He Lu laughed and then took them out to see some new things in the design department.
Besides bags and clothes, He Lu also designed many pieces of jewelry, wallets, belts, and even leather stools and sofas. Chu Yu thought to herself that He Lu was on the right track, as these were far beyond what the current Chinese market could appreciate.
But it is indeed forward-thinking and a good design that can compete with big-name luxury brands.
Chu Yu was relieved.
High-end luxury bags often cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan. Even if you have the money, you may not be able to buy a bag. You have to pay a huge sum to purchase additional items to get a bag worth millions.
Chu Yu didn't comment on this behavior, but from a businessman's perspective, the premium pricing of these brands was successful.
Wealthy people are willing to spend money on it, even willing to spend two million on accessories just to buy the bag, and willing to pay for the brand's design philosophy. That's what makes a brand successful, and that's exactly the kind of brand Chuyu wants to create.
A brand that is recognized by people.
While Chu Yu was rushing around in China, Mao Xia wasn't having an easy time either. She had followed Brother Tan to get an abortion and received the 75,000 yuan promised by Sister Hua.
But Mao Xia didn't expect that the child had been in her womb for several months, and removing the child would be a dangerous thing for her. She might never be able to have children again.
Mao Xia cried and shed tears. The doctor felt sorry for her and advised her to think it over carefully.
“Ms. Mao, if you abort this child, you will never have the chance to be a mother again. You’d better think it over carefully and discuss it with the child’s father. If possible, you can keep the child.”
Mao Xia shook her head firmly.
Xiang Yanlong lied to her. He was just a construction worker carrying bricks. He wasn't the eldest son of the Xiang family at all. Mao Xia wanted to marry a rich man, not someone as unknown as Xiang Yanlong.
Xiang Yanlong is not worthy to be the father of her child.
Mao Xia struggled in agony, tears streaming down her face. Xiao Yu, who had come with her, couldn't help but shake her head. "What's there to be reluctant about in our line of work? If you want to abort, you abort. If you don't want to have the baby, you don't have to. Even if you want to have the baby, don't you think about it? Once you've been a prostitute, how can you switch careers? Where are you going to find an honest man to take care of you in the future?"
Mao Xia was extremely confused. She had encountered such a big problem and didn't even have anyone to talk to. If Zhou Fangchun were here, she would definitely point her in the right direction and tell her what the right thing to do was.
"Hurry up and decide to abort the baby! The doctors and nurses are waiting for you. After you have an abortion and recover in a few days, you can go back to work and earn money! Making more money is the right thing to do, don't be so naive."
Xiaoyu was entrusted by Sister Hua to make sure that Maoxia aborted the child.
Mao Xia wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was the most distinctive among all the girls.
Mao Xia is from the mainland and has a reserved and uninhibited air about her. This air is not relaxed enough, but she is a cultured person after all. Her uninhibited air is rare among girls in Hong Kong. Many customers like to see her because they think she is like the class beauty from their school days, and she can easily arouse people's pity.
Sister Hua made a lot of money from Mao Xia, so naturally she was unwilling to let Mao Xia go.
Mao Xia knew that having an abortion after her pregnancy was too big would be dangerous. She didn't want to get herself into trouble. She wanted to live and confront Xiang Yanlong, asking him why he had treated her this way!
Mao Xia gritted her teeth, cried, and said to the doctor, "Abort it, I don't want this child."
The doctor nodded. "Ms. Mao, please go and complete the formalities. After you're done, come to my office."
As Mao Xia lay on the operating table, she thought about how she had always been ambitious and competitive, believing that marrying a rich man would bring her peace. But reality had given her a resounding slap in the face. The rich men in this world weren't stupid; they would only cheat on their wives with other women and wouldn't bring them home.
There is no rich second-generation like Xiang Yanlong in the world who would treat a woman sincerely, buy her luxury goods and bags, and take her on yachts. No one would be like Xiang Yanlong, who would meet a woman in a bar and say that he has found true love.
If you encounter someone like this, without a doubt, he is a fraud, just like Xiang Yanlong.
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