"Why?" Ye Xiaoxin didn't quite understand and looked down.
Even Su Xinyi was confused.
Aren't these clothes they sell themselves?
Why did you tell Ye Xiaoxin not to wear it? Is there something wrong with it?
Ye Beiping glanced helplessly at the splash of red, frowning slightly as he said, "The price of these clothes hasn't gone up, which means the material isn't very good. The summer clothes are okay, but the autumn and winter clothes won't be good. Besides, it's not like we can't afford them; we don't necessarily have to wear clothes we sell ourselves."
When we were designing it, we didn't think about going for a high-end design.
With such aggressive price-cutting, Ye Beiping didn't even need to think that Qiaosi Garment Factory must have used cheap materials.
Su Xinyi suddenly asked, "Then... if the material isn't good, wouldn't the people they bought it from...?"
She didn't say what came next, but the meaning was already quite clear.
Even Ye Xiaoxin frowned and glanced at her clothes.
Perhaps because she hadn't worn any nice clothes before and didn't really feel anything, she felt something was off when her younger brother suddenly said that.
Ye Beiping slowly shook his head: "If we use better materials, the cost will increase, and the price will definitely increase. With the current level of consumption, we definitely won't make money if we only sell high-end products."
Some wealthy people still prefer to have their clothes custom-made at tailor shops.
State-run department stores are not the first choice for truly wealthy and powerful people. After all, good materials mean high prices, and not many people can afford them.
For example, Dacron can be said to have been phased out of the market in a few years, because new products will soon replace it in Hong Kong.
Su Xinyi and Ye Xiaoxin exchanged a glance and understood.
But there's always a sense of shrewdness in this person, yet when faced with a relative who is this shrewd businessman, they seem to have nothing to say.
Ye Xiaoxin quickly ran back to her room and changed into the clothes she had bought at a state-owned shopping mall in Hangzhou.
Even her boss, Ye Beiping, advised her to wear as little as possible, so of course she wouldn't refuse.
After changing her clothes, she returned to the living room and frowned, saying, "It seems that changing clothes does make me a little warmer."
"Hmm." Ye Beiping nodded, took a sip of porridge, and explained, "Although the clothes sold in state-run department stores aren't made of high-end materials, they're definitely warm."
"If the fabric of the clothes we sell isn't good, then of course they won't be warm. Besides, our initial intention was just to use promotional methods, not because of the material of the clothes themselves."
Realizing that a touch of red had become popular in Hangzhou, the two women understood what Ye Beiping meant.
It's like selling low-end leather shoes. If they hadn't done this business before, Su Xinyi and Ye Xiaoxin probably wouldn't know that a pair of cheap leather shoes only costs less than ten yuan to produce, while they sell for at least thirty yuan in state-owned department stores.
They didn't know what went wrong, nor did they understand why the production cost was so low but the selling price was so high.
Ultimately, it can only be said that state-owned department stores are unscrupulous merchants.
Ye Beiping remained silent on this matter, because he knew that what truly sells luxury goods is not the product itself, but the brand.
Just like some people buying cars in the past, when high-end cars suddenly appeared for around 300,000 yuan, those in the know would say that they bought a car badge for 200,000 yuan and the car itself for 100,000 yuan.
The principles are similar.
After breakfast, Ye Beiping took Su Xinyi out.
They told Tao Qiuyan they were going to town, but in reality they were taking Su Xinyi out for a snowball fight.
Because she was pregnant and her belly was quite big, Ye Beiping stayed by Su Xinyi's side at all times.
Hou Baolin and Wu Di would not specifically target Su Xinyi.
Even if she got hit, she could only helplessly throw the snowball in her hand at someone else when she found out it was Su Xinyi.
Su Xinyi was overjoyed, having not had such a pleasant time in a long time.
When they jumped and hopped, they almost scared Ye Beiping and the others out of their wits.
Ye Beiping's heart couldn't keep up with Su Xinyi's playful antics, so he had no choice but to take her back. They had been playing for an hour or so, and he didn't know what might happen if they didn't go back soon.
It's enough to have some fun; you don't necessarily have to have a blast.
Su Xinyi showed a slightly aggrieved expression, staring straight at Ye Beiping, making the latter completely at a loss for words.
"Um... let's go back, we've been playing for half an hour already." Ye Beiping could only rub his nose.
I know that Su Xinyi has been feeling quite depressed lately, like a bird in a cage.
Upon hearing this, Su Xinyi could only purse her lips and say, "Okay."
She wasn't a child anymore, so she naturally understood Ye Beiping and the others' worries and sympathized with their anxious feelings.
Just as the two were about to leave, a 'ding-a-ling' sound suddenly came from afar.
The children around them might not have heard this sound much, but Ye Beiping and his friends heard it every day.
The sound of a bicycle bell.
Ring ring!
Ring ring!
The group looked up into the distance, wondering where a bicycle could come from in such a poor place as Pingba Village.
If they were in Hangzhou right now, they wouldn't be too surprised to see a car and a few people.
In Pingba Village, however, bicycles are a rare commodity.
It costs over a hundred yuan, and you need a ticket to buy it.
Even Hou Baolin's father, Hou Yongping, didn't have that much money to buy it.
An average villager probably couldn't afford a bicycle even with all the work points they earned in a year.
All the bicycles were full of people, with one person riding in front and another sitting behind. There was even a person sitting on the crossbar between two bicycles.
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