The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

After Wei Yijia left, Rongling's life returned to the dullness of the past. Every day, he went to the mall to take out goods, or went to the wholesale market to buy goods.

After the whole summer vacation, Rong Ling did the math, and his income from selling clothes and pants was nearly 3000 yuan.

Aside from the cost, she earned about [-] yuan. In just two months, it was more than the manuscript fee in the past year.

Rong Ling is now 17 years old. She then went to the college to find a counselor to issue an identity certificate, and the bank approved the request to open a new passbook in her name.

She deposited all the money she earned, and only left more than 100 pocket money for herself.

It's a pity that school will start soon, and Rong Ling has no time to set up a stall.

And these days, she only wants to make money. Others are also trying their best to make money. Not long after, when Rong Ling and her classmates went shopping, they found that there were more people selling various clothes and accessories at the stalls.

It seems that if you want to earn more, you must have unique characteristics.

Rong Ling found that now both the shopping malls and the small stalls outside sell relatively simple clothes and trousers.

She went to the library to borrow a few books about design, and based on her modern memories, she sketched out different styles of clothing.

Although Rong Ling is not a professional designer, she is willing to work hard to learn, coupled with the guidance of the golden finger of the system, within one to a week, Rong Ling has drawn a full manuscript of clothing styles.

She first showed her drawing to her roommates. These girls were about the same age as Hua'er, and chattered: "It looks good, but is this style a bit too figure-defining?"

"What do you know, you old hat, this is called fashion."

"That's right, people abroad are still wearing shorts and suspenders on the street, what is Rong Ling?"

The roommate said something to each other, and Rong Ling extracted the key information, that is, her clothes are good-looking, but they seem too "foreign".

But this Rong Ling is not worried, he is not in a backward place, but in the most advanced and advanced capital in the country. After the reform and opening up, everyone only looks conservative on the surface, but in fact they all have a heart that is eager to try.

Rong Ling decided to give it a try, but she was not a tailor, so she couldn't make clothes by herself, and she didn't know how to find a factory to cooperate with.

"It's not difficult." Lin Bing, Rong Ling's roommate, patted his chest and assured, "I have an uncle who is opening a factory. When I am free on the weekend, I will take you to meet him."

It's really hard to find anywhere, and it doesn't take much effort to get it, Rong Ling happily agreed.

On Saturday, Rong Ling got up early in the morning. In order to make himself look less immature, Rong Ling drew his eyebrows and put on lipstick, so that he looked more mature.

Uncle Lin Bing's factory was outside the third ring road, and the two took two bus stops, and it took nearly three hours to get there.

Seeing his niece suddenly, Lin Bing's uncle Wang Qiang was very happy, but also curious about the overly beautiful Rong Ling beside her: "Who is this?"

Lin Bing hurriedly introduced to him and explained why he came.

"I can't agree to that." Wang Qiang quickly waved his hands, "The little girl is young, and she likes to study better than anything else. Isn't she asking for trouble when she starts a business?"

Rong Ling expected that she was still a college student, and the other party would not be convinced, so she didn't panic at all: "If Mr. Wang is free, you can take a look at my manuscript first, and I also made some money selling clothes during the summer vacation, even if I lost money In the worst case, I will toss for nothing for two months, and spend my own money to buy a lesson."

When Wang Qiang heard that Rong Ling had experience in this field, he relaxed a little, but he still hesitated.

Lin Bing defended Rong Ling: "Uncle, you don't want to look at people through the cracks of the door—you look down on people. Rong Ling is amazing. He was able to publish articles in magazines and novels when he was in high school. He is not an ordinary person. "

Wang Qiang looked at Rong Ling with more reverence for an instant.

He came out to enter the society after graduating from junior high school, so he naturally had an extra layer of filters for people with high education.

The machines in the factory were roaring, and it was inconvenient to discuss things. Wang Qiang said: "Well, you have worked hard all the way here, so come to my office to have a sip of tea before discussing."

It seemed that there was something going on, Lin Bing and Rong Ling looked at each other, and hurriedly followed behind him.

When pouring tea for Rong Ling, Wang Qiang asked about her pen name and what novels she had written.

Rong Ling didn't hide it.

Wang Qiang opened his eyes wide in surprise in an instant: "You actually wrote that sci-fi novel?"

"Mr. Wang has seen it?"

Wang Qiang blushed with excitement: "It's not just that I've read it. I've almost torn through this book. I always thought that the author must be at least a professor. I didn't expect it to be such a young girl as Miss Rong..."

Wang Qiang, who turned into a book fan, talked a lot. He took Rong Ling's manuscript and flipped through it.

Although Wang Qiang has no sense of fashion, he can feel that the clothes designed by Rong Ling are fashionable and will definitely be liked by others.

"Miss Rong, wait a moment." Wang Qiang put down the manuscript, "I can't finalize the cooperation by myself. I'll call the technicians in the factory to see if it can be produced."

"Okay..." Rong Ling nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you..."

When Wang Qiang left, he was afraid that the two of them would be bored, so he turned on the TV in the office.

The first channel that was opened was playing opera, but Lin Bing couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward to change the channel.

There was a thud, the black and white picture turned into a snowflake, and there was noise from the TV.

"This broken TV..." Lin Bing patted the head of the TV with ease, and the picture was pulled back again.

International news was being broadcast on TV, and Lin Bing didn't bother to change the channel, so he just watched it.

"According to our news, the war between the two places has continued recently..."

Rong Ling, who was originally casual, heard the place name of the warring country, and instantly raised his head to look at the TV.

A video shot by a frontline reporter was playing on the TV, and a familiar person suddenly appeared in the black and white picture.

Wei Yijia spoke clearly, and was standing among the ruins after the war to report the situation: "This local war ended at [-] o'clock in the morning today, and now we can still occasionally hear the sound of artillery fire..."

The voice on the TV gradually became blurred, and Rong Ling looked at Wei Yijia who appeared on the screen without blinking.

I haven't seen her for several months, but she seems to have lost a lot of weight. What remains unchanged is her calmness. Even though there is a lot of fire behind her, Wei Yijia doesn't care at all and continues to broadcast her own news.

Occasionally, the camera was shaken by the gunfire, and she calmly reached out to hold it steady.

Wei Yijia was casually wearing a light blue shirt. On the dark and boundless battlefield, she was like a steadfast tree, and nothing could knock her down.

Rong Ling secretly prayed in her heart for God's blessing that her sister Wei must return quickly and safely.

The negotiation with the factory went smoothly. Although Rong Ling didn't want much goods, Wang Qiang still agreed to come down and help her produce them. Moreover, Rong Ling didn't have a warehouse, so they could help keep them for the sake of not having much goods.

The first batch of goods alone will cost two thousand.

Reluctant to leave the child without a wolf, Rong Ling first paid one-third of the deposit, and then paid two-thirds of the final payment when the delivery was made.

With investment, there will be returns. On weekends, Rong Ling went to the old place to sell clothes.

Sure enough, Rong Ling's clothes were sold out on the first day. The turnover of that day was as high as [-] yuan, and there was no middleman to make the difference. After calculating it, she would be able to make back her capital within half a month.

Some young women are regular customers of Rong Ling's place, and they buy it by themselves, or bring their friends and family to buy it.

These people inevitably chatted with her: "Little sister, where did you buy this dress? It's new and beautiful, why haven't I seen other stores selling it?"

Whenever this happens, Rong Ling always raises his head proudly: "This is all designed by me, other stores don't have it."

Having said that, seeing that Rong Ling's business is so good, the other stall owners will inevitably not be tempted, and they all ask around where Rong Ling buys the goods.

There were too many people in the factory, and it didn't take long for the styles designed by Rong Ling to be imitated in large numbers, and the same style of clothing was also displayed in the shopping malls, and the selling price was higher than Rong Ling's.

After that, every time Rong Ling designed a new style, it would be quickly stolen.

Even the system jumped up angrily: "It's too much, it's just for Rong Shang... The host designed it so hard, why did these people have the cheek to copy it away?"

But this was within his expectation, Rong Ling had his own plans in mind, and he wasn't panicked at all.

During the summer vacation of her sophomore year, Rong Ling accumulated a profit of more than 2 yuan by setting up a stall and selling clothes.

She used part of the money to rent a storefront in a department store, installed bright lights and wooden floors for the store, and hired someone to design the storefront and logo.

Before the new batch of goods was produced, Rong Ling discussed with the people in the factory to make a unique label design for the clothes, and the name of his store would also be printed on the label.

Wang Qiang has been doing business for these years, and he also understands the way: "Boss Rong is planning to create his own brand?"

Rong Ling didn't deny it, and accepted his address with a smile: "You have to try everything."

She spoke modestly, but Wang Qiang didn't dare to underestimate this young man who was just in college anymore.

Every step is ahead of everyone. If she doesn't make money, whoever makes money.

The clothes that Rong Ling sells are always made of the best fabrics. When they set up a stall in the past, they were of high quality and low price.

But after receiving the new batch, Rong Ling tripled the price.

She herself was busy with her studies, so she didn't have time to guard the shop. Instead, she recruited two young girls with beautiful dishes to sell the goods.

On the first day of the new store's opening, some people came to see the excitement, asked the price and left, but one piece was not sold.

On the second day of opening, there were fewer people watching the excitement, but it still didn't sell out.

On the third day of opening, it is still the same.

It wasn't until the fourth day that a rich man came by chance and bought a piece of clothing from Rong Ling, and the business was officially opened.

However, this kind of being taken advantage of is not common, and there was no business in the next few days.

Even her roommate Lin Bing was worried for her, but Rong Ling didn't panic at all. She just told the two shop assistants to treat customers with enthusiasm and patience, but not to bargain.

After a week passed, the business suddenly came, and the daily sales exceeded 200 yuan!

Afterwards, the sesame blossomed steadily, and the customers obviously accepted the price of Rong Ling's store, and they no longer bargained or waited for her to lower the price.

At the end of the month, Rong Ling went to the store to check the accounts. The net profit for this month was more than 2000.

The two little girls watching the store breathed a sigh of relief: "At first we saw no one coming, and we were flustered for a while."

"That's right." Another echoed, "Boss, why are you so confident that this dress will definitely sell?"

"Because everyone likes it." Rong Ling counted the money and showed a bright smile.

No matter what era, people have a love for beauty and are willing to spend money to please themselves.

Rong Ling's clothes are new in style, even if others want to copy her clothes, they will have to react for a while if they sell them at a cheaper price. Can only pay.

Later, the imitation models came out, but they did not have the same logo as Rong Ling's.

Although there is no awareness of genuine pirated copies in this era, Rong Ling has a special store and trademark, and with the repeated brainwashing of the shop assistants, everyone will subconsciously remember that her home is the most genuine one.

The clothes designed by Rong Ling are young office workers who have money and leisure and like to dress up. Everyone has a good face and would rather spend more money than go to those small stalls to buy pirated copies.

Just like a modern luxury bag, any one is tens of thousands of 10,000+. The price has nothing to do with the cost. Those who can afford it will buy it with their eyes closed, and those who can’t afford it will buy it with their teeth. Is it just for looking good?

Rong Ling didn't think so. After all, there were quite a few A-grade products. These people might be willing to pay for the product itself, not the product itself, but the brand represented by the trademark.

A few years later, the brand itself is a very valuable thing.

The author has something to say: Rong? Incarnation of the capitalist の Ling, the career line is stable, and the next chapter is the relationship line (?￣︶￣)