Factory Director Fei was straightforward but lacked emotional intelligence. Qin Xiaoyu's words couldn't compare to the hurt she caused Master Liang with just one sentence: "No matter what he does, I'll follow him."
In other words, in her eyes, he was already a loser.
Master Liang took the ticket out of his pocket and tore it to shreds.
Qin Xiaoyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ah Lei was perceptive and quickly took Liang's luggage, then escorted the group back to the shop.
Only Sister Su and Cheng Fuyue remained in the shop. They guessed that something had happened, but they didn't know what it was, and they were filled with anxiety.
"How about we offer a discount and do a promotion? This store is so deserted it's scary." Once Director Fei said she wasn't leaving, she made up her mind. Just then, Huo Jinghong's loudspeaker started blaring again. She went out to take a look and became even more annoyed.
"Offering discounts now won't do us any good. What we need to promote is definitely not this batch of goods; the main focus in the future will be Master Liang's new products. Let's hold on for now, and you should also go out and learn from other stores' sales practices."
Factory Director Fei and the others found this quite novel. Other shop owners were worried their employees would wander off and neglect their duties. Qin Xiaoyu, on the other hand, wanted them to go out and explore?
"I'm telling you, don't leave together. Leave one at a time. You can't leave someone behind to watch the house, or things might get stolen. Even if the goods here aren't great, we can still sell them back home for the original price later." Qin Xiaoyu's words made them all laugh, understanding her meaning perfectly.
Not only did she keep them busy, but Qin Xiaoyu also couldn't sit idle. She found a comfortable spot on the second floor of the shop and placed a long sofa there, making it a home for A Lei. Anyway, the shop was practically deserted right now; anyone who came in would just glance at it and leave, let alone bother climbing up to the second floor.
It's better to let A Lei lie down upstairs than to sit in the car.
"I've figured it out. I'm just Secretary Lei and Bodyguard Lei." Lei's self-assessment was quite accurate. Qin Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe and rewarded him with a big kiss.
No...this is a public place.
Qin Xiaoyu didn't dare linger on the second floor and hurriedly ran downstairs.
Huo Jinghong somehow acquired another batch of cheap jeans, and a group of women crowded at the entrance. Those at the back couldn't squeeze in and were practically pulling each other's hair.
"Look, it's like it's free." Qian Beibei was looking at the door when she saw Qin Xiaoyu coming over. She pouted and said sourly.
"He doesn't earn much either; ten of his items aren't worth as much as one of yours." Qin Xiaoyu's words made Qian Beibei proud, and she swayed her slender waist as she entered the house.
"Come in and sit for a while." Qian Beibei turned around and saw that Qin Xiaoyu hadn't followed, so she quickly waved.
Qian Beibei's shop mainly features a youthful and trendy style, which nowadays looks a bit like the "Shamate" style (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion). Most of the customers who come in also have this "Shamate" style. Qin Xiaoyu picked up a pair of pencil pants and held them up against herself.
“Your legs are so straight, this looks good on you. Take it if you like it.” Qian Beibei snatched it and stuffed it into the bag.
"How much?" Qin Xiaoyu had no choice but to ask the price; this was practically forced sales. Based on her understanding of Qian Beibei, it would be strange if she didn't get the changes for free.
"We don't need money with this kind of relationship, take it!" Qian Beibei suddenly became chivalrous, stuffing the bag into Qin Xiaoyu's arms before going to light a cigarette.
"You're the one who bought this stuff, not the one you produced yourself. It's all at cost. I'll pay for it, or I don't want it!" Qin Xiaoyu said reproachfully.
"You rascal, I bought it for 50, so just give me the cost price," Qian Beibei said helplessly.
Qin Xiaoyu took out fifty yuan, but she knew perfectly well that Qian Beibei was so dark that she could hardly be seen at night. She was exaggerating the cost price of those pants to ten yuan, but dealing with these people meant accepting a little loss; otherwise, she wouldn't get the truth out of them.
“Xiaoyu, don’t you have a factory? Look at what Lao Huo sells. You can take one of each, process it, and send it back. How could your shop not have a customer every day?” Qian Beibei is just dishonest. She just made forty yuan from Qin Xiaoyu and is leading her into a trap.
Huo Jinghong's pants are all factory clearance items; they're either defective or the styles are no longer popular. It's more practical to analyze Gao Daxiong's pants than to analyze his style.
Qin Xiaoyu just listened with a smile, not taking it seriously. What she was really concerned about was how well Qian Beibei's products were selling. She was optimistic about the market for this kind of fashion targeting the sixteen to twenty-two-year-old age group.
Just then, the wind chimes on the door jingled, and four flamboyant, immature teenagers entered. Their hair was dyed in various colors, permed into small curls, and fixed with hairspray.
When a customer arrived, Qian Beibei immediately felt that Qin Xiaoyu was in the way. However, Qin Xiaoyu pretended not to notice her displeasure and sat leisurely in the chair, watching Qian Beibei make her sales pitch.
The four people bought a total of six items, including a pair of pants that were exactly the same as the ones Qin Xiaoyu had just bought for fifty yuan, but they only paid twenty yuan for them.
Qian Beibei acted suspiciously when she received the money.
"I made a profit. I just sold a pair of knock-off pants. They were cheap to buy, but the quality was terrible. Look at yours, there's not even a loose thread..." Qian Beibei used her bright red nail polish to pinch off the unsuspecting loose thread.
Qin Xiaoyu smiled innocently and naively. She'd already spent the money; if she didn't go all the way, wouldn't that be a waste? Pretending not to understand what Qian Beibei was saying, she smiled and left.
Gao Daxiong's shop is the best decorated on this street, with a gray and white facade that looks like a big investment, high-end and classy.
He had high standards for his staff: all of them had to be 1.6 meters tall, of standard build, and friendly and approachable. Upon seeing Qin Xiaoyu enter, the store manager greeted her with a bow and a smooth, unhurried manner.
"I'm just here to take a look around," Qin Xiaoyu said with a polite smile.
"It's Boss Qin, come up to the second floor." Hearing her voice, Gao Daxiong poked his head down from the second floor and greeted her.
When Qin Xiaoyu went up to the second floor, she found two other male guests upstairs. They were both thin and short, and looked like they were from Guangdong.
Gao Daxiong is from Fujian. Seeing them, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly remembered the internet meme about Fujianese people eating leftovers from Cantonese people, which was inexplicably funny.
"This must be Boss Qin?" A man stood up to greet him, extending his hand to introduce himself: "My surname is Zhou."
"Hello, Mr. Zhou." Qin Xiaoyu greeted the two bosses, Zhou and Tong, in a very open and friendly manner.
"I was just telling them about you, and here you are." Gao Daxiong glanced at the bag Qin Xiaoyu had placed beside her and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Qin Xiaoyu asked curiously.
"Does she want fifty or a hundred for these pants?"
"Fifty."
"I'm being quite polite to you. This woman's only problem is her limited judgment," Gao Daxiong said with a smile.
During the last meal, Qin Xiaoyu saw Gao Daxiong fawning over Qian Beibei, but she never expected such a comment behind her back. She felt a chill run down her spine and sat up straighter. Who knew what he was saying about her behind her back?
"These two are planning to cooperate with me and open more stores." Qin Xiaoyu was a little wary of Gao Daxiong's words. Logically speaking, she was a competitor, so why would he say this to her publicly? Did he not consider her an outsider? Impossible, these people only revealed a fraction of what they knew to others.
So that means you're considering collaborating with her?
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