"Those denim work jackets sold well in Shantou, Shenzhen, and the provincial capital! It's all thanks to your idea to change the design, otherwise hundreds of thousands of sets of clothes would have been stuck with me!" Wu Jingyuan was very happy.
While on a business trip, he received a call from the company informing him that all the batches of clothes shipped to Shenzhen and the provincial capital had been sold out, and several shopping malls had even come to ask if there was any stock left.
After ordering two more shipments, Wu Jingyuan's factory didn't have many clothes left.
Although the price of this batch of goods was not high because we were in a hurry to sell them, the payment was quick, and we also reached an agreement with several large chain stores for the next batch of goods, and received deposits.
This helped Wu Jingyuan's company recover a significant amount of money. Combined with the initial investment of nearly 100,000 yuan from Li Xunjin, this batch of clothes was enough to cover the losses incurred from the fraud.
If it weren't for Shen Qingqing's words, "There's still hope," he might have already given up and disappeared without a trace.
Therefore, Wu Jingyuan gave this 1,000 yuan red envelope willingly.
Shen Qingqing asked another question first: "What about my uncle's share of the profits?"
Wu Jingyuan was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Xun Jin really didn't spoil you, her niece, for nothing! She already sent the money to your uncle!"
Shen Qingqing was satisfied and reached out to take the red envelope: "Okay, thank you for the red envelope, Uncle Jingyuan! I wish Uncle Jingyuan's next batch of clothes will continue to sell like hotcakes!"
"Shen Qingqing! Give the red envelope back to your Uncle Jingyuan. You can't just take it like that!" Li Xunli's hands were covered in mud. She thought Shen Qingqing wouldn't take it, so she didn't stop her. She didn't expect this brat to actually accept it.
Seeing this, Wu Jingyuan was about to speak to Shen Qingqing.
Shen Qingqing happily stuffed the red envelope into her pocket: "Mom, you don't understand, don't block Uncle Jingyuan's good fortune!"
"Uncle Jingyuan's batch of clothes was able to be transferred thanks to my small suggestion. If he doesn't return the money he borrowed from me, and the next batch of clothes goes unprofitable, it will definitely be because you stopped him from returning the money!"
Shen Qingqing immediately started making things up, "If you don't believe me, go to the Mazu Temple tomorrow and see if that's what happened!"
Li Xunli was speechless for a moment after hearing her words, and couldn't think of a rebuttal for a while before saying, "I'll go ask Mazu tomorrow if it's okay for her to hit you!"
Wu Jingyuan was amused by this clown and tried to stop him, saying, "Xunli, why are you hitting the child? We had already agreed with Xunjin that if we made a profit on this batch of clothes, we would give your Qingqing a red envelope. Didn't Xunjin and I say that when we went to your house the other day?"
Li Xunli, however, felt that Shen Qingqing had only said a few words at most, and was not worth such a large red envelope of one thousand yuan.
However, Shen Qingqing's interruption had ruined the opportunity to return the red envelope. Wu Jingyuan was also speaking up for Shen Qingqing, and if he forced her to return it now, it would only hurt their relationship and make Wu Jingyuan feel awkward. So he had no choice but to give up: "Isn't it because this stinky girl is too impolite? How could I bear to really hit her?"
Shen Qingqing leaned against Li Xunli with a grin, acting coquettish and silly.
When she looked up, she saw Zhang Hengyun staring at her with curiosity. Shen Qingqing blinked and subconsciously gave Zhang Hengyun an innocent and clear smile.
Zhang Hengyun smiled at her in a friendly manner, stopped staring at her, and turned to look at Wu Jingyuan. "Mr. Wu, so you're in the clothing business? I've never heard you mention it before."
Wu Jingyuan knew Zhang Hengyun; she had been interviewed by a magazine, and Wu Jingyuan was also a reader of various magazines, finding gimmicks and selling points from the outfits of various celebrities to promote his own clothes.
"Ms. Zhang, this is just a small business of mine, how could I presume to teach you such a thing!" Wu Jingyuan waved his hand, speaking modestly.
Ever since the Qiuyun Troupe became famous for their performance at a provincial Mid-Autumn Festival gala two years ago, Zhang Hengyun had heard countless compliments like this. She remained calm and composed, saying, "What are you saying? I'm just an ordinary person, and a woman who loves beauty. It would be fine if I didn't hear about your family's best-selling clothes, but since I did hear about them, I had to see what kind of clothes they were."
"So many people are buying it, it must be something that suits everyone's aesthetic. I want to buy some nice clothes and wear them too!"
Shen Qingqing, who had just retreated, popped up again: "Aunt Zhang! The clothes that Uncle Jingyuan just released don't suit your temperament, nor do they suit Sister Yurong. But his next collection, whether long or short, will suit you and Sister Yurong perfectly. If you two wear them out, people will definitely say you look like sisters!"
Zhang Hengyun was only being polite, but Shen Qingqing's last sentence really piqued her interest, and she immediately looked at Wu Jingyuan, "Mr. Wu, is that what Qingqing said?"
Wu Jingyuan hadn't really thought of this aspect at first. After all, the troupe's costumes were all custom-made. As a company that makes clothing for the general public, they had never thought of starting a costume business for the troupe.
Only after Shen Qingqing pointed it out did they realize that people don't wear costumes all the time.
Having been in the clothing business for so many years, he can tell whether a piece of clothing is suitable for a particular person.
Remembering the design of her own coat, she took two steps back to examine Zhang Hengyun and smiled, "Qingqing was right, the coat I'm about to launch really suits you."
"Uncle Jingyuan, why don't you hurry up and make two sample garments so my mom can have them matched with corsages and buttons?" Shen Qingqing said, seizing the opportunity.
Just kidding, everyone who gets into the Qiuyun Troupe is incredibly good-looking and has great figures. Even if the clothes are nice, you still need good models to wear them!
Moreover, they frequently perform all over the place, making them practically living advertisements!
Now Wu Jingyuan's clothing company also has her uncle's investment, so of course she wants to make more money for her family!
The money that my uncle's family lent them to save their lives in my past life could not be repaid, so they have to repay it in this life!
Urged on by Shen Qingqing, Wu Jingyuan smiled and understood what the clever little devil Shen Qingqing meant. He immediately said, "No problem! Once the sample garment is made, I'll bring it over and leave it with your mother. Whenever Ms. Zhang has time to come over, she can see it directly."
Zhang Hengyun glanced at Shen Qingqing, who was whispering to her mother while leaning on Li Xunli's shoulder, and found the child quite interesting. Following Wu Jingyuan's words, she continued, "Alright, anyway, our troupe will have to deal with Xunli for a long time in the future. If she doesn't mind me coming too often, I will definitely come every day to keep an eye on whether the clothes are finished."
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