Mr. Qian hesitated. Splitting costs was indeed a good idea, but how would the market be divided if the two companies cooperated? Should one focus on the southern market and the other on the north? What if both businesses were booming? Who would use the production line? Both companies would be rushing to meet deadlines, so it wouldn't be possible to divide the market according to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.
The best approach would be to partner up, but partnering with complete strangers? Boss Qian believed the girl had also considered this, but everyone knew their limits and wouldn't make such a rash suggestion.
"Ms. Zhou, please leave your contact information with me. I will get back to you once I have contacted the Italian company, Nix.
Chu Yu wasn't in a hurry. It was only early 1984. Xibao's business could earn money for at least a few years. Once the wall advertisements in the rural areas were done, Xibao's turnover would be quite high, enough for her to live on for several years.
“Mr. Qian, I’m not in a hurry. Even if we can’t make furniture together, we can make clothing and fabrics together.”
Qian Laifeng nodded and led her to the back of the stall. Chu Yu had only been to Suicheng twice and didn't quite understand some of the rules. In Suicheng, the best styles would sell out before seven in the morning. Qian Laifeng and Baoya Hu's businesses were doing well, and they couldn't keep up with demand for their regular customers, so naturally they couldn't leave too many styles for casual customers.
Chu Yu had been working with Bucktooth Hu for a few months. Bucktooth Hu knew that Chu Yu's sales were stable, so he was willing to give her good styles. He was too lazy to sell the newly launched styles at his stall, so he would give them all to Chu Yu if she could handle them.
Qian Laifeng reserved the new models for his regular customers, which were not available at the stalls. But Chu Yu was willing to invest 500,000 to 600,000 yuan to partner with him on a Knicks production line. Regardless of whether he was exaggerating, this guy must have some connections.
Qian Laifeng believed he had a good eye for people; a person's confidence was undeniable. Chu Yu was young and beautiful, but seemed worldly-wise, so Qian Laifeng dared not underestimate her.
The fabric stall was piled high with goods, and people had to walk sideways inside. Qian Laifeng shouted into the stall:
"Xiao He, bring out the revised new model and give it to Miss Zhou!"
A young man's voice came from inside.
"Xiao He, this is Miss Zhou. Show her the newly revised styles. If Miss Zhou likes any style, she can pay a deposit to reserve it, and we'll send it to you as soon as we cast the spell."
Xiao He wore glasses and looked somewhat frail. When he looked at Chu Yu and Shu Lan, his gaze fell on their clothes. When he looked at Shu Lan, he paused for a moment, and there was an expression of approval in his eyes. When he looked at Chu Yu, he pondered for a long time.
"Your clothes are quite interesting."
Chu Yu works in the clothing industry, but she doesn't dress excessively. The temperature in Guangzhou is high, so she wore a striped shirt for lunch break, white trousers, and a light-colored shirt tied around her shoulders. To be honest, it could be considered a French style of dressing.
Having seen so many clothes, she actually prefers simpler styles, which seem rare in this day and age, which is why Xiao He would glance at her a few more times.
Chu Yu smiled at Xiao He, and Boss Qian introduced him, "Xiao He is our tailor."
Xiao He frowned: "I told you, I'm not a tailor, I'm a designer."
"Alright, alright, designer! If you change the name of a persimmon to a foreign one, it's still the same thing, isn't it? What's the difference between a designer and a tailor? Aren't they both making clothes?" Boss Qian nodded in disagreement.
Xiao He is a third-year student at Guangzhou University. He works for Boss Qian to earn tuition fees.
Boss Qian imports designer clothing from Hong Kong and Paris, asking him to make and modify it before selling it in China. Xiao He disdains making imitations and often adds his own ideas. Foreign styles may not be suitable for China, and many designer brands encounter difficulties adapting to the Chinese market.
Xiao He's modified clothing is more suitable for Chinese body types, and sales have always been good.
Boss Qian paid Xiao He 20 yuan a month. He didn't need to be at the stall every day. He could get things done even if he didn't have time at school or at home. Xiao He's work schedule was flexible, and he worked for Boss Qian for two years.
Xiao He glared at Boss Qian and showed Chu Yu the clothes that had just been altered.
"This is the original version, and this is my modified version. What do you think? I think my modified clothes are pretty good, right?"
Xiao He is quite capable; the modified clothes are indeed more suitable for Chinese people. However, Chu Yu still thinks the original version is better. The aesthetics of big-name designers are many years ahead of those in China, and they are graduates of prestigious universities. It's impossible for them to be outdone by Xiao He, a student.
In an era when domestic designers were scarce, Xiao He was exceptionally talented and had great potential. With a little training, he could become a capable leader.
Shulan picked up a suit dress from her lunch break, touched the fabric and said, "This black striped suit dress is quite unique, but if it could be changed to bright red, it would definitely be more flamboyant."
Xiao He frowned. He prided himself on his talent and disliked others interfering with his designs. Let alone a stranger like Shu Lan, even if his sugar daddy, Boss Qian, dared to say that his design was inadequate, Xiao He would roll his eyes.
"Oh, you make it sound so easy. If you can do it, then you do it!"
Shulan really didn't believe it. Boss Qian had a lot of fabric. She found a crisp piece of red cloth and spent more than an hour making a dress. Of course, it wasn't a finished product. She had to use a safety pin to fasten it at the back waist, but you could still see the general shape.
This garment already has stripes, but using black stripes would be too conservative; red, on the other hand, is vibrant and eye-catching.
Looking at the comparison between the two outfits, Xiao He reluctantly muttered, "You're quite capable, aren't you? Are you both designers? Which brand do you work for?"
Chu Yu smiled and handed him a business card.
The business card was made for Chu Yu by Dai Donglin before she came. He runs an appliance store, a legitimate business, and he learned how to print business cards, so he printed one for Chu Yu as well.
“Our clothing store is doing well, and our next step is to open chain stores across the country. Shulan is the designer in my store. She didn’t go to university, so her cultural knowledge is not as solid as yours, but she worked in a factory for several years. There is one thing about her clothing that you can’t match.”
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
