My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 312 Life doesn't necessarily mean striving for higher places; you can also go in different directions.

Fortunately, there was Shen Cuiyue, this shrewish woman who knew how to please everyone, to ask.

They said with a sly smile that they came from filling out an application form, but the way these factory workers looked at them seemed a little strange.

Dong Xueqing has already gone to the factory's mimeograph room to make mimeographed forms with wax paper and steel needles. She is very familiar with the standard format of these forms at the post office, so she can start promoting them from the registration forms.

Qin Yuye also went to give feedback on the form.

But when it was time to eat in the cafeteria, she surprisingly suggested that she give a presentation in the afternoon as well.

The Hong Kong girl, dressed in a stylish leather jacket and denim outfit, was quite amusing to see herself carrying an enamel rice bowl and bamboo chopsticks.

But her confidence and initiative surprised the others: "What are you saying?"

Qin Yuye might just have a sense of era surpassing Wei Dong's.

It was also the result of a standard Western-style education: "Since A-Dong said he wanted to train them to become the main sales force in the future, I must seize this opportunity to instill in them the characteristics of denim clothing and how to promote it. This was the part that Lawson used to value the most. If they don't even know the selling points of denim clothing, how can they sell it?"

Dong Xueqing also admitted that she had seen colorful denim stores in Hong Kong, and that they were outstanding even compared to other stores in Hong Kong.

If this were applied to mainland China, it would be far ahead.

Everyone just started to think that it made some sense.

The Hong Kong girl had another trick up her sleeve: "And this time when I went to the highland border area, I helped them set up a beauty salon, which looks very promising. Since so many girls want to join the sales company, this beauty product business is definitely lucrative."

Dong Xueying reminded her: "The current SOD cream is not hard to sell. The production capacity is always limited. If you make this, aren't you just competing for the supply? You won't make any extra money."

Qin Yuye casually pointed to Rang Weidong's back as he sat with Lao Cheng and the others carrying their food bowls: "Just ask him. Our model allows us to import ready-made equipment and technology from Hong Kong to start production. We can definitely manage it!"

And when she counted on her fingers, she could rattle off a list like she knew them all: "Body lotion, anti-wrinkle cream, serum, toner, moisturizer, cleanser, eye cream, face cream, spot-removing cream, whitening cream, hydrating lotion, face mask..."

Shen Cuiyue, who had already been secretly trying this out, enthusiastically supported it and nodded deeply.

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix were completely bewildered: "So many?!"

Qin Yuye smiled and said, "These are just skincare products; there are also cosmetics, and the variety is much greater!"

So Jianghu Girl looks down on these two country bumpkins from prefecture-level cities: "Take it one step at a time. We have money, factories, and people. Most importantly, we have ways to sell our products. This money should be earned by our family!"

Indeed, in a nascent market where only two types of scented balms exist—snow cream and Pechoin—SOD Honey has already delivered a significant blow.

If we were to engage in such comprehensive market segmentation, it would be a complete rout.

Because currently, no competitor is as strong and comprehensive as this.

However, female consumers' demand for these products has never shifted based on their economic conditions.

Even the poorest can squeeze out money to spend, and even the poorest will have sycophants willing to sell their blood to support them.

History, both ancient and modern, from around the world, has proven this scenario.

Wei Dong found this to be true. He didn't understand it, but he knew that women were the easiest to make money from.

He nodded in agreement and agreed that Qin Yuye would host the second half of the event.

So the entire afternoon, the auditorium, which was filled with almost all the young people, was nearly turned upside down by the women.

A frenzied surge!

It's absolutely the kind of success-oriented, manipulative situation that comes with applause, just like in later generations.

Everyone wanted to squeeze to the front of the stage to see clearly how Director Qin explained how to match the clothes, how to care for and maintain one's face, and what the simple steps were for applying makeup for business work!
They easily poached half of the young players that Wei Dong had spent countless games and sweating to win over.

Even after dinner, the movie wasn't allowed to be shown.

Dong Xueqing was so protective of her sister that everyone secretly craned their necks to watch.

Shen Cuiyue was also amazed at how reasonable it was, and how it could be corroborated by the wisdom of their ancestors.

This caused Dong Xueying to furrow her brows slightly, and her droopy expression at 8:20 made her even more pitiful.

Wei Dong thought she was worried about him cheating: "Just set up a separate sales company for the denim factory. You'll handle the business with them from now on. I won't deal with them."

Dong Xueying forced a smile, took his hand, and shook her head.

Wei Dong really doesn't know how to be romantic or understand women's hearts. He clenched his calloused hands and listened attentively to the explanation: "It's possible. Actually, the scale doesn't need to be too big. The Shuanglu factory in Pingjing is only the size of a palm. As long as you add SOD and sell it cheaper, it will definitely be effective."

Looking at the radiant figure on the stage, Dong Xueying said, "She knows so much, and she's only seventeen, right?"

Let Wei Dong explain objectively: "She's eighteen. She grew up in Hong Kong, so she's exposed to the latest market information and technological and industrial developments. Beauty salons aren't new there. She's just taking advantage of the gap between Hong Kong and the mainland. Chi Shiming is the same way. The gap is even bigger in foreign countries."

Dong Xueying sighed softly: "Do you think it's possible for me to study abroad?"

Wei Dong turned around in surprise: "Why would someone your age go abroad? What's so great about overseas?"

The sheer frenzy of women in the room, all striving to maintain their youthful appearance, was truly heartbreaking for Wei Dong. Dong Xueying was only three or four years older, but a young woman is a young woman, unlike Qin Yuye, whose seemingly mature charm was only revealed upon closer inspection of her features to be that of a tender eighteen-year-old.

She's truly matured; her concerns are partly due to her age.

She couldn't help but pinch him lightly: "I just feel like I can't help you. You should have better helpers."

The sudden drop in Wei Dong's mood was slowly pulled back up like an elevator ride. He stared intently at the face so close to his, but his heart kept screaming, "It's different, it's different, it's not like that."

Dong Xueying looked at him with infinite tenderness, as if she could entrust her entire soul to the eyes opposite her and let them caress her inch by inch.

The look that had made Wei Dong instinctively wary melted away as she softly embraced him, finally realizing, "What's wrong?"

Dong Xueying still had a smile on her lips and gently shook her head.

Even Fengchu, who was holding a baby and craning his neck in deep concentration, seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere next to him and glanced back.

Wei Dong simply took her hand and led her outside, saying, "We are of one mind as husband and wife. If I do anything wrong, I will definitely correct it. Don't keep it to yourself."

Dong Xueying is a quiet person, but she opens her heart to Wei Dong: "Wei Dong, this year has been the happiest time for me. But do you remember last year's Spring Festival? I was the one who tried to match you up with Xiao Qing. I'm not good enough for you."

Winter nights come early, and it was already dark outside. Moreover, because everyone was gathered in the auditorium, the outside was much quieter.

Wei Dong simply found a corner to hug him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't you helped me enough? Lao Yu brought you to get to know me. The sand and gravel business in Shangzhou, the base in Jiangzhou, these are all things we agreed on last year. You take care of the internal affairs and I will take care of the external affairs. Without you, how could I have accomplished so much? Only you can make me feel at ease fighting outside."

Dong Xueying hugged his waist, pressing herself tightly into his embrace: "In my heart, you are the best person, deserving of the best of everything. You should have the best girl to date, get married, have children, and live a happy life. I am divorced and have a child, and this matter is like a thorn that is always piercing my heart. The better you are to me, the more I feel unworthy."

Wei Dong, with his forty-years-future perspective, scoffed: "So what? We'll just live together, why are you worrying about this!"

Dong Xueying felt immense pressure: "You should marry Xiao Qing... no, you can marry whoever you want, I'll stay outside with you, okay?"

Wei Dong was baffled: "You're crazy. You're meddling in other people's business. You need to be disciplined. It's good that they're not home."

He said this excitedly, picked it up, and took it home.

Sincerity may not always be reciprocated, but effort will certainly earn you a response.

Dong Xueying naturally fawned over him and let him take her as he pleased, even releasing her pent-up emotions with tears streaming down her face.

My mood improved considerably afterwards.

Wei Dong felt that he hadn't done enough work: "It's my fault for being on business trips for more than a month. After the holiday, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed every day."

He's still a greenhorn in this respect, and he likes to brag like that.

He had never been in a relationship before. Even when he started to develop feelings for Zhang Lanzhi, he cut it off immediately.

They didn't understand anything about selling love through twisted dough sticks; they just did it.

Dong Xueying, her face radiant, hugged herself tightly without uttering a sound.

Sure enough, the fire was lit again in no time.

However, this time they only made it halfway through when a large group of them came back, chattering away. Then, when the door opened, they fell silent instantly. Even through the bedroom door, you could imagine the people tiptoeing outside.

Wei Dong, thick-skinned as ever, said, "Your sister-in-law and I are going to bed early, so please don't disturb us."

Shen Cuiyue actually clicked her tongue very loudly.

Then Dong Xueqing must have pinched him and made him groan.

There were all sorts of quiet commotions outside, and lots of people were whispering. Couldn't they have made a little more noise?
They're all so smart normally.

The couple in bed were frozen in place, in a strange, awkward position.

Dong Xueying's shy yet frantic, lip-biting, watery appearance made Wei Dong reluctant to call it quits.

After a while, someone turned on the only electrical appliance in the house and played music on a radio, which finally solved the immediate problem.

After clearing away a lot of the tadpoles in his brain, Wei Dong began to regain some of his thinking ability: "Why don't we move and live on our own? I think the problem is that my sister-in-law is always hanging around the house."

Dong Xueying firmly disagreed; that's true stubbornness—the kind that won't change your mind no matter how many times you try.

Anyway, the music played all night, thankfully it was a tape recorder with an automatic page-turning function.

The two brothers in the living room clearly hadn't slept well the next day and were both sleeping in.

Wei Dong was even considering whether he should apply for a single room.

I went to the auto repair shop to see the parts, glass, paint, bumpers, lights, etc., and they were starting to take shape. After lunch in the cafeteria, I took advantage of the warm winter sun to start my interview on the basketball court.

Qin Yuye yawned and sat down next to him with a charmingly lazy air, without mentioning a word about what happened last night.

As expected, they have remained steadfast in their approach from the working partner stage.

(End of this chapter)