mtl008 Chapter 231 Self-esteem
Chapter 231 Self-esteem
There was sudden silence next door for a long time, no one spoke, and after half a minute, someone gradually spoke.
Some people supported the original manufacturing model, while others opposed it and suggested that the factory directly produce the other two main products. In this way, Yunshang's original brand would be swallowed up, and within a few years, this clothing brand would no longer exist on the streets.
Obviously, the reason was not valid. Lin Moxiao disagreed to change it into a wedding dress factory and insisted on going for a modified style. As for what style it was, everyone had different opinions.
Then, another quarrel was heard inside. Jiang Shuya felt a little annoyed and had a headache. She couldn't help but sigh: It turns out that running a business is so difficult.
Thinking of her sister's technology company, she quickly picked up the phone and called to inquire. After answering the call, she was secretly delighted. Chen Lin had left Yiyun and really led the team to set up his own technology company.
Wen Qing also kept her promise and invested 500 million as the company's early operation and research and development. What Jiang Shuya did not expect was that Yi Yun would also join in the second investment.
The unexpected surprise made Jiang Shuya sigh that all resources come from ability itself. Let others see that you have equal value. People are meant to use each other.
She sat on the chair with her eyes closed and simply turned on her cell phone to listen to some music.
''Are you comfortable?''
She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up from the soft chair, turned off the music, and felt a little embarrassed, with a flushed face.
"I've heard everything about the meeting. Do you have any good ideas?" He picked up a cup and made a cup of coffee.
Jiang Shuya was puzzled: "Don't you have an assistant? How can you pour the water by yourself?"
"We've hired a new one, he's in South City, inspecting the production."
Jiang Shuya pursed her lips and gave him the seat. Lin Moxiao took a sip of coffee, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked into the distance, overlooking the beautiful scenery of Jinling, thinking silently. The events in South City in recent days made him a little anxious.
"In fact, the reform model you advocated is correct, but you don't have their support. New employees don't have enough experience, and they want to make drastic changes, but they face a lot of resistance. In this case, it's better to make the best of it," Jiang Shuya said.
Lin Moxiao looked back, somewhat puzzled:
''You mean, do what they say?''
"Some people are so unreasonable that they will not turn back until they hit a wall. You can divide them into two main lines, one traditional and one improved model. Whichever one is profitable will be eliminated. In the process of walking on this road, you can also deal with those who are stumbling blocks," she said.
Lin Moxiao shook his head:
"They are shareholders, not ordinary employees, and cannot be fired at will."
Jiang Shuya couldn't help laughing when she heard this:
"So what? When running a business, the boss makes the decisions. A smart person knows the current situation and is a hero. If they insist on their own ideas and don't want to give Yunshang Garment a job, they can sign an agreement with them, a bet agreement, and ask them if they dare to take it. If they don't dare, they can stand aside. If they are willing, they can follow their ideas and take the traditional route. If they lose money, let them withdraw. Isn't this a clear statement?"
"Sometimes running a company requires ruthlessness. You can't play by the rules when dealing with some people. Patience alone is not enough."
Lin Moxiao had finished his cup of coffee, and walked towards her with a frown on his face, placing his hands on her shoulders:
"Of course I know all this. Now we are laying the groundwork for the improved style. What are we doing? Someone suggested: wedding dresses, suits, women's clothing, children's clothing, these factories are all in Yangcheng, and if they are made again, there will be overlaps. Jinling South City is the exclusive Yunshang Garment Factory, which belongs to my grandmother alone, and cannot be confused with others. Those people just want to pull it into the camp of the other two major brands."
So that's why. No wonder they all support traditional clothing making.
Jiang Shuya kept tapping the table with both hands, as if thinking about something. She sat down again and thought quietly for a while before saying:
"Making Hanfu and hiring some professional Hanfu designers is a very clear route. It will be a special fashion in the eyes of young people in the future. It will soon be recognized by the public, especially in scenic spots and ancient towns. It is the most popular."
Her proposal was so bold that Lin Moxiao found it hard to digest.
"How do you know it will be accepted by the new generation of young people, and how do you think it will appear on the streets? Are you sure this weird clothing will not attract public criticism?"
Jiang Shuya recalled the popularity of Hanfu ten years later, especially after the epidemic. Young men and women wearing Hanfu could be seen everywhere, as well as Hanfu parent-child outfits, from ancient times, Hanfu brocade robes, the Tang and Song dynasties, to the Qingming period, with various varieties.
"my country has a history of 5,000 years, and Hanfu culture has spread all over the world. The costumes of each dynasty are different in form. Dozens of dynasties have their own unique aspects. In those film and television dramas, you can tell at a glance which ones are from the Qing Dynasty and which ones are from the Ming Dynasty. If you are professional, you can cooperate with film and television companies."
After a pause she continued:
"Don't you like classical music? Culture is a symbol, and it has the most classic and profound meaning."
At this point, Jiang Shuya felt that she had said too much, so she suggested going to see her cousin and then leave.
"Jiang Shuya, you haven't finished yet." Lin Moxiao was digesting it, but she said she was leaving.
"I have to go now. There are a lot of things to do in the store. The new store is still under renovation. I am very busy."
"Okay, I'll take you there."
Jiang Shuya came to the sales department, an office area where several case handlers were also there. She stood at the door, met her cousin's gaze, nodded, gave her an encouraging look, and without saying a word, turned and left.
"Go and do your work. Don't send me off. There are so many people staring at me."
The staff members coming and going in the company's corridors kept their eyes on Jiang Shuya, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Lin Moxiao seemed to be used to it: "Will you come to my place tonight?"
Jiang Shuya frowned:
"No, I will persuade my cousin to resign once her matter is resolved. I believe that the email was not sent by her."
Lin Moxiao's face turned dark:
"What do you mean, are you using me? Why do you keep me in suspense? Do you think I'm patient?"
He spoke a little loudly, attracting others' prying eyes.
"What do you want, Lin Moxiao? I have already satisfied your needs, haven't I? I don't even want my self-esteem anymore."
Lin Moxiao sneered, mockingly, and pulled her arm, saying:
"Jiang Shuya, you think you are worth 500 million a night, right? You think too highly of yourself. No matter what the result of Jiang Shuyue's case is, I have lost 500 million. Calculate how many nights you should accompany me."
She was wearing high heels and trying to break free from his hand. She lowered her voice and asked, "What do you want?"
Lin Moxiao's eyes were cold:
''I want you to live there starting tonight and meet my needs every day until I let you leave.''
Jiang Shuya bit her lip and raised her hand in anger:
He slapped him in the face with a loud "Pa", which instantly attracted a crowd of onlookers. Those people opened their mouths wide and looked at the man who hit General Lin in disbelief.
Lin Moxiao tilted his head and covered his face with one hand. Jiang Shuya hurriedly broke free and squeezed out of the crowd.