In front of the two, Lao Su and his wife, Dai Paipai maintained her composure. It wasn't due to her exceptional composure skills, but because she had a pillar of support in her heart.
However, after Lao Su and his wife left, Dai Paipai immediately showed her true colors.
She took out Wang Mingshuai's phone and started making frantic calls.
These contacts were Wang Mingshuai's network.
Dai Paipai hoped to use her husband's remaining connections to first help Lao Su and his wife resolve their crisis.
As for her father-in-law—
In the heart of Paipai’s boss, Li Qianfan served as a protector.
He protected her from being coerced by Zhao Lianjin into kneeling at his feet and singing his praises.
Regarding company business, how much help could a young, inexperienced person like Li Qianfan offer?
After all, Paipai Fashion's monthly uniform sales volume reached a staggering ten thousand sets.
While Li Qianfan was talking with Lao Su, Dai Paipai made seven or eight consecutive calls.
The relationships Wang Mingshuai had painstakingly built—
I'm sorry.
They now belonged to Zhao Lianjin!
When people received Dai Paipai’s calls, they spoke politely, but it was merely politeness.
Paipai’s boss was not foolish and quickly understood what was happening.
She wept silently in despair, "Mingshuai, can you open your eyes and see what you've done?"
Just as Paipai’s boss was feeling helpless, Li Qianfan walked in.
Her eyes immediately lit up. She hurried to him, grabbed his arm, and blurted out asking him what to do.
Before she could finish speaking—
Dai Paipai came to her senses, gave a bitter smile, and let go of his arm.
She had already analyzed at that time that Li Qianfan couldn't help her in such matters. Why was she still asking him?
"I was just asking casually. Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to help Director Su and the others overcome this difficulty," Dai Paipai said softly, then turned and walked towards the office desk.
From behind her—
Li Qianfan's voice came: "Within a month, securing thirty thousand sets of uniform business is not a problem for me."
Her delicate body trembled violently.
Her eyes widened.
Dai Paipai, with an incredibly difficult expression, slowly turned to look at Li Qianfan, and asked in a dry voice, "Father-in-law, what did you just say?"
Li Qianfan sat down on a chair and repeated what he had just said.
How was that possible?
Since Paipai Fashion was established, even during its best sales periods, it had only secured forty thousand sets of orders in a quarter.
Now Li Qianfan claimed he could secure thirty thousand sets of business in a month.
Paipai’s boss stood frozen, trembling for a full twelve seconds before stumbling to Li Qianfan's side.
She gently massaged his shoulders and whispered, "Father-in-law, please don't lie to me."
"What's the point of lying to you?"
Li Qianfan glanced back at her and said, "I now have a general understanding of Paipai Fashion. I wanted to ask you, after you fully take control of the company, what are your long-term development plans?"
Did Dai Paipai have any long-term development plans?
Not at all!
Her biggest wish right now was to kick Zhao Lianjin out (and kill him if possible), and firmly keep the company in her own hands.
Seeing her foolish look, Li Qianfan lost the urge to ask further.
He stated directly—
"Although the company's current monthly volume is acceptable, the profit margin on uniforms is too thin."
"The price of a set of uniforms is only around three hundred yuan. Ten thousand sets would be three million."
"After deducting all costs, the profit per set of uniforms is about ninety yuan. Ten thousand sets would be nine hundred thousand."
"However, nearly half of this ninety thousand needs to be given back to clients as rebates."
"In other words, with Paipai Fashion selling ten thousand sets a month, the net profit is only around five hundred thousand."
"Add to that the expenses for hosting dinners and giving gifts during festivals, and the annual net profit is about three to four million yuan."
"The profit margin for autumn and winter uniforms is acceptable, but summer uniforms are not very profitable."
"Averaged across the four seasons, maintaining an annual profit of two million would be a stroke of good luck."
Li Qianfan asked at this point, "Am I right?"
Dai Paipai nodded vigorously.
Honestly speaking,
For a small enterprise valued at tens of millions, being able to provide three hundred jobs, pay taxes truthfully, and still make a net profit of two million was already quite good.
"Uniforms are not profitable."
Li Qianfan continued, "If you want to succeed, you should focus on brand clothing. In any era, brand premium is the most profitable."
Dai Paipai's eyebrows shot up. "Don't I know what you're saying?"
Paipai Fashion also had its own brand, which was the "Paipai Series" of men's and women's wear.
It included casual, formal, and sportswear.
The quality and styles were decent.
They had also advertised on various media platforms.
They had even kept up with the times by inviting popular influencers for live sales.
Unfortunately—
Who would favor a small, obscure brand?
The Paipai Series, priced much lower than branded fashion, was seen as cheap and of poor quality.
Coupled with mediocre advertising efforts, the Paipai Series fashion had failed to gain traction in Qingyun.
Li Qianfan asked again, "Do you want to expand Paipai Fashion and turn the Paipai Series into a brand?"
In Paipai's boss's eyes, an uncontrollable fire began to burn as she looked at Li Qianfan.
She nodded heavily, "Yes!"
Before Li Qianfan could say anything, she walked around the chair and sat on the edge of the desk. "Desperately!"
Isn't standing fine?
Sitting on my desk edge, what does that mean?
Do you want me to see how fair your legs are?
Li Qianfan glanced at those fair legs and looked up at Paipai’s boss.
Paipai’s boss had no idea what she was doing.
She just stared intently at Li Qianfan with her fire-burning eyes, "Father-in-law, you have ignited my ambition in my career. You must take responsibility for me."
At one forty in the afternoon.
In the conference room of Paipai Fashion.
Zhao Lianjin sat behind the long table at the head of the room, a wide smile on his face.
There was still a palm print on his left cheek.
That was a gift from Aunt Lan, who had casually slapped him when he went to the special investigation office that morning to apologize to her.
A single slap could resolve Ning Xiaolan's hostility towards Zhao Lianjin; that was a worthwhile transaction.
Below the stage.
In addition to more than a dozen middle and senior management personnel from the company, more than ten people from the sales department were also present.
The meeting, originally scheduled for 1:30 PM, had not yet begun.
Paipai’s boss had not yet arrived.
Even though Zhao Lianjin had already essentially taken control of the company, sidelined Dai Paipai, and even arrogantly informed her of the meeting through Zhao Tong,
In public, Zhao Lianjin still had to show Dai Paipai the necessary respect.
"Paipai will definitely be furious after receiving Tongtong's call."
"But who can she blame?"
"If she were willing to praise me, she would only need to stay at home, bear children, and be a good wife and mother."
"A foolish woman, did she really think she could contend with me by shamelessly using her looks to capture a young man who knows medicine?"
"The ultimate outcome would be her constantly shouting 'Daddy' while praising me!"
"And that idiot, Su Laiyun."
"Even if Ning Xiaolan is your wife, if you can't complete the task, you'll just have to get out."
"However, that woman Ning Xiaolan's hands, although they hurt when they hit, are very smooth."
"She's past her prime, yet she maintains such good care of herself."
"No wonder Old Su's hair is half gone."
"Alas, can Old Su still last three minutes now?"
Zhao Lianjin smiled faintly, his thoughts wandering aimlessly. Just then, he heard the sound of crisp footsteps from the corridor outside.
He turned to look.
The graceful Paipai’s boss—
Her expression was calm, her bare legs, not wearing stockings, her snow-white feet in high heels, walked in with a clicking sound.