Chapter 70 The Seventieth Day of Not Running Away The Seventieth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 70 The Seventieth Day of Not Running Away The Seventieth Day of Not Running Away...

More and more people gathered to watch.

After Liu Shiyu and the others had finished walking around, Liu Yan quickly went up to them. As soon as she did, the onlookers protested.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! We want to watch the fashion show!"

"Yes, we want to see beautiful women on the runway!"

Liu Yan was not annoyed at all, but happy. She picked up a megaphone and said, "Those who want to see the models walk the runway can wait a little while. Everyone can go to our stall and take a look. The pants that the models are wearing are exclusively designed by our factory. They have all sizes and colors. As long as you put them on, you are a model."

As soon as she shouted, the onlookers were immediately intrigued.

People have a misconception that if they see a model wearing something that looks good, they will think they will look good in it too.

As soon as Liu Yan called out, a swarm of people rushed toward the stall.

Liu Yan's stall was quite large, about five meters wide, but even so, with so many people crowding in, Jiang Zihan and Lan Linglong were left with nowhere to stand.

"How much are the medium-sized gray jeans?" Zhou Baixue had her eye on the gray jeans. The gray was a lead gray, and she had seen several models wearing this color. They went well with different colored tops and coats. Based on her years of experience buying clothes, she could tell that these jeans were the most suitable and versatile choice.

"One hundred, only one hundred yuan!" Liu Yan shouted.

"One hundred yuan is a bit expensive." Zhou Baixue felt a pang of regret. She was holding the pair of pants in her hand. It wasn't that there weren't jeans for sale at this trade fair, but they were only fifty yuan a pair.

Liu Yan said, "Girl, feel it for yourself, pull it a bit, that material is definitely worth more than its price. If I'm exaggerating, you can drop your pants down and I won't say a word."

Zhou Baixue touched it and her eyes lit up.

Lin Min and the others surrounded her and asked, "How are you?"

Without saying a word, Zhou Baixue counted out one hundred yuan from her fanny pack, "It's worth the price!"

"You have a good eye, sister. You should wear these. They're really comfortable." Liu Yan said as she took the money and handed a plastic bag to Zhou Baixue.

Lin Min and the others were also influenced and started buying as well.

Besides retail, there are also many wholesalers. These people have a sharp eye and can see that Liu Yan and her sister brand jeans are of unparalleled quality and design. Some people even signed orders for a thousand pairs at once.

While selling goods, Liu Yan asked Lan Linglong to help Liu Shiyu and the others walk the runway.

They've made a good start, but they need to keep attracting people through fashion shows.

These days, vendors are very simple. At most, they just call out a few times and have their young women dressed up to attract customers. They're nothing like Liu Yan and Wen Chan, who come up with all sorts of fancy tricks, like fashion shows and giving away brochures.

With these two moves, even a dog passing by would have to buy a pair of jeans from them.

On the first day, they sold more than 8,000 pairs of pants and had orders for 5,000 pairs of jeans.

Liu Yan and the others didn't rest from morning till night. They ate meals on time, taking turns. Wen Chan helped buy the food.

Only after the trade fair ended and the trucks took everyone home were people finally able to sit down and catch their breath.

Liu Yan's parents go to bed early, and Liu Yan doesn't want to go home right now. She's too tired to move.

Wen Chan then discussed it with Chen Bozheng, suggesting that they sleep in the west courtyard while Chen Bozheng would find Fatty to stay with them for the night.

Without men around, everyone in this house is free to do as they please.

Jiang Zihan was exhausted. She lay on the chair, kicked off her shoes and socks, and said, "No, I'm so tired. My feet don't even feel like my own anymore."

Liu Yan picked up two large bags of luggage from the ground and said, "Okay, we'll count the money ourselves."

Jiang Zihan sat up straight immediately, but the movement was too big, and she accidentally pulled her neck, letting out a cry of pain.

Wen Chan chuckled and brought out a few cups. "I've made some milk for you, just to tide you over. Tomorrow I'll buy some biscuits so you can have something to eat if you get hungry."

After drinking the milk, everyone regained some of their energy.

Liu Yan poured all the money from her bag onto the ground with a splash, and everyone simply sat down on the ground and started counting the money.

Apart from pre-ordered items, all transactions today are cash transactions.

"One hundred, two hundred..."

"One hundred thousand, one hundred and fifty thousand..."

"Five hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand..."

The more money you count, the more sober you become; the more you count, the clearer your mind becomes.

I was feeling a bit sleepy before, but now I'm completely wide awake.

"How much? How much in total?" Liu Yan's lips trembled slightly; she couldn't believe it.

Wen Chan said, "Today we sold a total of 820,000."

"Eight hundred and twenty thousand?!" Liu Yan exclaimed, her voice shrill with excitement. After regaining her composure, she quickly lowered her voice and asked incredulously, "Is it really eight hundred and twenty thousand?"

“That’s right.” Wen Chan nodded. “There are over a thousand counterfeit coins inside. Be careful when you collect the money tomorrow.”

"Yes, yes, yes." Liu Yan's mind was completely blank at this moment.

Her eyes fell on the money, and she rubbed her eyes. "Eighty-two hundred thousand, eighty-two hundred thousand?"

"Sis, we still have five days left. Maybe we can earn two or three million!"

Lan Linglong was overjoyed, her cheeks flushed.

She had heard that hit products could make a lot of money. It took three months to finish this pair of jeans. Although everyone was confident, no one knew how it would turn out until the results came out.

Unexpectedly, it far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Liu Yan's heart was pounding, and she swallowed hard. "If we can really earn three million, Linglong and Zihan, I'll give each of you a 10,000 yuan red envelope."

"Really?" Jiang Zihan was overjoyed. No one would complain about having too much money, especially since Jiang Zihan planned to invest in stocks later, so the more capital she had, the better.

Liu Yan laughed and said, "When have I ever told a lie?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Wen Chan and said, "Wen Chan, I won't give you any, but don't worry, I'll give you and Sister Zhao a bonus at the end of the month."

Wen Chan and Zhao Dan, a married couple, each own 10% of the shares, meaning that after deducting costs, they can directly receive one-tenth of the dividends.

Wen Chan said to Liu Yan, "There's no rush. It's the same whether we split it up quarter by quarter. Let's seize the opportunity first. How much stock do we have in our warehouse?"

Lan Linglong, quick-witted as ever, immediately replied, "There are still over six thousand more!"

"Have the workers work overtime tomorrow, pay them double. We can't afford to run out of stock. Also, tell Lao Zhang to send over more fabric as soon as possible, so we don't run into a shortage."

Wen Chan said.

Liu Yan said, "Yes, all of this needs to be arranged."

Liu Yan secretly regretted that if she had known that jeans could make so much money, she should have been bolder and bought more sewing machines.

She said, "Tomorrow, I'll ask the workers to ask if they know any relatives or friends who want to come and earn money. It would be best if they have a sewing machine at home and can bring it along. I'll give them thirty yuan for each person they introduce!"

That's a good idea.

After discussing it for a while, everyone hurried off to sleep.

When I arrived at the trade fair the next day, it was already packed with people even before I got there.

Liu Yan and the others were taken aback.

The fat man rubbed his eyes. "That's strange. We just arrived, how come there are already so many people at the stall?"

"They're here! They're here! The sisters' jeans are here!" Someone with sharp eyes spotted Liu Yan and the others coming and immediately shouted.

A group of people immediately swarmed around, saying, "I want to buy medium-sized jeans, any color."

"Give me a hundred pairs of jeans in all sizes and colors. I brought cash."

Oh my god.

So many people are here to buy jeans.

Liu Yan hurriedly agreed to everyone's requests while also trying to get things moving.

Everyone was mentally prepared, but no one expected it to be even more popular today than yesterday. The reason was simple: they were in the newspaper.

The trade fair featured a fashion show as a gimmick, and as soon as it was published in the newspaper this morning, shrewd small business owners and fashion-conscious young women couldn't resist.

Towards the end of the trade fair, Liu Yan's garment factory was in such high demand that the pants they produced could not meet the demand. In the end, they had to say that they had no stock and could only accept pre-orders, with half of the pre-order payment required upfront. Even so, they still secured orders for more than 60,000 pairs of pants.

Trucks from Anhui were delivering denim fabric to Beijing in batches. We thought fifty tons of fabric would be a problem, but in the end, it was even less.

Liu Yan placed another order for 100 tons of denim fabric with Factory Director Zhang.

Wei Xian and Factory Director Zhang hadn't expected Liu Yan and her team to have such a big appetite. The weaving factory, which was on the verge of collapse, immediately sprang into action as soon as the money arrived.

The workers are finally getting their wages.

Zhao Dan and his wife personally visited Beijing, bringing a large pile of gifts, including quartz watches, gold necklaces, and cosmetics, skincare products, and perfumes from Hong Kong.

“It’s rare for you to come all the way to Beijing, how can we let you spend so much money?” Liu Yan quickly refused. “I was a little embarrassed to accept the gold ship you gave me last time, these are even more valuable, so I can’t accept them.”

Liu Yan was quite perceptive; she could easily tell that Zhao Dan and his wife had bought designer brands.

Liu's parents were somewhat envious and wanted it, but because Liu Yan had earned a lot of money this month and her words carried considerable weight in the family, they didn't dare to interrupt.

"Take it, don't be so polite with me, girl. We heard your business is booming, and we're all happy for you."

With a broad smile, Zhao Dan said sincerely, "We came here intending to learn from you and gain some experience. If you don't take it, we'll feel bad."

Upon hearing this, the smile that had been on Liu's father's face faded, and a hint of wariness and vigilance appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Liu Yan felt helpless. She made an excuse and said to Zhao Dan, "Sister, then I'll shamelessly accept it. Mom and Dad, you take the things home first. Sister Zhao, Brother Ye, we'll go out to eat later. As the hosts, we must treat you well."

“Okay, I’ve heard that there’s a lot of good food in Beijing. We’re in for a treat tonight,” Zhao Dan said.

Boss Ye also said, "Girl, you've really done something amazing this time. We've all heard about what a big thing you did in Shenzhen."

Liu Yan laughed and said, "Don't praise me. It's mainly thanks to Wen Chan. If it weren't for her idea, I wouldn't have thought it would become so popular and profitable."

Zhao Dan said, "It doesn't matter whose credit it is, as long as we can make money, that's all that matters, don't you think?"

Zhao Dan's words, though rough, were not without merit.

That evening, Liu Yan paid for everyone to have dinner at the Mingzhu Restaurant, including the female workers.

The next day, Zhao Dan and her husband saw how much money the Sisters' Jeans brand had made in the past month; there were over four million yuan in their accounts.

"How come there are so many?" Even though the couple was somewhat prepared, they were still taken aback.

Liu Yan said, "Half of this is a deposit. The factory hasn't finished producing all the orders yet. I estimate that it will be at least June before we can pay off the orders. By then, we'll have about seven million yuan."

Zhao Dan did the math in her head: 10% of seven million would be over seven hundred thousand.

Her heart was pounding. Wen Chan was indeed a female god of wealth. Investing with her was sure to be a good choice. She made money no matter what she invested in.

Originally, Zhao Dan thought that even if she lost money investing 200,000 yuan in Liu Yan, she would still make friends with Liu Yan and do Wen Chan a favor.

Who would have thought that Liu Yan's sister brand jeans would make money so quickly and so much?

This time, it was the couple who owed Wen Chan an enormous favor.