Limited edition clothing always sells out the fastest.
Moreover, there are many regular customers who always request limited edition items when they come, even though the limited edition clothes are several times more expensive than the regular ones, many people still want to buy them.
It can be said that supply cannot meet demand.
Jiang Yue and Smith have also reached an agreement on cooperation.
The clothes they design are not only supplied to these provinces, but also to Smith and his team, who will ship them back to their own countries for sale.
But what they were selling was knives and music.
As for the clothes from a few months ago, Smith even called to say that they were very nice.
I was also thinking of asking Jiang Yue to provide more Chinese-style clothes.
Jiang Yue had previously called the designers and asked them to design some clothes with Chinese elements. Several batches of clothes have been completed and sold overseas.
However, while these Chinese-style clothes sell well abroad, domestic aesthetics still lean towards Hong Kong style, and clothes with traditional Chinese elements cannot be sold for the time being.
After all, the current situation is not so good.
When it was time to leave work, Jiang Yue had finished drawing several blueprints, and she took them home.
When they arrived home, Grandpa Lu, Grandma Lu, and Aunt Lu were all there.
"Bao'er is back."
Jiang Yue greeted the elders.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt."
Grandma Lu held the three babies and said with a smile.
Are you tired from work today?
"Not tired."
"Mother."
Sanbao reached out her hand to Jiang Yue, and when Jiang Yue picked her up, she kissed Jiang Yue on the cheek.
"Pop".
Jiang Yue felt her heart melting.
The baby is so cute.
Jiang Yue returned the kiss to Sanbao on the cheek.
Sanbao giggled.
Looking at the three children sitting on the mat, Jiang Yue felt that time had flown by too quickly. Two or three years had passed in the blink of an eye.
God has given her such a great opportunity, and she will definitely cherish it.
Fuzhou.
Upon hearing the news from the capital, Fang Yuan smiled.
She didn't make a move, but plenty of others did. Fang Ai ultimately reaped what she sowed.
Fang Ai had tried to harm her before, and she discovered the truth, but the Fang family denied it and made someone else take the blame. Fang Ai even said, "How could my family possibly harm me? What would be the benefit of harming me?"
Fang Ai was well aware that she had never given up on Xiao Bei.
But Fang Ai shouldn't have tried to ruin her reputation and kill her child.
Fang Ai made her move time and time again; she wouldn't just stand there and take the beating forever.
Xiao Bei knew all of this. He said he would take action, but she didn't let him.
"Honey, how are you feeling today?"
Xiao Bei's voice rang out.
Previously, when Xiao Bei was away on missions and not at home, she was picked up and dropped off by a driver and bodyguard every day.
She's quite far along in her pregnancy now, and although she still goes to the city, it's not for anything major, so she doesn't go as often. Her managers are handling things well.
"fine."
What would you like to eat for lunch?
Xiao Bei, like Lu Yu, is now a good husband. When he's busy, he sends a messenger to the canteen to buy groceries. When he's not busy, he cooks at home and buys the groceries himself.
"Cold noodles, I want to eat cold noodles."
Fang Yuan wanted to eat the cold noodles her sister-in-law made; she didn't know why, but she really craved them lately.
"good."
Upon hearing Xiao Bei agree, Fang Yuan offered another reminder.
"It's the kind my sister-in-law makes."
"Okay, I already asked my sister-in-law, and she told me the method."
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