Song Yaoyang bought a lot of men's clothing, and he asked the department store staff to deliver it to the door downstairs.
After Song Yaoyang and Xia Baozhu left, Yu Mingfen's eyes welled up with tears as she was ridiculed and humiliated by the long-serving saleswoman next door.
Manager Xue came over and gave her another scolding, which finally made the tears she had been holding back fall.
"Are you still angry?" Xia Baozhu asked, turning her head as she sat in the pedicab, noticing that Song Yaoyang had remained silent the whole way.
"No, I'm thinking about opening a clothing specialty store." Song Yaoyang told Xia Baozhu about his idea.
"This is a good idea. When we have enough funds, we can buy shops in good locations to operate. We can also recruit agents to join us, collect franchise fees, and then the company can stipulate the store decoration style and set uniform prices."
Even those who don't care much about business know about the golden age of clothing specialty stores.
Anyone who goes shopping can easily recognize the various clothing brands commonly found on the street.
As long as a brand persists in doing well, it will not decline even in the future era of rampant e-commerce.
Song Yaoyang nodded; he had previously had someone conduct a survey report on the specialty stores.
The group's board of directors rejected the idea because of its large investment and immature market. Xia Baozhu's suggestion to recruit agents and franchisees was a wake-up call for him.
He could easily set up several demonstration stores first, let the agents see the results, and then talk about franchise stores.
"Baozhu, you are so smart!" Song Yaoyang praised sincerely.
Xia Baozhu transformed from a blockhead in his heart into a perfect goddess image who is multi-talented, brave, kind, beautiful, lovely, elegant, and intelligent.
Xia Baozhu was momentarily stunned by Song Yaoyang's intense gaze, and she secretly felt smug.
She believed that Song Yaoyang was very satisfied with her suggestion, which was why he stared at her with such intense eyes.
The two had a detailed discussion about the dealership, and only realized they were back at the hotel when the car owner stopped.
Back at the hotel, Xia Baozhu stayed in the bathroom for over an hour.
Her body was covered with large and small wounds that had scabbed over and bruises that had not yet faded.
They were all left over the previous month.
The longest scar was on her left leg, caused by a piece of iron washed ashore by the flood. If Song Yaoyang hadn't pulled her up, her leg injury would have been much worse.
From now on, I'll have to wear stockings with my skirts to cover up.
The mirror showed a large patch of yellowish-purple bruises on my back, extending from my shoulder blades down to my buttocks.
This is from when she was hit by the softened stone wall. It hurt terribly for a whole day, and she didn't dare to turn over in bed for several days. Now all that's left is a bruise.
Everyone else had scars like her, but her skin was fair and delicate, so her injuries healed slowly and were particularly noticeable, making her look frightening.
Xia Baozhu put on her newly bought clothes, dried her long hair, and tied it into a bun.
She sat down at the table, took out her notebook from her duffel bag, and jot down the moments that moved her. She would write them down in more detail when she got back.
When the knocking sounded, Xia Baozhu put away her notebook, opened the door, and saw Song Yaoyang standing outside.
"I didn't see you when we gathered at 6:30. I thought you were asleep."
Song Yaoyang was wearing a white and blue striped polo shirt and dark blue casual pants. His hair had been styled again, and he looked clean and neat again.
He looked Xia Baozhu up and down, lingering for a moment on the scars on her arm.
"I forgot the time." Xia Baozhu glanced at the time; it was already 6:40.
"Let's go." Xia Baozhu walked out.
"You need to comb your hair." Song Yaoyang pointed to her bun, which was askew because of the weight of her hair.
Xia Baozhu touched her hair and laughed awkwardly, "It's good that you reminded me."
She went into the bathroom and tied her hair into a high ponytail.
Song Yaoyang stood at the door, quietly watching her busy herself, feeling an indescribable joy in his heart.
Unlike her strong and resolute demeanor in the disaster area, she now exudes a youthful vivacity and cuteness, fresh and romantic, making her irresistible to all who see her.
When Xia Baozhu and Song Yaoyang appeared in the lobby, the sight of the twenty-odd people, all looking completely different, left the receptionist speechless.
Xia Baozhu, in particular, was immediately struck by the sight of the magazine. She quickly grabbed her favorite copy of "Popular Fashion" from the drawer and rushed towards Xia Baozhu.
"Hello, comrade, may I ask if this is you?" The receptionist asked excitedly, holding up a magazine cover. She carefully examined Xia Baozhu and compared her to the cover, and the more she looked, the more similar it seemed.
Song Yaoyang glanced at the cover and nodded, saying, "It's her."
Others gathered around: "Xia has taken advertising photos before, and you noticed that? You have a sharp eye."
"Mainly because Xia is unforgettable, and women are meticulous."
"That's great!" The receptionist was even happier to hear so many people's affirmation. "So your surname is Xia. Can you sign something for me?"
Xia Baozhu readily agreed: "Sure, I'll sign the cover. What do you want to sign?"
"I don't know what to sign, just write something. Oh, you're even prettier than this picture."
The receptionist's words elicited a burst of laughter.
"Xia is not only beautiful, but she's also amazing at carrying sandbags. Even our manager can't carry one as many as her."
"Carrying sandbags? You guys carry sandbags?"
The receptionist stared blankly at everyone's faces, except for Xia Baozhu's, which were all red and black. She then realized that carrying sandbags wouldn't allow her to stay in a hotel of their caliber.
Suddenly, she remembered the floods in Southeast China that had been broadcast on television these past few days, and it dawned on her.
"Are you volunteers? You just came from Jiangdong?" Her eyes showed admiration.
“Yes, we just got back,” someone responded, while the others just smiled.
"I've finished writing." Xia Baozhu returned the magazine to the front desk.
"Thank you, your handwriting is so beautiful." The receptionist was overjoyed as she looked at the words on the paper. "You even volunteered, that's really amazing."
After chatting for a few minutes, they said goodbye to the receptionist and got into the car.
A group of twenty-odd people attracts attention wherever they go, especially since they are all wearing new clothes and have dark reddish-brown skin.
To avoid standing out too much, Xia Baozhu put on a mask again.
They found a large restaurant, and Xia Baozhu even saw Manager Xue, whom she had bought clothes from that afternoon, standing at the entrance smoking and chatting with someone.
Upon seeing Xia Baozhu and her group, they curiously sized them up until Song Yaoyang came into view, at which point Manager Xue rubbed his eyes.
What a coincidence.
Song Yaoyang also saw him, but ignored him and walked in side by side with Xia Baozhu.
Manager Xue then turned his attention to Xia Baozhu's clothes, realizing that she was the one who had bought women's clothing with Song Yaoyang.
With that figure, no wonder she wanted to wear a white dress.
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