Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away -
Chapter 297 Leaving Huacheng!_1
Chapter 297: 297 Leaving Huacheng!_1
She put Xiao Tangtang on the ground, gasping for breath, before planting her hands on her hips and staring at Gu Chen.
Her face was a mixture of anger and amusement, with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Were you laughing at me up there just now?"
As he caught his breath, Gu Chen replied, "Well, it’s easy for me to talk without experiencing it, and besides, you looked too adorable."
Ji Pianran was at a loss for words and just pouted, looking at him with feigned anger.
"You...."
Xiao Tangtang cocked her head, utterly confused.
She couldn’t understand why Daddy had to run, and even more why he had to make Mommy run as well.
"Daddy, I want to go back, that uncle just now said he’d make sure I had enough toys!" The little one looked at Gu Chen seriously.
From the start to the end of the court session, those people never stopped expressing their gratitude.
Many of them offered to cover Xiao Tangtang’s tuition fees, as well as toys, clothes, and the like.
All of which Ji Pianran steadily refused.
Seeing Xiao Tangtang speak like this, Gu Chen was torn between feeling helpless and wanting to laugh. He reached out, caressed his daughter’s cheek, and said tenderly, "Honey, we shouldn’t accept things from strangers~"
After that, he lifted the little girl into his arms and the family walked to the curb, hailing a taxi to return to the hotel.
It was undeniable that Huacheng’s hotels were quite luxurious, they even offered services to purchase flight tickets.
Gu Chen now intended to have the hotel staff buy three tickets so they could head home that evening.
No sooner had he given the driver the address than the phone in his pocket rang.
Pulling it out, he saw it was Manager Wang.
Manager Wang had selected all the best-selling clothing designs the day before, spending all night and the next morning on this task, choosing over a hundred women’s and a hundred men’s styles.
After only three hours of sleep, he got up to report the situation to Gu Chen.
He wanted Gu Chen to review the styles.
As long as Gu Chen approved of them,
he could confidently and boldly place orders with the factories.
Gu Chen answered the call, "Hello, what’s up?"
"President Gu, I’ve chosen some clothing styles and would like you to have a look. Are you available?"
In those days, without the competition from Taobao and JD.com, running a brick-and-mortar store was quite profitable.
Especially clothing—’Guangzhou goods’ were three words that represented everything.
Moreover, Gu Chen had been reborn and had seen many different styles in his future life.
To be honest, if he were to summarize the situation with clothing, he would say they’re more or less the same.
Fashion is a cycle; it’s round.
All those rebirth novels that claim you can rake in huge profits just by remembering a few popular styles of the future are complete nonsense, just fooling people.
Leaving aside everything else, have suits, shirts, sweatshirts, coats—have these articles of clothing undergone any major changes from their inception till now?
Not at all!
The possible improvements are only in minor details, adding some intricacies here and there.
A slight variation, and it becomes a new model.
Regarding clothes that are all the rage and take the world by storm, Gu Chen had never seen such a thing.
And to address wearing fashions from Milan Fashion Week of the future, that’s avant-garde enough, isn’t it? Fashionable enough, right?
But who can guarantee that what’s acceptable in 2020 will also be accepted in 2000?
People’s thought processes change gradually with the progress of society, and it’s normal to keep pace with the times.
Clothing isn’t a game, it is shaped by aesthetics formed over decades since childhood.
This industry isn’t like gaming or new media.
If introduced suddenly, it’ll just end up becoming a mess that gets bashed by everyone.
Everything has a process, evolved over time.
It’s definitely not something you can succeed in just by fooling around.
He felt that those designers were much more skilled than he was, and there really wasn’t any need for him to look.
President Gu chuckled.
"No need to see, I trust your judgment. I just have one requirement, it must meet popular aesthetics, and another one is that the quality must pass muster— it must be comfortable and the material has to be top-notch."
Wang Zhong took it as President Gu’s trust in him, he was almost moved to tears now. What kind of immortal boss was this, so good to him, not to mention the 100% trust, but also fully empowering him.
He was so energized it was frightening, "Rest assured, I will definitely choose well. If not, I’ll answer for it with my head!"
Upon hearing this, President Gu couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Answer for it with his head?
Did he think he was living in ancient times?
Murder required one to pay with their life, and he definitely couldn’t afford Wang Zhong’s head.
"You’d better keep that head of yours to make money," he said, then his tone became serious again.
"By the way, I’m going back to buy a plane ticket now. If everything goes as planned, I should be on the eight o’clock flight tonight. I’ll have to trouble you to take care of my elder brother from now on."
When Wang Zhong heard that President Gu was leaving, he was shocked.
"Are you in such a hurry?"
He had thought about taking President Gu to tour some garment factories when he had the time.
President Gu nodded, "Yes, I can’t help it, there are so many things still waiting for me."
Not to mention anything else, the plots of land he had leased were all using seeds from space. Tian Laosì didn’t have a phone at home. After these few days, he had no idea what the situation was like now.
There were also goji berries, he had to go back to ship them out and obtain a business license.
All these things had to be done personally.
In short, it was one thing to say, money wasn’t easy to earn, if you wanted to make money, you had to worry about it!
Wang Zhong thought for a moment, "How about this, you guys go back and rest first, and when it’s time, I’ll take you to the airport."
Since President Gu had to leave, he couldn’t keep him, after all the man was the boss, and the boss had a lot of business to attend to.
Any delays were a matter of money.
But he could give them a ride.
President Gu didn’t refuse, he nodded, "All right, then I’ll have to trouble you, brother."
After hanging up the phone, the family of three returned to the hotel.
President Gu went to the lobby to buy plane tickets.
Ji Pianran was packing their luggage in the room.
When they came, they had brought nothing with them, but now they were going back with two full suitcases of luggage: one for Ji Pianran, and one for Tangtang.
By six o’clock, Wang Zhong appeared downstairs on time.
The family of three got into his Xiali and set off in the direction of Baiyun Airport.
On the way, Xiao Tangtang looked curious, "Daddy, what does a plane look like?"
She had never been on a plane and had no idea if it looked like a little bird.
Hearing her, President Gu smiled tenderly, "A plane has two wings and can fly very high, even higher than little birds."
In Tangtang’s little mind, birds were the highest-flying creatures in the world.
To hear that a plane could fly even higher was simply astonishing!
"Then, does a plane have to eat a lot?"
Her innocent look amused the three adults, and they all laughed heartily.
Wang Zhong, holding the steering wheel, glanced back, "Planes don’t eat food; they run on fuel, just like uncle’s car."
Tangtang looked confused.
"Run on fuel? Can it catch fire?"
President Gu shook his head, smiling helplessly.
There was no helping it; kids were so innocent.
He smiled, "A plane’s food is gasoline, and uncle’s car also needs gasoline to run. Understand now?"
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