Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 445 - 441: The Boss Is Releasing New Arrivals

Chapter 445: Chapter 441: The Boss Is Releasing New Arrivals

This is representative of wealthy people.

Cafe Women’s Clothing, with its unique designs and well-applied colors, offers made-to-measure services, but the prices are commensurate. The main thing is, each garment from Cafe Women’s Clothing is unique; once sold, there won’t be any more of the same style. If a piece does get reissued, it might be in a different style, which is why Cafe Women’s Clothing is so popular.

Firstly, because it’s expensive, and secondly, because it’s one-of-a-kind.

Thus, some people of status feel as if they’re lacking something if they don’t wear it, even though foreign major brands haven’t fully entered the domestic major markets yet. But Cafe Women’s Clothing already carries the flair of a major brand.

At this moment, inside Fenghua Clothing Company’s meeting room.

A projector hangs on one of the walls, currently displaying clothing snapped from the streets.

"This year’s fashion colors focus on pale pinkish blues – all very light shades with hints of pink. The designs are simple and elegant. Men’s fashion features dark blue, dark gray, light gray, and black trench coats, and rather tight-fitting trousers, while for women, long woolen coats paired with sweaters and either long pants or skirts dominate. It goes without saying, these are the fashionable colors of the year."

The speaking man, a manager at Fenghua, occasionally knocks on the table with a pen, his eyes scanning the few people present.

"Have any of you seen these clothes? These are on the cutting edge of modern trends. Why are they from other companies and not ours? What are those designers even doing? What’s the point of having them on our payroll?" He pulled out a bunch of design sketches from his drawer and threw them on the table, "Look, this is what our designers have come up with. Who would wear these clothes?"

The sketches on the table, exaggeratedly drafted, featuring wide tops and slender legs; from afar, they resembled tea tree mushrooms.

"Do you want these clothes?" The manager slammed the sketches onto the table again. "We’re not participating in a competition; we need to sell these. If the clothes don’t sell, what are we supposed to eat or drink? Isn’t the fabric and time spent money? And you give me this as your result?"

"All these designers, each one of them highly recruited, what are they even thinking about?"

"I don’t care if you call this type of tea tree mushroom art or whatever, I don’t need art; I need money, right now," he pointed to the wall, "I want these kinds of clothes on the market as soon as possible. If we can’t design them, then just go home and live off your savings!" He stood up abruptly after speaking. Clothes even he desired to purchase, how could they not be good clothes? Yet it’s not their design that sells big. Moreover, he turned back, grabbing the tea tree mushroom design sketch and saw Liu Xiaohua’s name written on it.

A top graduate from Jing University, and this is the level he offers? He truly must have been blind to have selected such a designer.

Who said that talent was unique and irreplaceable? As a result, who did he bring into the company? Just some guy who spends his days creating these useless drawings, hardly any of which are practically usable. On the rare occasion there was a usable one, the resulting clothes always turned out oddly and unsold.

Pattern-makers have complained to him more than once, saying that the clothes designed by Liu Xiaohua are weird, difficult to pattern-make, and waste too much fabric. After several pattern trials and clothes production, even those that hit the market weren’t bought by anyone; they had to be returned to the factory, not even covering the fabric costs.

And more than once, he thought, if only he had hired someone else instead of Liu Xiaohua, wondering if it would still end up like these tea tree mushrooms. He crumpled the design sketch in his hand into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.

"Boss, someone bought quite a lot of our clothes?" Zhang Lulu felt it was odd after selling them. Even wealthy people wouldn’t spend money like this, and they bought both men’s and women’s clothing. It seemed like they weren’t just buying clothes, but rather planning to research them.

"Really?" Qin Xiangnuan was cooking with her phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. Today was her husband Jian Zhiqing’s birthday; they planned to celebrate it well just at home. She had bought lots of ingredients and also prepared a birthday present for her beloved husband.

"Uh..." She placed the spatula down, turned off the stove, and walked to sit down.

"How many pieces did they buy?"

Qin Xiangnuan could already confirm that these people were planning to replicate them.

Zhang Lulu flipped through the account book and counted seriously again.

"Boss, they took a total of twelve pieces."

Twelve pieces? Qin Xiangnuan casually smiled, her red lips curving. Twelve pieces, that’s thousands of dollars; really generous.

"What should we do now, boss?" Zhang Lulu was almost bursting with urgency.

"It’s alright," Qin Xiangnuan had already thought of this. The line between inspiration and plagiarism is thin. What’s in fashion will naturally be imitated by others; business is never a one-man show, especially in clothing. We have what others have too.

"For now, keep selling. In a few days, we’ll launch new designs, remember," she propped her chin on the table, her eyes slightly narrowing, "our brand has something others will never be able to replicate: many of our processes are handcrafted, and only your boss knows this craftsmanship. It’s a tradition thousands of years old, not something everyone can do."

Zhang Lulu sighed in relief upon hearing Qin Xiangnuan say this.

"Li Yuan, the boss said we’re launching new products."

She quickly pulled over Li Yuan, her eyes sparkling as she spoke, excited to try on the clothes herself. Working here meant there was always beautiful clothing to wear.

And Li Yuan also smiled happily until her eyes squinted into crescents. Every time new clothes arrived, it was a chance for them to indulge in dressing up, and some clothes with minor issues were generously given to them by the boss. Wearing those out felt incredibly good.

"Clothes make the man, and indeed the Buddha, as the saying goes,"

Since working here, not only had their tastes improved, but they also confidently changed clothes daily. As they say, a confident woman is more beautiful, and people around them were saying they had become prettier.

It turns out working at Cafe Women’s Clothing has such benefits, becoming prettier together.

The two employees continued to joyfully anticipate the new clothing soon to arrive.

Meanwhile, Fenghua Clothing Company was already preparing to replicate this batch of clothes, with their designers set to make some adjustments.

After the clothes were all taken apart, his senior designers concluded their research findings and reported them to the manager.