A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

Looking at his girlfriend's confident declaration, Li Mu was stunned for a while before finally showing a wry smile:

"What are you planning to do?"

"We'll find a factory to manufacture these kinds of leggings, and then have my mom and family make them."

"..."\

Upon hearing this, Li Mu was certain of one thing.

She had absolutely no plan for this.

"Auntie has time? How old is your brother? You want her to work in clothing... even if it's going back to her old profession, fine, no problem. But what about your brother? Are you just going to abandon him?"

"It's alright. When my family was in the clothing business, my mom would run the shop, and my dad would make patterns and buy stock. They were both pretty free."

"..."\

Li Mu was speechless.

To be honest, he had never actually worked in the clothing industry.

The problem is that the guy who was scammed had done it. Although what he actually got wasn't really clothing; it's more accurate to say he was tricked by a relative.

But just like the con artist's tricks, the wheelchair-bound guy's investment vision, and the fat guy's English... these things are instincts etched into his body.

The moment his girlfriend said those words, a picture of a "clothing person's" daily life flashed through his mind.

Breakfast is something everyone knows is essential. But the same applies to clothing.

It's also a diligent profession.

Leaving retail aside for now, my girlfriend's words definitely imply that she wants to be a manufacturer or wholesaler.

Just take wholesale as an example. You have to get up at four or five in the morning every day to open your shop at the wholesale market. You have to get there early; once you've opened your shop, retailers from all over the country—districts, counties, prefecture-level cities, and even villages—will fill the entire wholesale market.

Everyone needs to rush to bring the clothing patterns they want to display in the store or reorder special items in the morning.

After browsing around and deciding on the style, I made the payment and contacted the seller to ship the goods.

By then it was around seven or eight o'clock, and the retailers took their order slips and returned to their respective shops to begin business.

It's fair to say that clothing wholesale is a business that requires getting up early. And... there are a lot of trivial things to do, and it's incredibly tiring.

For each garment, how many XLs and XXLs are needed? All of this needs to be checked, packed, and then shipped. A retail shop typically ships one large package at a time. Even for a normal wholesaler, let alone someone with exceptionally good business, who doesn't ship three to five packages a day?

These three to five packages are equivalent to you having to count several hundred pieces of clothing in the warehouse.

Okay, even if we could hire employees, the problem is that the clothing business is essentially a sit-down shop. According to my girlfriend, if we leave her mom in the shop… goodness, wouldn't her brother starve?

Therefore, it's simply unrealistic.

"Listen to me..."

He explained his thoughts.

But Fan Bingbing nodded calmly:

"I understand everything you're saying. My family used to be in the clothing business, how could I not know? But... I really think these pants represent a business opportunity, a market. And..."

At this point, she suddenly looked at her boyfriend, her face inexplicably flushing slightly.

She opened the coffee table drawer, found a ballpoint pen, and wrote two letters under the sketch: \

"V, L."

"Look, I've even thought of a name."

Li Mu glanced at the two letters and was instantly speechless:

"Are you really not afraid of LV suing you?"

"What does it have to do with them?"

"...Big sister, are you serious? His name is LV, and yours is VL, and you're saying it doesn't matter?"

"Of course it's okay, LV is its abbreviation, and so am I. I... want to name this brand VAN·LEE."

After quickly writing down a few letters, she stopped writing and added two more characters: 繁藜 (Fanli).

"I want to call it...it's...our names. VL is just an abbreviation; I know it looks like the reverse of LV at first glance, so it's just an abbreviation. At most, it's just riding the coattails of its popularity."

As she spoke, she looked up again:

"This is an inspiration for both of us... I wanted to commemorate it with you. Besides, I've always been interested in fashion, so I'd be really happy to... design some clothes myself. What's more... this is our brand."

"..."\

This time, Li Mu fell silent.

Because he understood what his girlfriend meant.

He had originally intended to analyze the situation for his girlfriend, such as the category of "leggings" she had ordered.

Following the instinctive warning of the guy who was scammed, the profit margin on these leggings is actually not bad. It's just that they can't be sold at a high price.

The net profit per item is only two or three yuan, but the key feature is the high demand.

The wholesale price is only about ten yuan per piece, but retailers can buy hundreds at a time if they want to sell in bulk.

Profits come entirely from volume.

Therefore, this is considered a low-end category in the clothing industry, and there's no such thing as a premium price. Unlike LV, a regular short-sleeved T-shirt doesn't sell for a thousand or two.

Leggings, no matter how you look at it, cost about ten yuan a pair.

This is its absolute flaw. And putting aside how popular my girlfriend will become, the factories that manufacture these leggings only make a profit of a few hundred thousand yuan a year at most… not even enough for her to film two movies.

But when faced with those eyes that seemed to say, "This belongs to both of us," he simply couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Because that wasn't the kind of look that money could buy.

It's a look that says, "I want to be with you," "It's just the two of us," "Let's be together forever," and "This brand is proof that we're a good couple."

He showed even more affection than when looking at a dog.

So he nodded:

"I understand. Then you should think it over carefully..."

"It's not me, it's us! The two of us together!"

"Uh... okay. But you can't act rashly. You need to think it through. Besides, you need to find the factory location, the heads of various departments, and so on. The work in a garment factory is actually very tedious. You... you're not planning to be an actress anymore?"

"Go ahead and do it! I think I can handle it!"

"..."\

Li Muxin said, "Keep bragging."

Who'll be so busy they'll be left bewildered when the time comes?

"Okay. Let's do it then. Nothing else matters, just make you happy!"

Upon hearing her boyfriend's words, Fan Bingbing's face instantly broke into a bright smile.

"Hehe, I knew you'd support me! Baby! You're the best!"

She snuggled into her boyfriend's arms, straddled him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and began kissing him.

Forehead, brow bone, cheeks, down to the ears, neck...

As they kissed, she let out a meow like a kitten:

"You... hurry up and eat. I want you again~"

As people often say, it is hardest to bear the kindness of a beautiful woman.

She's already put it that way.

What should Li Mu do?

Tell me, what can he do?!

Tonight looks like it's destined to be a sleepless night.

……\

"...?"

Holy crap!

Where did this come from?

Looking at the familiar, dark space around him, Li Mu was stunned.

But I immediately became interested.

What does that mean? What did you do this time to change the future timeline?

Which deity has arrived today?

Come, come, let me see what's going on.

As he was pondering this, he saw the "brother" opposite him.

Let's call him "Bathrobe Guy" for now.

The man in the bathrobe was standing there, somewhat at a loss.

He appeared to be wearing only a bathrobe, with a cigar between his fingers. His hair was rather long, but it was neatly swept back. He looked to be in his early thirties, exuding the air of a successful man.

"...Hello, Li Mu."

Li Mu greeted him with a smile.

The man in the bathrobe, who had been momentarily stunned, immediately snapped back to reality and looked at Li Mu.

Then he paused, stunned...

"So young?"

He subconsciously touched his face.

Hearing this, Li Mu's gentle smile remained unchanged as he nodded.

"I'm you when I was younger, aren't I quite young?"

"oh?"\

Upon hearing this, the man in the bathrobe immediately became interested. He first carefully examined Li Mu, then turned his head to look around, and asked curiously:

"Am I dreaming?"

"Yes, this is a dream."

After being mentored by several senior figures, Li Mu finally realized...

In dreams, the more peaceful the atmosphere, the more conducive it is to "communication".

Although he didn't know what he had done to change the future timeline, now that the other person had appeared... he needed to ask about their life in a gentle way.

Tell the other person you're dreaming, tell them you are what they were when they were young.

Let the other person lower their guard.

But you have to be careful, otherwise... you'll suffer the same loss you did the first time you met the Frowning Guy.

Faced with his answer, the man in the bathrobe paused for a moment, then laughed:

"That's quite rare, and it's so realistic."

"Dreams, no matter how realistic, are still just dreams... Hmm, I have to admit, I'm really handsome now that I'm all grown up."

Li Mu praised him and then sat down on his own.

Looking up at the man in the bathrobe, I asked curiously:

"Your hairstyle...is quite nice. Did you design it yourself?"

"Hmm. Not really."

The man in the bathrobe was also completely relaxed, but seemed a little uncomfortable sitting down. After running his fingers through his hair, he laughed and said:

"This slicked-back hairstyle was already popular among the Western upper class and aristocracy in the early 20th century, but the incorporation of modern aesthetics has transformed it into a more contemporary version. The biggest difference lies in the hair on the sides. And it's not called a slicked-back hairstyle anymore, but a 'suit-style hairstyle.' Haha, you can remember this: if you go to the hairdresser and don't know how to describe it, just tell the stylist you want a 'suit-style hairstyle,' but with emphasis on the lower layers and edge control when trimming the sides."

As he spoke, he turned his head again, exposing his side profile to Li Mu:

"See?"

"..."\

To be honest, Li Mu was quite surprised and couldn't help but ask:

"How...how can you be so professional?"

"Hmm, that's a good question."

The man in the bathrobe smiled gently again, but instead of answering directly, he asked Li Mu:

"What if I told you that as the chairman of [Fanli], a company that once ranked third on the list of the world's most valuable sports brands, this kind of fashion knowledge is essential? What would you think? (This is what I thought when I was younger.)"

"...?"

Li Mu was stunned.

What the hell?

Third in the world?

Is it that knock-off LV brand that my girlfriend came up with?

Just how big of a mess did she make?

besides……\

Why the hell did you quit your job again?!

This damn class is so unworkable, can't we even get to work a single day?