Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 63 Discussing Two Business Deals

The sales clerk paused for a moment, then looked Jiang Yang up and down. This young man didn't seem like anyone important.

"What do you want?"

"I'd like to discuss a business deal with him," Jiang Yang said calmly.

The sales clerk hesitated for a moment, then went to call the manager.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman wearing glasses walked over. She was Chu Lan, the manager of Yanjing Building.

The first thing Chu Lan noticed about Jiang Yang when she saw him was his fashionable shirt.

"Comrade, I heard you want to see me?" Chu Lan pushed up his glasses, his tone formulaic.

"Yes." Jiang Yang nodded.

Just like the sales clerk before, Chu Lan asked, "Where did you buy these clothes?"

Jiang Yang still didn't give a direct answer, but simply repeated, "I want to discuss a business deal with you."

Chu Lan admired Jiang Yang's courage; these days, there aren't many people who dare to talk business.

"Then tell me, what kind of business?"

"I own a clothing factory and I'd like to list and sell my clothes in your mall," Jiang Yang said bluntly.

Chu Lan was somewhat surprised. This young man looked like a student, but he was actually the owner of a clothing factory.

Jiang Yang knew what Chu Lan was thinking. He was in college and couldn't be at the store every day, so after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to find a partner.

Although you earn less this way, you have no worries about the future.

"Young man, you must be in your early twenties, right? You say you own a garment factory?"

Jiang Yang smiled frankly and pointed to his shirt: "Manager Chu, this outfit of mine was designed by myself and produced in my own factory."

Chu Lan took a closer look at Jiang Yang's shirt. The cut was indeed novel, a style she had never seen before.

Jiang Yang continued, "I believe there must be middlemen in Yanjing reselling my clothes. Manager Chu, you're very knowledgeable, you must have seen similar styles before, right?"

Chu Lan pondered for a moment: "Recently, several customers in the mall have indeed worn similar fabrics."

Jiang Yang pressed his advantage: "Instead of letting middlemen make a profit, why don't we cooperate directly? Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

Jiang Yang's confident tone and clear logic surprised Chu Lan slightly, but she was still not completely convinced.

Chu Lan shook his head: "Young comrade, your idea is good, but it's not enough. Our mall takes a high-end approach, and all the clothes are made by large manufacturers, so the quality is guaranteed. In addition, we also have imported clothing brands."

She paused, then said with a hint of regret, "We can't hire someone from a small town like you for the time being."

Jiang Yang was not discouraged by the rejection.

Who doesn't get fat overnight?

Everything started from scratch.

Didn't Chanel also start from a small studio and gradually build her fashion empire?

He spoke sincerely: "Manager Chu, no one is born with everything. Although my garment factory is not large, I am confident that my designs will be able to open up the market."

Chu Lan was moved by Jiang Yang's sincerity and confidence.

These days, there aren't many young people who dare to dream and act. Perhaps, we can give him a chance.

Chu Lan slowly said, "I can give you a chance. However, I also have one condition."

Jiang Yang listened attentively.

Chu Lan's tone turned serious: "I'll give you a one-week trial period. If you can't sell two hundred sets in a week, I'll close the store, and you'll have to bear all the losses yourself."

Her sharp gaze was fixed on Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang agreed without hesitation: "Deal. I have great confidence in my design."

Two hundred sets? No problem.

Beijing is so big, we could easily sell thirty sets a day.

He paid Chu Lan a price of 130 yuan per set for men's clothing and 160 yuan per set for women's clothing.

After leaving the shopping mall, Jiang Yang immediately called Li Wen back home to tell her the good news.

Li Wen was delighted to receive the call and immediately instructed people to begin production.

At the factory, the workers worked overtime and produced two hundred sets of clothes in five days.

Jiang Yang calculated that after deducting 20% ​​for fabric costs and other expenses, the profit from a set of clothes could be reduced by half.

However, the transportation cost is higher than the cost of the fabric.

The journey from my hometown to Beijing is long, and the transportation costs are a considerable expense.

The goods arrived shortly afterward.

Jiang Yang took Da Zhuang to unload the goods.

He was about to load the packed clothes into the car with Dazhuang when a sarcastic voice came from the side: "Oh, isn't this Boss Jiang? You've got quite a big business!"

Jiang Yang turned his head and saw a short, fat man wearing a dirty vest, grinning with big yellow teeth, looking at him in a sarcastic tone.

It was Old Huang who had been green with envy when he saw Jiang Yang give Da Zhuang two hundred yuan last time.

Old Huang squinted at Jiang Yang, looking him up and down, his tone filled with jealousy: "Boss Jiang, you've got quite a lot of goods this time. Do you need my help?"

Jiang Yang frowned; he hated these kinds of street thugs the most.

"No need," Jiang Yang replied coldly.

Old Huang wasn't giving up, so he simply blocked Jiang Yang's path: "Boss Jiang, wasn't it a bit too much for you to give that kid Dazhuang two hundred yuan last time? He's a cripple, he's not worth that much money."

Jiang Yang's patience was wearing thin: "What exactly do you mean?"

Old Huang spat out a mouthful of phlegm, revealing a greedy look in his eyes: "Am I not much better than that cripple Dazhuang, a normal person? If you want to use me, it'll be three hundred yuan, one hundred more than Dazhuang."

Jiang Yang scoffed: "Three hundred? No way, how about a punch?"

Old Huang's expression changed, and he said fiercely, "Jiang Yang, don't be so stubborn! Don't you know where you are?"

He pointed around; the people coming and going in the station were all his colleagues.

Old Huang had been driving a tricycle at the station for over ten years and was considered a local "big shot".

Jiang Yang completely ignored Lao Huang's threats. In broad daylight, he didn't believe Lao Huang would dare to do anything outrageous.

However, he underestimated the shamelessness of those at the bottom of society.

"Dazhuang, load it onto the truck," Jiang Yang said to Dazhuang.

Da Zhuang nodded and was about to move the goods when Lao Huang called over several equally disheveled companions, who surrounded Da Zhuang. One of them snatched Jiang Yang's goods and threw them onto Lao Huang's tricycle.

Old Huang looked at Jiang Yang smugly: "Boss Jiang, if you don't pay, don't even think about leaving the station today! Anyway, I can afford to wait."

Jiang Yang suppressed his anger: "This is illegal. I'm calling the police."

Old Huang was fearless: "Go ahead and sue us, we didn't lay a hand on you."

Jiang Yang could not swallow this insult no matter what.

Da Zhuang was furious. He pushed aside the people surrounding him, rushed up to Lao Huang, and roared, "Lao Huang, you've gone too far!"

Old Huang sneered and kicked Da Zhuang.

Although Dazhuang had difficulty walking, he was strong and healthy. He grabbed Lao Huang's foot and twisted it forcefully. Lao Huang screamed and fell to the ground.