There was a long silence next door, with no one speaking. After about fifteen minutes, people gradually started to make noise.
Some people support the original manufacturing model, while others oppose it and suggest that the factory directly invest in the production of the other two major brands. In this way, Yunshang's original brand would be swallowed up, and in a few years, this clothing brand would no longer exist on the streets.
Clearly, the reasoning was invalid. Lin Moxiao disagreed with turning it into a wedding dress factory and insisted on a modified style. As for what style that meant, everyone had their own opinions.
Immediately afterward, another argument broke out inside. Jiang Shuya found it irritating and her head ached. She couldn't help but sigh: So this is how difficult it is to run a business.
Thinking of her sister's tech company, she quickly picked up the phone and called to inquire. After answering, she was secretly delighted to learn that Chen Lin had indeed left Yi Yun and was leading a team to build his own tech company.
Wen Qing kept her promise and invested 5 million yuan for the company's initial operation and research. What Jiang Shuya didn't expect was that Yi Yun would also join in the second investment.
The unexpected joy made Jiang Shuya realize that all resources come from one's own abilities, from letting others see that you have equal value, and that relationships between people are inherently based on mutual benefit.
She sat in the chair, closed her eyes to rest, and decided to listen to music on her phone for a while.
"Is it comfortable?"
She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up from the soft chair, turned off the music, and blushed with embarrassment.
"I heard everything at the meeting. What are your thoughts?" He picked up a cup and made himself a cup of coffee.
Jiang Shuya asked in confusion, "Don't you have an assistant? Why are you pouring your own water?"
"We just hired one; he's in the south of the city, checking out the production line."
Jiang Shuya pursed her lips and gave him her seat. Lin Moxiao took a sip of coffee, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazed into the distance, overlooked the beautiful scenery of Jinling, and pondered silently. The recent events in Nancheng had made him somewhat anxious.
“Actually, the reform model you advocate is correct, but you can’t get their support. The new employees lack experience, and if you want to make sweeping changes, there will be a lot of resistance. Since that’s the case, you might as well just go with the flow,” Jiang Shuya said.
Lin Moxiao turned around, somewhat puzzled:
"You mean, do as they say?"
"Some people are simply impossible to reason with; they won't turn back until they hit a brick wall. You can divide your approach into two main paths: one traditional, the other an improved model. Whichever is more profitable, that one will be eliminated. Along the way, you can also deal with those who stand in your way," she said.
Lin Moxiao shook his head:
"They are shareholders, not ordinary employees; they can't be fired arbitrarily."
Jiang Shuya couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this:
"So what? In running a business, whoever is in charge makes the decisions. A smart person is one who knows when to yield. If they insist on their own ideas and don't give Yunshang Clothing a way to survive, we can simply sign an agreement with them, a betting agreement, and ask them if they dare to take it on. If they don't, they can stand aside; if they do, we can follow their traditional approach. If we lose money, we can make them withdraw. Wouldn't that be perfectly reasonable?"
"Sometimes running a company is about being ruthless. You can't play by the rules with some people; patience alone isn't enough."
Lin Moxiao had finished his coffee and walked towards her with a frown, placing his hands on her shoulders:
"Of course I know all that. Right now, we're laying the groundwork for a more refined style. What should we do? Someone suggested: wedding dresses, suits, women's wear, children's wear—all these factories are in Yangzhou. If we make more, it'll overlap. Jinling South City is exclusively owned by Yunshang Garment Factory, my grandmother's sole business. We can't lump it together with others. Those people just want to bring it into the camp of the other two major brands."
So that explains why they all support traditional clothing making.
Jiang Shuya tapped her hands on the table thoughtfully, then sat down and pondered for a while before saying:
"Making Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) and hiring professional Hanfu designers is a very promising path. It will be a unique fashion trend among young people and will quickly gain public acceptance, especially in tourist attractions and ancient towns."
Her suggestion was so bold that Lin Moxiao couldn't quite process it.
"How do you know it will be accepted by the new generation of young people, and that it will appear on every street corner? Are you sure this strange clothing won't attract public criticism?"
Jiang Shuya recalled the explosive popularity of Hanfu ten years later, especially after the pandemic. Everywhere you could see young men and women wearing Hanfu, and Hanfu parent-child outfits. From ancient times, Hanfu brocade robes, Tang and Song dynasties, to Qing dynasty, there were all kinds of styles.
"my country has a 5,000-year history and culture, and Hanfu culture has spread throughout the world. The clothing of each dynasty is different, and dozens of dynasties each have their unique characteristics. In those films and television dramas, you can immediately tell which are from the Qing Dynasty and which are from the Ming Dynasty. If you want to do it professionally, you can collaborate with film and television companies."
She paused for a moment and then said:
"Don't you also like classical music? Culture is a symbol; it contains the most classic and profound meanings."
At this point, Jiang Shuya felt she had said too much, so she suggested that she go see her cousin and then leave.
"Jiang Shuya, you haven't finished speaking." Lin Moxiao was still processing what she had said when she announced that she was leaving.
"I have to go. There's a lot going on at the shop, and the new shop is still under renovation. I'm very busy."
"Okay, I'll take you."
Jiang Shuya arrived at the sales department, an office area where several investigators were also present. She stood at the door, met her cousin's gaze, nodded, gave her an encouraging look, and then turned and left without saying a word.
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