"It was never going to work out in the first place; my initial thinking was wrong." Qin Xiaoyu tilted her head back and took a deep breath.
They spent the whole afternoon visiting several stores, but didn't manage to secure a distributorship with any of them. Some wanted to buy the goods, others suggested changing the brand, and there were all sorts of opinions. The most important point was that even if your products were good, people wouldn't recognize them if you weren't well-known.
The rules of this world are somewhat ridiculous. Brands without fame will be rejected, while everyone wants to patronize famous brands. And famous brands, on the other hand, are often arrogant and aloof.
When an unknown brand breaks through the competition, it will be unconditionally sought after.
There are few who offer help in times of need, but many who add to someone's success.
Qin Xiaoyu didn't want Sun Moon Clothing to remain forever in the darkness before dawn, unable to break through. Even if it meant fighting her way out, she had to break through.
As the sun sets, more and more bicycles appear on the road, forming a vast ocean, each with its own direction and a firm goal.
Their car was completely blocked, and they finally managed to find a spot to park on the side of the road.
They got out of the car right by the river and walked toward the embankment.
"Don't look so gloomy. Compared to me, you're quite fortunate," Man Aihong reminded Qin Xiaoyu.
Qin Xiaoyu didn't want to talk and just stared blankly at the flowing water.
"Ah!" Man Aihong suddenly rolled her hands into a tube, pointed it at the distant setting sun, and shouted loudly.
Qin Xiaoyu was startled and suddenly understood how much repression and helplessness was contained in that voice.
“We didn’t close a deal with any of them all afternoon. Don’t be disappointed in me. You don’t need to come with me tomorrow; I’ll go myself.” Man Aihong spoke first, finding Qin Xiaoyu a nuisance.
"Fine, go ahead and run." Qin Xiaoyu had already decided to keep the couple here.
But after Zhu Xu stayed upstairs for two days, Master Liang got fed up and secretly went to Qin Xiaoyu to negotiate.
"Let him go do the sales. We can't work if he's in the design studio." Master Liang took out a few design drafts, and Qin Xiaoyu's head started spinning when she saw them.
It's clearly Zhu Xu's style: flamboyant, lacking substance, and self-righteous.
"It's one thing for him to draw by himself, but he also keeps pointing and gesturing at me. How much effort did you put into getting him to understand? If this continues, I'll go back to square one," Master Liang complained.
Qin Xiaoyu had no choice but to talk to Man Aihong. She had somehow managed to secure an agency deal and was currently in the process of renovating the store; she was quite busy.
"I'll go back and talk to him." Man Aihong said apologetically after Qin Xiaoyu finished speaking.
"Sister Hong, I'm sorry to have troubled you." Qin Xiaoyu sighed.
"It's okay, I'm used to it," Man Aihong said with a wry smile.
Recently, A Lei has been a bit busy and hasn't been able to follow her around as much. When Qin Xiaoyu had some free time, she felt something was off.
Has this guy's initial excitement worn off after a few days? Has he gone back to his old life?
Qin Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little sour; it was time to straighten out the family's reputation.
"I have good news for you!" A Lei entered the room with a face full of excitement, completely unaware that Qin Xiaoyu's eyes were already hiding murderous intent.
"What?" Qin Xiaoyu asked with a sullen face.
"I've found a great way to grow your fashion brand."
"What is it?" Qin Xiaoyu's eyes widened instantly.
"Boss Qin, you only love money. Come to think of it, it's unreasonable for me to be jealous. How could you fall in love with another man? All you love is money, money!" A Lei complained angrily.
"I know, money isn't as important as you." Qin Xiaoyu grinned and snuggled up to him, pouting her little nose for a kiss. What could A Lei do?
A Lei brought over an old newspaper from the first fashion show held at the Friendship Hall in Shanghai in 1983.
"That's great! What should we do about the venue? Rent it or apply for it?" Qin Xiaoyu immediately took action.
"It is approved, but it is very difficult to get approved."
"Why?" Qin Xiaoyu looked up. If A Lei said it would be difficult to approve, then it must be difficult to approve.
"Because the person in charge is Aunt Zhu, who always prioritizes work and is impartial and incorruptible."
"Iron-fisted and impartial? Would she stand up for Xiao Ye?"
"What happened last time wasn't entirely for Xiao Ye's sake. Later, when she wanted to get into the No. 1 Department Store, she used some underhanded tactics, which she despises. She just happened to hear about it and wanted to correct her."
"Pack your things, let's go to Shanghai." Qin Xiaoyu was a woman of action; what was the point of discussing it back and forth?
“Take me with you,” Man Aihong volunteered.
"Sister Hong, I have a condition. I can take you with me, but you have to change your clothes." Recently, Qin Xiaoyu found Man Aihong's outfit increasingly unpleasant. No wonder Qian Beibei said she was unsophisticated. With that polyester top, polyester pants, and two thick braids, she looked like she came from the countryside, and her face had the word "country bumpkin" written all over it.
“Take me with you. I don’t need to change my clothes. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” Man Aihong insisted.
"Don't try to persuade her. I heard her say that it was her husband Zhu Xu who made her dress like this. Once she's all dressed up nicely, he won't let her go out," Director Fei whispered to Qin Xiaoyu, and she finally understood the reason. So she took precautions and brought two extra outfits in Man Aihong's size when she went out.
Shanghai is different from other places; there are many more snobbish people who judge you by your clothes. You can't be too shabby, or you won't be able to ask for favors.
After getting off the plane, Qin Xiaoyu wasn't in a hurry to go back to the Fang family home; she went to the department store first. Since the new styles were restocked, the situation at the store had improved, but only slightly. Sales were nowhere near as booming as when the store first opened.
Of course, they weren't the only ones that were bad; domestic brands were generally bad too, so I didn't look for any more problems at the department store.
However, there is a rumor, whether it is true or not, that all domestic brands will be eliminated.
"World-renowned brands are over there! Look! More than a dozen have already entered." Qin Xiaoye pulled Qin Xiaoyu to take a look. How could this not be a big shock?
There are always people coming and going in front of their counters.
It seems that ordinary people have purchasing power, but lack brand awareness.
Even if the price is cheap, two or three of them are still equivalent to one item for someone else. Why not save up some money and buy a big-ticket item that will look good when you wear it out?
"We're trying to figure something out, don't worry, come over for dinner tonight," Qin Xiaoyu said to Qin Xiaoye.
Mrs. Fang was happiest about their arrival, but she looked at Man Aihong with a strange expression.
Madam Fang only breathed a sigh of relief after she came downstairs and changed into the suit that Qin Xiaoyu had brought.
Qin Xiaoyu sat at the table and glanced around, noticing that most of the dishes were her favorites. She realized they had put thought into her visit, and she smiled gratefully at Madam Fang. The haughty old lady turned her face away, pretending it had nothing to do with her.
"Grandma looks better and better," A Lei said, busy trying to cheer up Mrs. Fang.
"You're not around, and Xiao Ye only comes occasionally," Madam Fang sighed.
"My sister misses you and asked me to come and visit you often," Qin Xiaoye replied with a smile.
Qin Xiaoyu glanced at Qin Xiaoye with satisfaction. After being in Shanghai for a while, she had become more composed and mature.
Is she ready to marry into a wealthy family? I just don't know how she'll get past her parents.
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