70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 458 Work Injury
When Henry Seck came out after trying on the clothes, he could feel how comfortable the style of the clothes was.

During his two visits to China, he noticed that the pedestrians on the streets were all dressed in drab clothes, without a trace of fashion. Yet, at the Canton Fair, there were oddballs like Chen Qing.

Henry Seck looked in the mirror and found that the sportswear was simple in style, but it shortened the upper body and lengthened the lower body. The cut was slightly loose and not sloppy, making it light and flexible to wear. Moreover, sportswear was highly comfortable, versatile, and could be worn by a wider range of people.

"Ms. Chen, your dress is really beautifully designed."

Chen Qing then went along with his suggestion to discuss cooperation.

Henry Seck refused when she asked him to invest in advertising: "I can promote your brand, but I can't advertise it."

He wanted to promote the idea that these clothes were made by beautiful Chinese people.

When Chinese people hear that the clothes are made in the United States, they automatically consider them to be "prestigious" clothes, which means the seller can make more money.

"If I don't want the ads, can you give me a discount?"

"I'm sorry, but we can't. We're friends now, and I'll be honest with you. The advertising is actually a loss-making venture because we want to promote our country's brands. We happen to have clothing as a channel, so we thought we could use it to promote them. If you don't want to, I really can't help you. The government pays for the advertising costs. If you don't want to, it just means the government will give you less money."

Chen Qing sighed.

I'm utterly helpless.

Henry Seck was annoyed: "Since you've already said we're friends, you should know that I'm very supportive of you. Last time you asked me to promote a new product, I immediately called you to place an order. This time, I'm also taking the initiative to come to you. We are definitely the best partners. You have to help me lower the price or get me some other benefits, no matter what."

Chen Qing looked troubled.

Henry Seck thought for a moment, then asked, "Is the lowest price you can offer twenty-five?"

"Mr. Henry, you've probably heard that sportswear is a new trend these days. We wanted to keep up with international trends, so we made sportswear. This is already the lowest price we've offered."

Chen Qing's attitude was firm.

Henry Seck's face darkened as he saw Chen Qing disregard their past friendship: "Then I'll look at the others."

He angrily returned to the fitting room, but Chen Qing remained calm and waited for him to come out before handing him a cup of tea: "Mr. Henry, although it's difficult to negotiate a lower price for this batch of goods, I can film a sports advertisement for you that is exclusive to your country, or a sports advertisement for a country you prefer."

Henry Seck, who was about to angrily leave, stopped in his tracks: "How do we film it?"

“There are many foreigners at the Canton Fair. I can start filming immediately if you want, but I hope you can keep this a secret.”

"can!"

Exclusive advertising.

This saved him the cost of shooting commercials.

Henry Sack immediately and patiently discussed the advertising fee with Chen Qing.

He wants exclusive advertising, and he also wants advertising fees!
Chen Qingyi agreed to everything.

They eventually signed a contract for 70,000, but since the advertising period was three years, Henry Seck had to guarantee that he would order at least 20,000 yuan worth of sportswear over the next three years, otherwise it would be considered a breach of contract.

Of course, as the contractor, Chen Qing is required to provide five new styles for the client to choose from each year.

Henry Seck felt that ten thousand was not much and happily signed the order.

Marcus sent people to inquire about Chen Qing's sportswear sales. The longer it went on, the slower the shipments became, which meant he would earn less!

Marcus couldn't contain himself and went to Chen Qing's booth to find her: "Ms. Chen, let's talk."

“Okay.” Chen Qing invited Marcus to sit down and admire her booth, and poured him a cup of tea.

Marcus, seeing everyone at her booth brimming with energy, remarked, "Ms. Chen has a good eye for talent."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Chen Qing wasn't being modest. The people she chose, at the very least, were pleasing to the eye.

Both Mrs. Qin and the old man were quite good-looking. Mrs. Qin used to play ping-pong, and she was always a sight to behold, whether she was playing ping-pong with customers or teaching ping-pong with exaggerated gestures.

The old man was a handsome, gossipy but highly educated man who was also quite reliable. Chen Qing was familiar with him, so she chose him.

At first glance, the two young men had thick hair, were energetic, and full of vitality.

Needless to say, the three children are all their own, and they are definitely the best children in the world.

Marcus rarely saw such an unhumble Chinese person: "You are special."

Chen Qing: You're so greasy.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Marcus. I believe you came to my booth specifically to admire the people here."

Marcus crossed his legs, turned sideways, picked up his teacup, and looked at her affectionately: "Not necessarily."

Chen Qing: Work injury!!!
"Mr. Marcus, please enjoy your viewing. I'll have to get back to my work now."

Marcus grinned crookedly: "Wait, how do you know I'm not talking about the beautiful lady in front of me?"

Mao Mao had been singing too much and felt a bit thirsty. When she came over to get a drink of water, she heard Marcus's words and her shoulders slumped instantly. Her eyes drooped, and she looked like a little zombie. She immediately retorted in fluent English: "Because the lady in front of you only has work in her eyes. She doesn't want to wonder if others are admiring her appearance. She is working, and she only needs someone to appreciate her work ability."

Chen Qing: Mao Mao is so handsome!
Marcus looked at the child who had suddenly evolved into the most listless person in front of him: "You're really funny."

"Yes, I'm not only funny, but now you're looking at me, I'm also the most beautiful person here."

Mao Mao rolled her eyes.

This guy is so annoying.

He's going to complain to Xiaoyu and He Yuxiang later.

Chen Qing tried hard to suppress his laughter.

Marcus chuckled twice.

Mao Mao chuckled twice; he was very thirsty and went to get some water to drink.

Marcus asked, "Is he mixed race?"

“Yes, but it’s not from your country,” Chen Qing said.

Marcus chuckled twice more, "Since he wants me to appreciate Ms. Chen's work ability, I'd also like to see what kind of cooperation plan Ms. Chen discussed earlier."

“I also hope I can appreciate the charm of Mr. Marcus’s work,” Chen Qing said with a smile, but both of them began to get serious.

It's about money.

No one can treat things casually.

Chen Qingxian inquired about Marcus's wishes: "Mr. Marcus, what kind of cooperation model would you like to pursue?"

"I'd like to ask, regardless of which cooperation model I choose, am I obligated to invest money to build a garment factory for you and provide you with the latest equipment?"

"Yes!"

Do you think my country would allow me to do that?

The export of the latest American machinery to China is strictly prohibited.

(End of this chapter)