The Grandmother in the Siheyuan

Chapter 389 Female Tycoon

Liu Hua stayed at Liu Hua's house for less than fifteen minutes before leaving disappointed. Although he was rejected by Guan Zhilin again, he was not discouraged. As a seasoned womanizer, he knew that things had to be done step by step, and that haste makes waste.

After Da Liu left, Liu Feifei couldn't wait to have a heart-to-heart talk with Guan Zhilin.

“Your brother-in-law said that this guy is no good. He’s already married, but he’s still chasing after women everywhere.”

Rosamund Kwan nodded: "Yes, I know."

"Ignore him." Liu Feifei advised, "We are respectable people, not those brothels and theaters. Although I am not some old-fashioned feudalist, I think that when we women reach a certain age, it is safest to find someone to marry and not ruin our reputation."

"Sister, I was married, but I got divorced not long after."

Liu Feifei was taken aback: "Why have you never said this before? Getting married and then divorced isn't a big deal, but you absolutely mustn't mess around outside."

"understood."

Liu Feifei added a few words of advice: "Your brother-in-law said this person is rich. I'm afraid you'll be blinded by his money. If you need money, just tell me. I can't give you more than a million or eight million."

Feeling her sister's doting affection, Rosamund Kwan hugged Liu Feifei affectionately and asked, "Sister, what if I want to make a lot of money?"

"Ask your brother-in-law. He's quick-witted. Ask him for advice. If you don't have enough money, ask him to invest in you. We're all family, so don't be shy."

Liu Hua had previously advised his sister-in-law and brother-in-law to start businesses, and they opened a pet shop and a clothing market.

The clothing market, which focuses on fast sales, is booming, with daily turnover reaching tens of thousands. In addition, the wholesale volume is large, and surrounding counties all buy their goods from here, making it comparable to Xiushui.

This pet store became incredibly popular because of its Ragdoll cats. Nowadays, almost every cat owner in Beijing knows this brand. You should know that the number of Ragdoll cats is limited. My brother-in-law only sells two Ragdoll cats a month, and they are extremely hard to find on the market.

Many wealthy people and celebrities have become good friends with their brothers-in-law just so they can own a beautiful Ragdoll cat. Rarity increases value, and if someone has a cat or dog that others don't, they can outdo others in the competition.

Rosamund Kwan was waiting for Liu Feifei to say those words. She was usually too embarrassed to bring it up, because it's awkward to ask someone to help you advance your career, even if it's your cousin-in-law.

Having received her cousin's instructions, Rosamund Kwan pestered Lau Hua: "Brother-in-law, my cousin said that if I want to make a lot of money, I have to find you. Can you help me think of a way to make me rich and powerful?"

Liu Hua joked, "Your salary for one film is more than what an average person in mainland China earns in decades. Isn't that incredibly wealthy?"

"This is nothing," Rosamund Kwan shook her head. "I want to be a female tycoon, so that when others try to shower me with money, I won't care."

"Be careful, greed will not end well."

"I don't care," Rosamund Kwan said coquettishly, "Anyway, I want to be a female tycoon, so you have to help me."

Whose money is the easiest to earn in this world?

"Rich people, because they don't treat money like money."

Liu Hua shook his head: "Wrong. Women and children. Women spend money on their appearance, and adults spend money on their children's future, sparing no expense."

"Brother-in-law," Rosamund Kwan pouted, "I'm not very bright, so just tell me directly."

“You’re a woman, and a beautiful woman at that,” Liu Hua said with a smile. “So, you can either establish or acquire a cosmetics company in Hong Kong, and name it Zhiling—a homonym of your name. Then, you can come to the mainland, either build a factory or acquire a cosmetics company, and make your own cosmetics.” “Will that make me a lot of money?”

“You underestimate your beauty. Be the spokesperson for your own product.” Liu Hua continued, “You can also do two things at once. Open another beauty salon called Zhiling, promote your product vigorously, run it well, and stick to it for ten years. I guarantee you’ll be a tycoon.”

"But I don't know how to manage."

Liu Hua shook his head: "People can't earn money beyond their own understanding. Once you reach that level, money is easy to earn. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to manage; there are plenty of managers in the world who know how to manage. Just pay them to do things for you."

"I entrust everything to my manager. What if he tries to fool me?"

"The fact that you can think of these things shows that you're not confused. Just make sure the oversight system is in place." Liu Hua smiled. "You can hire big accounting firms to audit your books every year. As long as the money is clear at a glance, they basically can't fool you."

"What about the products?" Rosamund Kwan pressed for details. "I can't have my company set up all the trappings, only to find there are no products to sell, can I?"

"That's easy. There are so many daily chemical companies in China. Just acquire one or two of them. They already have products. Then you can find a university to help rebrand the products."

Rosamund Kwan said in disbelief, "Is it really that simple?"

Liu Hua nodded: "It's that simple. It's best to choose an English name for the brand, and transliterate it as Zhiling, such as Cherry. If you'd like, you can also find a university to help you research cosmetics with cherries as the main ingredient."

This was essentially like getting the complete strategy guide. Rosamund Kwan was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Brother-in-law, if I don't have enough money, can I borrow some from you?"

"Ask your sister for it; I don't care about such a small amount of money."

When the suggestion was given to him, Liu Hua already had a plan in mind. At most, a few million would be enough for the initial stage, so Liu Hua couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it.

That evening, Liu Hua lay on the porch of his house, drinking tea and listening to the radio.

Don't be surprised, radio listenership was quite high in the 1990s. Guo Degang once said that the great development of crosstalk in the 1990s relied on radio.

The radio was playing Beijing-style storytelling with musical accompaniment. Rosamund Kwan was listening nearby and asked curiously, "What kind of opera is this? It's quite nice."

"This isn't traditional opera; it's called Jingcheng Qinshu, 'qin' for piano and 'shu' for storytelling," Liu Hua explained. "This art form has something to do with you?"

"What's your relationship?"

"His founder is Guan Xuezeng. Mr. Guan is also from the Guarjia clan, and he is related to you."

"Really?" Rosamund Kwan said in disbelief, "Then I'll find some time to go and pay my respects."

“Hey, don’t talk nonsense.” Liu Hua quickly waved his hand: “Mr. Guan was born in 1922 and is still alive and well. Sometimes he even performs at Lao She Teahouse.”

Rosamund Kwan made a fool of herself and said embarrassedly, "I thought these traditional performing arts were passed down from hundreds of years ago."

“These traditional performing arts all depend on your ancestors,” Liu Hua joked. “After the Qing Dynasty fell, their stable livelihood collapsed, and your Manchu ancestors all went into performing arts.”

(End of this chapter)