As soon as Lin Yun stepped into her shop, she heard a burst of firecrackers from across the street.
She frowned and looked over, only to see a group of shop assistants busy removing the red silk from the "Ruyi Pavilion" plaque. The area in front of the door was bustling with people.
“Miss, that is…” Xiao Tao clenched the handkerchief in her hand, her voice tight.
Lin Yun squinted and saw the figure standing at the shop entrance. Chen Yu was wearing an indigo brocade robe and was smiling as he bowed to passersby.
As if sensing something, he turned to meet Lin Yun's gaze, a provocative smile curving his lips.
She'd been holding back her mischief for days; it turns out this was what she was waiting for.
"Interesting." Lin Yun sneered, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the embroidery on her cuff.
Xiao Tao ran to the other side and took a look. She came back and stomped her feet angrily: "Miss! They even copied our patterns!"
The clothing industry has always been rife with plagiarism, even in modern times when patents exist, let alone in ancient times.
Lin Yun gently patted her shoulder: "What's the rush? In business, everyone has their own abilities. If he really has the ability, it's not too late for us to deal with him then."
Lin Yun wasn't in a hurry. In just two months, she had already earned over ten thousand taels of silver. Adding the profit sharing from her jewelry collaboration with Xie Yu, she had nearly twelve thousand taels.
She saw many more such competitions in later generations.
Not to mention that most of her clothes, after being touched by her magical hands, are comfortable to wear and even emit a unique glow;
She can also collaborate with Xie Yu's shops such as "Jinxiufang" and "Linglongge" to do joint promotions. Once her rouge shop is up and running, she can offer package deals and launch one promotion after another. How can she not crush him?
Back home, Lin Feng and his employees were moving the new goods and various fabrics into the empty room. Business had been good lately, so they needed to stock up on inventory; the warehouse at their new home was almost full.
Looking up, I saw my younger sister had returned, and I remembered hearing that Chen Yu had opened a new shop across from our house that afternoon.
Seeing that her younger sister's expression remained unchanged, she couldn't help but ask, "Yun'er, Chen Yu is being so provocative. How should we deal with this?"
Lin Yun smiled slightly, a sharp glint in her eyes: "He runs his shop, I do my business. Our clothes are stylish and reasonably priced, and our regular customers know that."
Lin's father walked over from the courtyard, his brows furrowed: "The Chen family has deep roots in the capital. We are newcomers, and it would be unwise to confront them head-on."
Lin's mother was also worried: "Yun'er, why don't we avoid their sharp edge and open a shop somewhere else?"
Lin Yun shook her head, her tone firm: "Father, Mother, if we keep backing down, people will only think we're easy to bully. Besides, we've just settled into our new house; how can we move because of him?"
Lin Feng's eyes lit up with fighting spirit: "Sister is right! We Lin family members are upright and honest, what are we afraid of? At worst, I'll go to the shop every day to guard it and see who dares to cause trouble!"
Lin Yun felt a warmth in her heart and said softly, "Brother, I understand your intentions, but we must use our wisdom to win, not brute force. When something happens, we must ensure our own safety first."
She was afraid her older brother would fight with the other party, and no matter what, she couldn't let her family members be in danger.
To be honest, she's not afraid of this kind of business battle at all. As long as no dirty tricks are used, who's afraid of whom?
In the stillness of the night, Lin Yun sat alone under the lamp, sketching out new clothing designs.
Since Chen Yu wants to challenge her, she'll show him what real skill is.
It rained lightly last night.
The fine rain washed the eaves of the new house until they shone, and many of the wisteria flowers in the courtyard were knocked down, spreading across the bluestone slabs like a pale purple brocade.
Early in the morning, Xiao Tao hurriedly ran in from outside the courtyard, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her skirt slightly stained with mud.
She rushed into the study and saw Lin Yun writing furiously at her desk. She then slowed her pace and gently placed the letter in her hand on the table.
"Miss, a letter sent by Young Master Xie."
Lin Yun looked up, took the letter, and touched the wax seal on the envelope with her fingertips. It was the mark of Linglong Pavilion.
She opened the letter, quickly glanced through it, and frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Tao couldn't help but ask when she noticed her strange expression.
Lin Yun folded the letter and said calmly, "Young Master Xie said that Consort Qi was very satisfied with the design of the peony hairpin, but it seems that Consort Xi heard about it and sent someone to Linglong Pavilion to inquire."
Xiao Tao blinked: "How did Consort Xi know?"
Lin Yun chuckled lightly, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes: "The people in the palace are very well-informed."
Moreover, the three empresses have been engaged in open and covert struggles for years; who wouldn't want to find incriminating evidence against the other?
Lin Yun currently has no desire to get involved with the nobles in the palace. With this in mind, she sent the four remaining drawings from a few days ago to Xie Yu.
Let Xie Yu mediate.
She got up and walked to the window, gazing at the courtyard shrouded in rain, and whispered, "It seems we need to hurry."
After the rain stopped, Lin Yun changed into a simple and elegant dress and went out with Xiao Tao.
The carriage traveled through the wet streets and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous rouge shop.
The shop was small, and the paint on the signboard was peeling, but the stone steps in front of the door were spotless.
As Lin Yun stepped into the shop, a faint scent of herbs wafted towards her.
Behind the counter stood a woman who looked to be about fifty years old. Her hair was neatly combed. When she saw a customer come in, she quickly put down what she was doing and greeted him with a smile.
"What does the young lady need? We've just received a new batch of jasmine powder, it's excellent for beauty."
Lin Yun smiled slightly: "I heard that the rouge here is made with natural ingredients, so I came to ask for your advice."
The proprietress glanced at her and noticed that although her clothes were not fancy, she had an extraordinary air about her. She said warmly, "Young lady, you have a good eye! The rouge in my shop is made with fresh flowers and herbs, and I would never add any lead powder that would damage your skin."
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