I'm such a lovesick person.

Chapter 410 Trying to rob someone?
Lei also has its own brand. The reason it does OEM manufacturing is because of overcapacity, as it previously expanded its operations too much.

Ling Zhijian learned a harsh lesson in this regard.

Despite the fact that several of Changjie's clothing brands are doing well, he still refuses to expand his factory and hire a large number of people, instead choosing to have similar manufacturers like Laiyi do the manufacturing.

This approach is more cost-effective, allows for greater flexibility, and avoids incurring excessive personnel and factory costs.

However, for many small factories that cannot produce their own brands, earning a meager profit by doing OEM manufacturing for others is simply a way to survive.

Ling Zhijian knew a little about Xinlin from before, knowing that it was a small factory that specialized in OEM manufacturing, and that its former boss, Wei Zhenbang, was always busy looking for orders.

He assumed it would be the same now.

He proposed a collaboration with Xinlin, giving Weilin some hat orders to make, with the intention of making a good sale.

Unexpectedly, Wei Lin rejected him outright.

Ling Zhijian looked suspicious, first glancing at Wei Lin, then at An Yuntian.

He suspected that Wei Lin's words were untrue.

"Uncle Ling, business at Xinlin has been really good for the past six months or so. We've been so busy we can't keep up."

Wei Lin smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of apology, saying, "Uncle Ling, we appreciate your kindness, but we really can't accept it!"

He had just met Ling Lifeng in Laiyi yesterday, and today the boss of Changjie came over. He couldn't figure out Ling Zhijian's intentions, but he felt it was probably nothing good.

Ling Lifeng is Ling Zhijian's nephew. After that kid gets humiliated, he'll most likely gossip and cause trouble behind his back.

This made Wei Lin wary, fearing that Ling Zhijian might be using the pretext of giving Xinlin an order to secretly do something.

In addition, Xinlin is indeed not short of orders and is simply too busy to handle them all.

"Old An, is Xinlin's business really that good?"

Ling Zhijian didn't quite believe Wei Lin's statement, and then turned to look at An Yuntian, who was smiling. He thought that the younger one was arrogant and ignorant, so the older one should be more reliable, right?
"President Ling, we at Xinlin have been incredibly busy lately, and Wei Lin is absolutely right."

An Yuntian grinned, his face beaming with genuine joy, and said, "To be honest, we had to outsource the production of our two brands to Huamu and Zhijie recently. It's because we received several large orders from overseas before the new year; their craftsmanship requirements were extremely high, and only Xinlin could handle them."

"The factory has recently expanded and hired some workers at high salaries, so we can barely keep up."

"Domestic orders have too low profit margins and small quantities, so we felt it wasn't worth doing and decided to stop."

"Mr. Ling, we appreciate your kindness, but we are truly overwhelmed!"

"Sorry sorry!"

An Yuntian expressed his sincere gratitude.

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhijian was momentarily dazed and remained silent for a long time.

Because he had never taken small factories like Xinlin seriously, and Xinlin wasn't in his industry, he didn't really know much about companies like Xinlin.

After Wei Lin and An Yuntian said that, he realized that he might have underestimated Xin Lin and Wei Lin, and thought that he might need to learn more about them.

"Never mind then, let's not talk about hats."

Ling Zhijian smiled nonchalantly, then changed the subject: "Little Wei, Changjie is a clothing company. I heard you also have shares in Qingque?"

Wei Lin nodded: "There are some."

Ling Zhijian calmed himself down, his expression turning serious, and asked, "Are you also interested in clothing? In your opinion, what will Qingque's future be like?"

"They're here!" Wei Lin exclaimed inwardly, immediately understanding Ling Zhijian's intentions. He feigned excitement and said, "I think Qingque has great potential!"

"Qingque targets the high-end sportswear market, and in this segment, Qingque has very few competitors in China!"

"I originally thought that Qingque would have a hard time succeeding against those big international sports brands, but I didn't expect that Qingque would actually succeed!"

"Uncle Ling, you also think highly of Qingque's future, right?"

Wei Lin deliberately laughed triumphantly.

Ling Zhijian shook his head and sighed solemnly, "Those big international brands probably don't even consider Qingque a threat yet. Qingque's reputation and momentum are indeed quite good recently, but do you really think it can last long?"

"They kept throwing money at buying traffic and advertising, which seemed to make Qingque quite successful, but what about a few months later?"

"Several of Laiyi's brands briefly boosted sales through aggressive advertising, but the good times didn't last long, and they all returned to their original state." "I've been in the apparel industry for so many years, and I've really never seen many evergreen brands. Often, a brand will rise rapidly, only to disappear just as quickly."

"Qingque has only been gaining momentum for a few months, and its future is uncertain. You must not have too high expectations!"

Ling Zhijian acted as if he was thinking of them.

An Yuntian nodded slightly and said with a serious expression, "President Ling is right, this is indeed a common fact."

Wei Lin also hummed in agreement.

Ling Zhijian was not talking nonsense; many emerging clothing brands eventually disappear.

Like Laiyi, many other once-popular brands have also faded into obscurity.

In the face of the harsh realities of the market, very few brands can endure the test of time; only those brands that truly withstand the scrutiny possess high value.

“Xiao Wei, I have more experience in the clothing industry than you. If I were to take charge of the overall direction, I think Qingque would be much more stable.”

Ling Zhijian smiled and, without any attempt to hide An Yuntian's presence, said directly, "Could you part with a portion of your shares in Qingque and give them to me? We can discuss the price!"

Wei Lin smiled broadly and said, "Uncle Ling, thank you for being so optimistic about Qingque! I own 80% of Qingque's shares. If the price you offer is right, Uncle Ling, I'd be willing to give you the whole thing!"

An Yuntian frowned.

He was a seasoned veteran, and he immediately saw through Ling Zhijian's true intentions, knowing that Ling Zhijian was after Wei Lin's shares in Qingque.

"Xiao Wei, how much do you think would be appropriate? I heard... you contributed a total of one thousand?"

Ling Zhijian asked with a smile.

Wei Lin nodded: "Indeed, only one thousand was paid."

"So, what do you think of three thousand?" Ling Zhijian paused for a moment, then said, "It hasn't actually been more than a few months since you joined Qingque. In just a few months, you've gone from one thousand to three thousand, and you won't have to take any risks anymore."

Wei Lin smiled and remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Uncle Ling, this price is outrageous. There's no need for us to continue negotiating."

Ling Zhijian frowned: "How many do you want?"

Wei Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly at Ling Zhijian who was clearly displeased, and said calmly, "Then I'll be honest. I think Qingque is worth more than your Changjie right now, and it should be worth more in the future. Uncle Ling, if it's thirty million... then let's not continue this discussion."

An Yuntian's eyes suddenly lit up.

He knew that Wei Lin never made empty promises, and he also knew the strength of Changjie Apparel. From the moment Wei Lin said that Qingque was more valuable than Changjie, he knew that Qingque was definitely worth that much!

Old An was secretly thrilled. He hadn't expected Qingque to be so successful, and Wei Lin was even a major shareholder of Qingque.

This made him proud of his deceased old friend.

"Okay, then let's not talk about this anymore."

Ling Zhijian wasn't angry, as if he had never mentioned wanting Qingque shares. He stayed in Wei Lin's office and chatted about various things, asking about Qingque and Xinlin.

When it was almost lunchtime, he declined An Yuntian's lunch invitation and left with a polite smile.

"Besides him, who else came?"

As soon as Ling Zhijian left, Wei Lin immediately inquired.

"And his nephew, the one you're talking about, Ling Lifeng."

An Yuntian answered, then his face darkened abruptly, and he shouted, "Ling Zhijian, are you trying to get Qingque at a low price? Wei Lin, is Qingque really that valuable?"

Wei Lin sneered: "We've made over 20 million in the last month, with a profit of over 4 million. Uncle An, Qingque should earn at least 40 to 50 million by the end of the year, maybe even 70 to 80 million!"

"He thinks he can take 80% of my money for only 3,000? Ha! Who does he think he is? Isn't this robbery?"

An Yuntian frowned: "Ling Zhijian is not a easy person to deal with. In the clothing industry in Linjiang City, he holds a very high position."

Wei Lin shrugged: "I'd like to see what tricks he can pull!"

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(End of this chapter)