Chapter 68 The Sixty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away The Sixty-Eighth Day of Not Running Away...
Here's what happened.
There were many female workers in the garment factory, and one of them, the prettiest, was named Liu Shiyu. It was no exaggeration to say she was beautiful. The girl was originally from Northeast China, had an oval face, very bright eyes, and most importantly, deep-set eyes. Her skin was as white as milk.
She looks quiet, but she is said to know some kung fu. According to her, her grandfather used to learn Pi Gua Zhang. Wen Chan and the others didn't know what Pi Gua Zhang was, but the girl grew up with her grandfather since she was a child. Since she was pretty, her grandfather was worried about her and took her to learn kung fu from a young age.
When she was around ten years old, her parents were allocated an apartment in Beijing, which allowed them to bring their daughter from their hometown. However, the girl's kung fu skills never declined.
Although he's not good at studying, he's quite good at martial arts.
Recently, their garment factory has become popular, and some shady people have set their sights on Liu Shiyu, thinking they might try to woo her or take advantage of her.
A few thugs cornered the person in a small alley.
Although Liu Shiyu was startled, she was skilled in martial arts and wasn't so cowardly. But unexpectedly, a young man appeared out of nowhere to save her.
The young man had actually visited their garment factory several times and was somewhat interested in Liu Shiyu. He caught up with her that day hoping to get closer to her, but unexpectedly, he saw her being harassed and jumped in to save the damsel in distress.
Then, unsurprisingly...
The young man was beaten so badly by the thugs that he ran away with his head in his hands.
After all, the idea of one person taking on ten is just a legend; in reality, ten against one can turn someone into a meat patty.
The girl couldn't stand it anymore and told the thugs to stop. But the scoundrels not only ignored her but also harassed her. Liu Shiyu got furious and immediately attacked them. In no time, she beat the thugs until they screamed in pain. The incident alerted passersby, who called the police, and also attracted the attention of reporters.
As a result, Liu Yan's garment factory suddenly made the headlines in the newspaper.
"Look, this reporter took some really good photos, and our Shiyu took such beautiful ones." Everyone held the newspaper, reading and chatting with Liu Shiyu.
Liu Shiyu blushed. She was pretty, and blushing made her even more shy and beautiful. Just then, Lan Linglong came over and asked her to go to the office.
Liu Shiyu was taken aback. The girl seemed a little uneasy. As she came out, she asked Lan Linglong, "Sister Lan, why did Sister Liu call me over?"
Lan Linglong said, "Don't worry, it's a good thing."
Good news?
Liu Shiyu was a little confused, but didn't ask any further questions.
She has been working at the factory for about half a month, a little later than others, but she cherishes this job. Liu Shiyu is not highly educated, only a junior high school graduate. Compared with her progress in kung fu, her progress in academics has been stagnant for more than ten years.
She was good-looking, so finding a job was easy for her. She worked as a waitress in a guesthouse and a hotel receptionist, but she didn't stay in any job for long. The reason was that although she seemed gentle, she actually had a short temper. When harassed by male customers, she couldn't tolerate it and just let it go. Therefore, she quit each job in less than six months.
"Shiyu, you're here. Were you scared by what happened last night?" Liu Yan and Wen Chan were discussing something when they saw Liu Shiyu come in, and Liu Yan's face showed concern.
Liu Shiyu shook her head. "I'm fine."
"It's good that you're alright." Liu Yan said, "We called you over for no other reason than to ask you if you'd like to be a model."
"A model?" Liu Shiyu blinked, her face full of confusion and bewilderment.
Liu Yan took out several old, yellowed newspapers that she had found, which published the 1989 fashion show. It was the first of its kind in China and caused quite a stir at the time. The fashion show was even broadcast live on television.
Liu Shiyu finally understood and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, I can't do it. I can't be a model. I can't walk the runway."
"Don't be nervous. We're not asking you to walk the runway. We just want you to wear clothes from our garment factory and walk the runway at the trade fair so customers can see them."
Liu Yan said, "If you work as a factory worker, you can only earn 800 yuan a month by piecework. If you switch to being a model, I will give you a base salary of 2,000 yuan. If there is any runway work, it will be 200 yuan a day. In addition, we can guarantee that we will never let you wear those strange clothes, and we will also hire a makeup artist to do your makeup."
As everyone knows, a generous reward will surely attract brave men.
A base salary of 2,000 yuan is undoubtedly a high salary, and all she does is wear clothes and walk around. Liu Shiyu couldn't help but be tempted.
“But I can’t leave,” Liu Shiyu said, looking troubled.
Liu Yan laughed and said, "Shiyu, as long as you can walk, that's enough. No one can tell whether you can walk or not."
ah?
Liu Shiyu was stunned; she had no idea it could be like this.
Besides Liu Shiyu, Liu Yan also asked Jiang Zihan and several of her girlfriends to come and help. She went to the trade fair and specifically asked for a booth at the back.
The person in charge of the trade fair thought she was an outsider and didn't know anything about her, so he happily rented the stall to Liu Yan at a low price.
Liu Yan knew perfectly well that at trade fairs, the closer you are to the entrance, the greater the traffic and the higher the probability of making a sale. However, the area in front was too crowded, and it was as if two stalls had to be split into four, making it impossible to move around freely.
It was better to choose the stalls behind, which, although hidden, were spacious. Most importantly, she noticed a two-meter-wide open space next to the stall, enough for Liu Shiyu and the others to walk back and forth.
at the same time.
Wen Chan also helped find people from the directing department of Beijing Film Academy to come over.
When they saw that person, Liu Yan, Jiang Zihan, and Lan Linglong were all puzzled.
Liu Yan asked Wen Chan in a low voice, "Why did we invite this person here? To record a video?"
Wen Chan said, "I told him that he'd cover all the work—photography and videography. He'll find someone for the makeup, and he'll figure out the camera and film himself. We'll just pay three thousand yuan."
"Three thousand? Is he worth that price?" Lan Linglong glanced critically at the somewhat old-fashioned-looking college student.
If Wen Chan hadn't said he was from the Directing Department of Beijing Film Academy, Lan Linglong would have thought he came from some construction site, looking all dusty and dirty, with nothing special about him.
Wen Chan said, "It's worth it. You'll know once he takes the picture."
She remembered this Director Zhang, who later became a renowned director both at home and abroad. Now, she could hire him to take photos and do photography for three thousand yuan, but in the future, even three million yuan might not be enough to hire him.
That alone makes it worthwhile.
Wen Chan said to Liu Yan, "We can make a brochure from the photos. Not everyone at the trade fair will buy anything, but no one will refuse a nice brochure. We can also use this to increase our brand awareness."
Liu Yan thought for a moment, then gritted her teeth and nodded.
She knew that printing this brochure would add to the cost of another book.
But Wen Chan's words were indeed not without reason.
Professional tasks really should be left to professionals.
That director looks unsophisticated, but he can assemble a filming team with everything from lighting and photography to makeup and props.
When Liu Yan saw these, she understood why Wen Chan had hired such a director. If she had hired someone herself, it would probably have cost more than three thousand.
You can ask a director from the Beijing Film Academy; they can borrow equipment from the school. If all else fails, you can ask senior students for help. Ordinary people don't have these resources.
Wen Chan helped with the styling of all the outfits for the promotional photos.
Velvet shirts, khaki trench coats, fitted blazers, short wool coats, leather jackets—her aesthetic sense is already ahead of its time, and since she provides all the clothes herself, the quality and tailoring are simply incomparable to anything found at street stalls.
One by one, models with good figures put on matching clothes, and paired them with ankle boots, high boots, and high heels.
Even Director Zhang himself couldn't believe how good the photos turned out. "Did I really take these? How can they be so beautiful?"
Liu Yan laughed: "Director Zhang, you're just praising your own wares. But it really is well-made. I'm almost reluctant to use it for a promotional brochure."
Director Zhang smiled shyly and rubbed his hands together: "Mr. Liu, what's the name of your pants brand?"
After Director Zhang asked this question, everyone who was admiring the clothes suddenly fell silent.
Director Zhang looked up at everyone in confusion, only to see that everyone had an embarrassed expression on their face.
He scratched his head: "What's wrong? Is it hard to pronounce your names?"
no.
To this day, they haven't thought about the brand name at all.
All I can say is that I'm so busy I'm completely out of my mind.
"What should we call her?" Liu Yan asked Wen Chan.
Wen Chan covered her head and said, "Don't ask me, I'm no good at naming things."
Liu Yan looked at Lan Linglong, who had an idea: "How about calling him Niu Niu?"
Liu Yan chose to skip over Lan Linglong and look at Jiang Zihan.
Jiang Zihan scratched her forehead: "How about we call our sisters?"
"Sisters, that's too common," Lan Linglong said. "It's not very sophisticated. Let's choose an English name."
“I think we should go with a Chinese name,” Wen Chan said. “Sisters would be a good choice. It’s a bit cliché, but it’s easy to remember, and it aligns with our brand’s target audience: young women.”
Liu Yan made the decision, "It's settled then, we'll call them sisters."
It's best not to bother two people with the same task. There aren't many companies making brochures these days, so Liu Yan asked the director to print them. They'll print 1,000 copies first, which is quite expensive—five cents per copy.
When Chen Bo heard Chan talking about the jeans with great interest, a smile appeared on his face.
He placed a piece of fish on Wen Chan's plate with his chopsticks. "Is it that fun over there?"
“It’s quite interesting,” Wen Chan said. “I never knew doing business could be so fascinating.”
This is completely different from physical business and the financial industry.
In the financial field, what's crucial is a keen sense of policy, information, and intuition. Sometimes a single investment can earn tens of millions, but that feeling is fleeting, too superficial and unrealistic.
In contrast, the jeans business, though small, feels like building a wall. You personally lay each brick, and the feeling and sense of accomplishment are completely different. Especially when you and your partners overcome one problem after another, everyone is enthusiastically sharing their opinions, and the joy in your heart is like the first sip of an ice-cold bottled cola on a hot summer day.
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