Chapter Eighty-Two: Profitable Merchants Flying Together
An Zhisu picked some useful things and asked the little girl to count the money. The little girl also liked An Zhisu, so she even wiped out the change when settling the accounts.
An Zhisu paid the money, took the bag, and suddenly asked: "What's your name?"
"Xu Baozhu, my name is Xu Baozhu." The little girl showed her dimples and smiled sweetly.
An Zhisu smiled and nodded: "That's nice to hear. Baozhu, if I can provide you with a well-paying job, are you willing to give up the stall business?"
"Ah?" Xu Baozhu was obviously confused by An Zhisu's change of topic. She looked at An Zhisu, and then at Ye Lancheng, who had been silent with a very cold expression. She was dumbfounded for a moment. "That's it, I have a question.
A fashion design studio is in great need of special talents like you who can embroider. I saw your embroidery and your craftsmanship is very good. I would like to hire you to work in my studio. Are you willing to consider it? No need to reply to me now.
I'll leave you a number, you
You can think about it slowly and give me an answer after you think about it." An Zhisu explained in one breath, then took out a pen and paper from his bag, wrote his number on the note, and handed it to Xu Baozhu.
A look of astonishment appeared on Xu Baozhu's baby-fat face, as if a piece of meat pie suddenly fell from the sky and hit her head directly. She was both surprised and frightened.
"You're so cute." An Zhisu couldn't help but pinch her cheek, and then put the note with his name and number in her hand: "Think about it carefully, I'm leaving first."
An Zhisu and Xu Baozhu waved their hands, then took Ye Lancheng and disappeared into the night.
Xu Baozhu was stunned for a long time before she realized what was happening. When she went to look for An Zhisu, the handsome man and woman had long since disappeared. If it weren't for the note left on the stall, she would have thought she was dreaming.
"An, Zhi, Su..." Xu Baozhu picked up the note and read out An Zhisu's name word by word, and then fell into deep thought.
An Zhisu had already sat in the passenger seat of the car. On the way back, Ye Lancheng took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat and drove the car back to Lantingju.
An Zhisu was in a very good mood. He counted on his fingers and said: "If Xu Baozhu agrees, then I can hire another assistant after the studio is renovated. I haven't received so many orders at the moment, so I don't need it yet."
Too many staff.”
Ye Lancheng hummed in agreement, and had already begun to think about what kind of assistant she should find for An Zhisu. An Zhisu was happily planning Su Huan's development. She thought about it. Although there were not many orders now, she still had to take care of her.
The pattern will be enlarged a little. When she is free on weekends, she will take time to go back to Suzhou and invite a few embroiderers to come over and make more clothes. Then she will use them for publicity and slowly open them.
market.
"How do you want to develop Su Huan in the future? Do you have any ideas?" Ye Lancheng had planned to find an assistant for An Zhisu and asked casually. "Yes." An Zhisu danced and talked: "Su Huan is with my mother.
When I was in charge, I only dealt in cheongsams. But I don't intend to stick to the old rules. I want to break this limitation. I will not only design cheongsams, but also other fashions. I want to run Suhuan into a classic and traditional fashion brand.
It is a brand that is both fashionable and fashionable, and it only carries private high-end customization routes, and only sells one style of clothing.”
"The idea is good." Ye Lancheng praised him sincerely. He originally planned to give her some advice, but now it seems that his little wife is very talented in doing business. An Zhisu hummed proudly and smiled again.
: "The main reason is that hand embroidery is too complicated and there is no way to produce it on an assembly line. Only smuggling high-end custom lines can find another way, and women don't like people wearing the same clothes as themselves. If I can provide them with the "only"
Waiter, they are naturally willing to come to my place to order clothes."
"It's very thoughtful." Ye Lancheng praised it without hesitation: "When the studio is established, you can ask mom to introduce you to clients. She knows a lot of famous ladies who are stupid and have a lot of money."
puff……
An Zhisu couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, people are stupid and have a lot of money. Ye Lancheng, it turns out you can tell jokes too."
Ye Lancheng raised the corners of his lips: "This is the truth. Your private high-end customization route requires some stupid and wealthy customers. This is the same as jewelry. Those ladies and ladies spend their money to buy vanity.
They will support anyone who can satisfy their vanity."
It was rare for An Zhisu to hear Ye Lancheng speak so many words in one breath, and he was still teaching her business skills. She couldn't help teasing him: "Ye Lancheng, you are such a profiteer, you have such a precise grasp of consumers' psychology."
Ye Lancheng was not angry, and glanced at her sideways: "Well, Mrs. Profiteer, you have to work hard and strive to become a profiteer as soon as possible."
"Well, then we won't be a pair of profiteers flying together." An Zhisu laughed loudly, feeling that his metaphor was ridiculous.
Ye Lancheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Well, it sounds good to be a pair of profiteers who fly together and grow old together."
...The next day, An Zhisu stayed at home for a day. In the morning, she spent half a day drawing the design drawings for the studio decoration and gave them to Song Jiaren. They had dinner with her at noon. She returned in the afternoon
After returning home, she continued to make clothes for Xia Jingze. Near evening, she received Xu Bao’s
Zhu’s phone number.
Xu Baozhu expressed her intention to talk to An Zhisu on the phone. An Zhisu readily agreed, asked her the location, called Ye Lancheng and drove out.
Xu Baozhu's family lived in a shantytown, so we made an appointment at a place relatively close to her home. An Zhisu found a place to park and saw Xu Baozhu from a distance.
Xu Baozhu also saw her and showed her dimples: "Miss An."
"Baozhu." An Zhisu was not polite to her. He directly called her by name and said, "I'm a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me sister."
Xu Baozhu changed her words obediently: "Sister Su."
"Be good." An Zhisu pinched her little face. When he saw a milk tea shop opposite, he pursed his lips and said, "Let's go sit there for a while. I'll treat you to milk tea."
"Let me invite Sister Su. I invited Sister Su out. I worked in that milk tea shop, and they could give me a discount." Xu Baozhu said with a sincere face.
An Zhisu laughed and said politely: "Okay."
Xu Baozhu smiled even more happily and led the way, leading An Zhisu across the road and into the milk tea shop.
"Sister Su, what flavor do you want?" Xu Baozhu asked her after coming in.
"Red bean." An Zhisu ordered the flavor she often drinks without thinking. This is her only favorite milk tea flavor. Xu Baozhu's eyes narrowed when she smiled: "What a coincidence, I also like to drink red bean flavor."
.Sister Su, I’ll go buy it, and you can find a place to sit.”