasped her wrist with his right hand. It was cold, her skin icy.
His body temperature was warm, his hands were also warm, and his red nail polish was the same style as hers, but a different color. He held her wrists for a moment, then wrapped her hands under the hem of his coat.
The people behind him fell silent.
After her fingers warmed up, she placed them obediently inside his clothes, not moving.
The light ahead turned red. He slammed the car to a stop, and the person behind him was hurled forward by inertia. Jiang Chongyan instantly felt a soft mass of flesh against his. Their bodies pressed tightly together, the soft flesh flattened into a round shape. Her hands frantically grasped the hem of his shirt, and she whimpered behind him.
"pain……"
"Ride slower."
The car started moving again. But she remained well-behaved, keeping a distance between them. The soft touch on her back disappeared, and the cold wind blew against her face, swaying in the wind.
The surrounding scenery moved rapidly backwards, there was no car in front, the road was long and wide, and the end was nowhere to be seen; this car did not need to be ridden, and no one knew where the power came from, it just moved forward, carrying the two of them on the road.
Jiang Chongyan suddenly stopped again.
"Ouch!" He heard the dull thud of the girl behind him as she bumped into him, their bodies pressed against each other through the soft fabric. "Another red light?"
"Yeah." The girl behind him was completely blocked by his broad back, unable to see the view ahead. He replied calmly, took her hand, and pulled her forward, hugging him tightly and completely until there was no longer any space between them. They were so tightly pressed together that he could almost hear the deep, subtle beating of her heart.
"Hold on tight." His careless voice drifted on the wind. "It's dangerous."
"Oh," she replied muffledly. After a while, her two claws began to become restless, burrowing into his innermost layer of clothing. Her hands were cold, her body was scorching, and the contact of their skin made him hiss violently.
"Jiang Chongyan." Her cunning voice was like a honey hook. Her hands did not stop, kneading him until he frowned and gasped softly. "You feel very comfortable, right?"
The knuckles of his hand gripping the front of the car turned white, and the man's forehead twitched violently, but he endured it without answering.
She pinched it lightly, and finally couldn't hold back her breath and burst out. He grabbed her wrist through her clothes and led her all the way down.
He pressed her hand with unyielding force, from her chest to her waist and abdomen. Flesh against flesh, firm muscles, his chest rising and falling, carrying the fiery warmth of a grown man, all the way down to his waistband.
"Um."
He finally admitted, "It's comfortable."
He looked down and saw her two small hands had come out of his clothes and hooked them on the silver belt buckle. The girl behind him cupped the side of his face, pulling it back for a wet kiss.
"You're so honest, I'll give you a reward."
She smiled and kissed him, then dodged when he couldn't control himself and chased after her.
In the final scene, he saw only their fingers intertwined. Black and red intertwined, hearts beating, breaths lingering. The wind blew in their faces, the world spun around them, hearts tightly embraced in the storm.
…
"Woof woof!"
“Woof woof woof!”
When Jiang Chongyan was awakened by the noise, he frowned tightly, with impatience in his eyes. He pinched his eyebrows, opened half an eye, and vaguely saw Kele's big face that was always smiling foolishly.
"Woof woof!"
"Woof woof!"
“…”
He closed his eyes again. His physical awareness finally returned. He was no longer in the car, but in his own bed at home. He was alone, no one else.
Irritability and loss enveloped his sharp figure as he just woke up.
The sound of the dog panting and sticking out its tongue was still in his ears. He let out a heavy breath, opened his eyes, and looked so ugly that he wanted to hit someone. He rolled over quickly.
The quilt slipped off his smooth, naked body. With his hair in a mess, he walked out of the room without saying a word, poured water and food for the two dogs, then walked back, slammed the door shut and locked it.
So short.
He suddenly thought of it.
He felt a familiar, sticky sensation beneath him. He opened the closet and took out some clean pants, but then he saw a black bra quietly placed at the bottom.
Hollow. Lace.
There were only a few pieces of cloth, which could be picked up with one finger. There were only a few ropes, and I didn't know how to get them through.
He suddenly felt a little curious.
So how did you get it in?
He stood there, slowly bent down, and pinched it with two slender fingers, unfolding it bit by bit.
Just studying the clothes. Jiang Chongyan thought calmly, isn't this that woman's graduation project? Let's see how she designed it.
Open your hands and hold them in front of you.
He looked at it expressionlessly for a while.
It was not until he reacted and found that his face was getting hotter and the shape of his body was becoming more and more obvious that Jiang Chongyan finally gathered the cloth, held it in the palm of his right hand, and lay back on the bed with a heavy body.
There was a strange smell in the air. The room was dark, the cool moonlight streaming in from the window. He closed his eyes and sniffed gently. A faint, fishy, rancid odor, undetectable without careful observation. And then there were the subtle, delicate fragrances of flowers—he closed his eyes and followed his instinct to follow them, finally finding them on the black fabric clenched in his right hand.
Exactly the same.
It’s the taste of a dream.
It's her smell.
What did Xin Tong say?
Jiang Chongyan could hear his own heavy, rapid breathing. In the dark, empty and silent room, his willpower had long since vanished, replaced by a profound sense of dissatisfaction and emptiness.
The fabric was embroidered, a little prickly, a little scratchy, a little itchy. When it scratched somewhere, the intense stimulation made his mind go blank, and then suddenly he remembered.
Xin Tong said,
"Please help me take out the trash when you go down."
Xin Tong stood in her studio, holding the underwear in her hand and comparing it to herself, saying that she had just washed it last night and tried it on herself.
He looked distressed and depressed. Another draft of his work had failed. Dejectedly, he threw the unwanted draft to him and asked him to dispose of it as garbage.
Now, what is he doing with the sexy underwear that she had worn and thought had been thrown away as trash?
When this thought suddenly occurred to Jiang Chongyan, his head buried in the quilt, his forehead throbbed violently. His eyes went blank. He took a deep breath, opened his misty eyes again, and saw a bright moon outside the window.
*
At the end of December, Kelly's design department completed the final revision of the samples, and all 15 styles were delivered to the factory.
Xin Tong was kept busy in January and February, scurrying to the factory every few days. When the pattern maker was away, she would personally supervise the process, diligently communicating all her requirements to the factory and emphasizing the importance of quality assurance in every aspect. She insisted that if they used a certain process and did it this way, they would not cut corners.
I personally monitor the entire process and immediately find someone to resolve any problems that arise.
Finally, at the end of February, all production was complete. Xin Tong and Ai Ling stood at the factory gate, each smiling at the other. They both knew the final "Wind" series garments would be of quality worthy of the price, and the designs would be top-notch. They were both confident.
Next, we will prepare for listing.
The marketing department began promoting the campaign, with official social media accounts starting to post promotional posts. However, the results were quite mediocre. Kelly was already obscure and old-fashioned, and her official account had few followers, so even after posting, few people noticed.
Ji Ning asked whether they should invite celebrities or KOLs to buy some promotions on various platforms.
Xin Tong took a look at the plan and was so scared when he saw the final price that he quickly shook his head.
Things were different now. She'd been daunted by the last time the parent company refused to pay, forcing her to scour the city for investors. She couldn't be so lavish now. Every penny the company spent had to be spent wisely. Instead of wasting time, it was better to save it for next season's production and design.
Xin Tong sat in the office, opposite Ji Ning and the marketing manager.
“What about other brand official accounts?”
Xin Tong thought about it and snorted, "For example, the brand at Fu Zirui's house."
The marketing manager answered honestly, "XHS, TM, and TB all have more than twice as many fans as us."
"..." Xin Tong still didn't believe it. She took out her phone, put it on the table, and clicked on Weibo. "Excuse me? Him? Their family? Are they worthy? Their clothes are as good-looking as ours? How many hits did they have last season?"
He became angrier and slammed the table, "No, we have to find a way!"
As a result, the next second, she took a photo of the phone and jumped from Weibo to Taobao.
“…”
Xin Tong stood up suddenly.
“None of these traditional propaganda methods work.”
"You should just give me a big exposé that will destroy the world!"
Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"Mr. Xin." Quan Li came in. "Ms. Wu has sent her driver to deliver some supplements again. They're just downstairs."
Miss Wu?
Xin Tong remembered.
Oh, Wu Sifeng. Sending Guanyin.
This girl almost hurt me last time, and she felt guilty. She asked her driver to deliver supplements to the company every few days, but she refused to admit it.
Xin Tong pressed the return button on her phone, watched the phone jump back to Weibo, and her eyes fell on the series of trending searches on it.
"Big exposure."
Suddenly, at that moment, Xin Tong had an epiphany and everything in his mind was enlightened.
*
"Why did you ask me to come here?"
Wu Sifeng was wearing a camel-colored coat, with his arms crossed, and he reluctantly lowered his head to play with the huge diamond on his nails.
"Thank you for the supplement."
Upon hearing this, Wu Sifeng twisted restlessly on the sofa and whispered, "Who sent you supplements? Don't be so self-indulgent."
After a few seconds, he casually asked, "Have you eaten? ...How's your health lately?"
Xin Tong supported her chin and looked at her playfully.
"What do you think our relationship is now?"
"?" Wu Sifeng glanced at her and snorted, "Don't think that just because I did something wrong before, you can use it against me. You're still so annoying!"
"But," she muttered, "as long as you stay away from Aiden, I'll reluctantly chat with you."
"Yeah." Xin Tong nodded lazily, "Then what do you think is your relationship with Zheng Xiao?"
"Zheng Xiao?" Wu Sifeng frowned. "Why are you bringing him up all of a sudden? He's even more annoying than you! And then there's that group of netizens who just want to watch the fun and stir up trouble. Every time I post a picture of my bag, someone's always praising my partner and tagging him. It's so annoying!"
"So he's your enemy?"
"Well... not really. Those netizens also helped increase the number of followers for my account." Wu Sifeng admitted with a grunt.
Xin Tong got the answer and stood up.
He took out a cardboard box from under the desk and placed all fifteen new products from the "Wind" series in front of Wu Sifeng.
"Fifteen pieces, five sets in total."
"Pick the one that you think looks best."
Wu Sifeng was awkward and arrogant. "Is this made by your company? ...It's barely acceptable. This one is okay."
She picked out the key look, the main one.
Xin Tong smiled, "We're so in sync. I also think this one suits you best. It's light pink and airy, and it looks great on you."
Xin Tong rang the bell and asked Quan Li to arrange for someone to deliver all fifteen items to Wu Sifeng's home.
Then he said to Wu Sifeng, who was unaware of the situation:
"I want you to wear the outfit you just picked out at the fashion charity dinner in three days, go to the parking lot, and have a fight with Zheng Xiao."
"...What?" Wu Sifeng was confused.
"You decide your outfit, styling, and everything else for that day."
Xin Tong said word by word.
"That's a big favor you've done me."
"Although I know you probably don't like these clothes that cost an average of four or five hundred yuan, from now on all Kelly's new season clothes will be delivered to your home first."
Although Wu Sifeng didn't understand the reason, she felt guilty towards Xin Tong. Besides, this was not a big deal for her at all.
So, she did.
The evening was a star-studded affair, with the red carpet showcasing the most dazzling stars. Within an hour, over a dozen trending searches appeared, all related to the event. The topic ranged from female celebrities wearing couture pieces to male celebrities looking their best.
Wu Sifeng had been pampered since childhood and possessed a refined aesthetic. That night, she styled her hair into a simple yet elegant, gentle, and noble princess bun, with small pearl ornaments on either side. She didn't wear any overpowering jewelry to diminish the brilliance of her outfit, leaving her neck and ears bare.
She has a tall and slender figure with beautiful legs. The suit she chose was a skirt style, which was simple but light and agile. The chiffon moved slightly when she walked, and the suit jacket was tailored in an elegant and neat manner, perfectly showing the brand style and series characteristics.
In the dim parking lot, the young lady stopped the luxury car and came to settle the score with the top star in a threatening manner.
Zheng Xiao, who usually doesn't like to get entangled and has a cold temperament, got out of the car for a rare occasion. He was wearing a high-end suit that was perfectly tailored to his body. He turned the expensive watch on his wrist and stood in front of her.
The two people are one tall and one short, pink and black, smart and calm.
In dim light, in front of a black luxury car.
The paparazzi followed them and caused a great excitement.
The photo was quickly marked with an exclusive LOGO watermark and immediately posted online. It quickly became very popular, surpassing all the previous celebrity dinner topics and directly becoming the number one hot search.
"Are all arguments between rich people so atmospheric?"
"I thought it was a clash of big men, but it ended up being a parking lot where they were blocking each other and cursing at each other. It seems like it's just two elementary school kids pecking at each other. It's inexplicably cute."
"Family property is trending again! Everyone is welcome to click on Xiao Feng's super topic to come and have a meal!"
"Wow, this is such a great atmosphere! The atmosphere in this parking lot is amazing!"
"P2 is such a fantastic picture, a wealthy couple who appear to be in love but are actually not together, first married and then in love, who understands."
"Oh my god, Wu Sifeng has a great figure, tall and graceful. She must be over 1.7 meters tall, right? She walks gracefully and elegantly, so beautiful."
"The clothes on Wu Sifeng are a bit like linking."
"I think so too! This dress looks great on her!"
"Link please."
"Link please."
"It's been so long, why hasn't anyone figured out what the same model is?"
"@Wu Sifeng, baby asked for the link."
"Oh, the rich second generation daughters can afford it, but we can't! What's the point of linking?"
…
It wasn’t until netizens saw someone else starting to steal the same clothes that they realized how cheap they were. The whole set cost only 400 yuan!
Kelly's marketing department, Xin Tong and all the employees in the department closely monitor all public opinions.
Kelly's official Weibo account immediately used live marketing tactics to repost the trending Weibo post, saying, "It went viral unexpectedly! With all this traffic, the Kelly Spring/Summer 'Style' collection is now available on Taobao, Tmall, and all major Kelly stores. Please keep an eye out!"
This Weibo post also took advantage of the trending topic of "Post-00s clean up the workplace". The official account responded to netizens in a humorous way and also ridiculed its own competitors. It quickly became more and more popular, and the comments spread like wildfire.
The hot search also ignited career forums.
Some in the industry began to suspect it was a commercial hype. But everyone knew Kelly was the company of Xin Tong, Wucheng's number one loser. Wu Sifeng and Xin Tong had always been at odds, and the two would always fight when they met. How could Wu Sifeng take the initiative to promote Kelly?
"Awesome. You can tell it's marketing. How could Wu Sifeng wear a 500 yuan outfit? But the effect is too good, and others can't imitate it. After all, the topic between Wu Sifeng and Zheng Xiao is not something you can just touch upon."
"This useless Xin Tong actually has something special. She didn't hire any celebrities for endorsements, didn't run any ads, and didn't hire any influencers. Her thinking is that it all comes down to attracting netizens' attention anyway, so she might as well just go for the most attention-grabbing. She doesn't limit her thinking to fashion advertising at all, but goes straight to the essence."
"The key is to advertise the clothes. You don't need a celebrity to read the slogan. Just find a model to wear them and let everyone see the effect. Wu Sifeng's performance tonight perfectly meets this goal."
"The soft advertising was so thorough that it was completely invisible. Even the brand name was picked up by netizens on their own initiative. Kelly just had to go along with it and acknowledge it."
"I just checked and saw that Kelly's official Weibo account gained 300,000 followers overnight."
"This marketing campaign is truly fluid and ingenious. They have a strong sense of the internet and can generate buzz by adding some buzzworthy topics."
"Damn it! I admit defeat. Trash can't be called trash anymore. Trash actually has something special."
"Me too. I really underestimated Xin Tong. Regardless of how her clothes actually are, just based on the marketing of her new releases, she's a natural born business person."
…
Overnight, Kelly's online store sales skyrocketed.
The number of orders soared, and the merchandise department worked overtime all night. Xin Tong treated the entire company to a midnight snack and gave out bonuses. Everyone was full of fighting spirit, and orders were sent out in a continuous stream. The e-commerce team shipped goods frantically, and the lights in the office building were on all night.
Among the fifteen pieces of clothing in the "Wind" series, five were hits.
*
Jiang Chongyan sometimes felt that Xin Tong seemed to have the ability to see through things.
Everything you do seems intentional.
Today is February 28th. At midnight, March 1st will be Jiang Chongyan's 24th birthday.
The room was dim, the air filled with the fresh, fresh air of a shower. The lights were off, and moonlight streamed through the window.
He was lying on the bed, with toilet paper on the bedside table, breathing heavily and his hands busy.
The scene from two months ago unconsciously emerged in her mind. In the cold wind of Wucheng, he rode his bicycle to carry her. She sat behind him, hugging his waist.
And her small, delicate, soft black nails.
Jiang Chongyan frowned slightly, gnashing his teeth as the man tilted his neck back.
The phone just rang.
"Jiang Chongyan Jiang Chongyan Jiang Chongyan!"
Xin Tong's extremely excited voice came out from the megaphone.
"It's a blast! Five hundred units sold in one night! A great start! Selling thousands or tens of thousands of units is just around the corner! A huge hit!"
"The number of followers on my online store and Weibo account has increased many times over!"
"Ji Ning also asked me if I would consider live streaming to sell goods in the future. I think it's a good idea, but I need to study it carefully. What do you think? But I don't know much about it..."
...and chattered a lot.
I didn't hear a word from the other side for a long time.
Xin Tong finally stopped.
"Jiang Chongyan?"
"Yeah." The other party answered quickly.
"Aren't you happy? You can make a lot of money as an investor!"
All she could hear was the faint sound of breathing from the other side. Xin Tong suddenly felt a little aggrieved, thinking that he was still so cold at this time and didn't share her happiness at all.
With a frown on his face and in a bad mood, he called his name in a hoarse voice.
"Jiang Chongyan."
"Happy birthday."
Suddenly, a heavy groan came from the opposite side.
After a few seconds of silence, the man couldn't suppress his deep breath.
Xin Tong finally realized something was wrong, "What are you doing?"
"Look at the stars." The other party said, "I heard there will be a meteor shower today."
"Really?" The young lady's attention was immediately drawn away. She ran excitedly to the floor-to-ceiling window in the company president's office and pulled open the curtains.
The girl chattered, "Where did you see the news? I follow an observatory's official account, and it didn't mention any meteor showers in Wucheng recently. What's your source?"
"The last time I went to Qiyu Village, everyone said the chances were very high, but in the end I didn't see him. So disappointing."
Jiaojiao's hoarse voice kept ringing in the receiver.
Jiang Chongyan put his phone to his ear, listening to her words. Lying on the bed, his hand on his forehead, he looked at the ceiling with a faint smile that showed he was in a good mood.
"I was kidding." He said hoarsely.
“…”
"I hate you the most!" Xin Tong yelled into the phone, then hung up the call forcefully.
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