The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

"You want to create your own clothing brand with Mo Xiaohong?"

After the meal, Gao Qingmiao brought up his somewhat immature idea.

After listening, Gao Qinghe was extremely suspicious of his intentions.

Jiang Baohai asked directly, "Are you trying to build a brand, or are you trying to get a girlfriend?"

Gao Qingmiao gave an awkward smile, "Yes, I have them all."

Seeing that her sister's smile was somewhat sinister, Gao Qingmiao quickly explained:
"But 80% of my motivation is to build a brand!"

"Sister, brother-in-law, I also spent a few days in the provincial capital. I looked around all the clothing stores, big and small, and I found that most of the goods can be found in the wholesale market."

"But these profits are all calculable and visible; no matter how you calculate it, three times the price is already the maximum."

Even with the best materials and quality, the price is actually transparent.

This is the kind of money the siblings have been making from their clothing store for the past few years.

Because the market value was what it was, Gao Qingmiao realized that no matter what she did, the profit ceiling for her clothing store was only 100,000 yuan a year.

To be honest, he was extremely envious when he saw his mother, sister, and brother-in-law making a lot of money.

But if he only stayed in Qing County, he would never have the chance to make big money in his life.

So this time, he went to the provincial capital to see how other people made big money.

Now, he has finally discovered a business opportunity.

That's branded clothing.

Those styles and brands that you can't find in the wholesale market.

"Sister, Xiaohong is skilled in design and knows the production process of garment factories, but she has no money."

“But I have money, and I also have business experience, so I think if the two of us work together, we can definitely create a well-known brand!”

That's true; if you put it all together, it actually makes a lot of sense.

Gao Qinghe glanced at Jiang Baohai, who shrugged, indicating that she could do whatever she wanted.

Gao Qinghe felt relieved and asked with her arms crossed, "Tell me, how much money do you want me to invest?"

To everyone's surprise, Gao Qingmiao said somewhat angrily:
"I don't need your money. This time I'm going to do it myself, and I'm confident I can make it happen!"

This time, he didn't want anyone to interfere; he wanted to make a name for himself and show them.

Gao Qinghe was surprised, and out of habit, she subconsciously asked:

"Do you have enough money?"

Gao Qingmiao said, "I saved up 200,000 yuan. I originally planned to come to the provincial capital to look at an apartment and then find a shop in a good location to continue running my clothing store."

"But now I've changed my mind. I'm going to try to persuade Mo Xiaohong to start a business together."

"Sister, I'm not telling you this to ask you for money. I'm just feeling uncertain and want to hear your advice."

Gao Qinghe smiled speechlessly, though she knew it wasn't a good time to laugh, but she couldn't help it.

"Oh, so you haven't informed Mo Xiaohong yet."

Gao Qinghe looked left and right and noticed that her daughter, who was squatting in the corner of the sofa playing with toys, was staring at her with wide eyes and curiosity.

Forget it, it doesn't look good to beat up my younger brother in front of the kids.

Gao Qinghe put one hand to her forehead and waved the other, indicating to Gao Qingmiao that she could go back to the old house.

Gao Qingmiao coughed twice guiltily, and couldn't help but ask again as she stood up:
"Sis, do you think this is okay?"

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath and tried to speak in an objective tone:

"If you and Mo Xiaohong can reach a cooperation agreement, that would be great."

Before Gao Qingmiao left, Gao Qinghe solemnly instructed her younger brother:

"Feelings are feelings, and business is business. If you try to mix them up, you're likely to end up with nothing good."

She didn't say much more. Young people have their own paths in life, and no one can take their place or deprive them of the right to experience them.

Gao Qinghe patted her younger brother's arm casually, "Get lost."

Gao Qingmiao smiled and said, "Sister, believe me, I will definitely be happy." Gao Qinghe shook her head with amusement, pushed her out the door, closed the door, and went to sleep.

Just as Gao Qingmiao was trying to make her presence known to Mo Xiaohong every few days in order to advance her entrepreneurial plans.

winter is here.

Gao Qinghe, who was staying home during the winter, received a call from Jiang Yu.

Winter break is coming soon, and my sister-in-law has decided to come back home for the break this year.

"Sister-in-law, I'd like to intern at a foreign trade-related company during the winter break to gain experience and get a feel for the work process. Could you keep an eye out for the situation in the provincial capital for me?"

It's a very simple request. If it were Gao Qingmiao or Gao Qingya, they wouldn't be embarrassed to say it, and might even make some requests.

But Jiang Yu's tone was full of embarrassment and cautious probing.

Gao Qinghe was still thinking when she hurriedly said:

"It's okay, never mind. I'll just come back to keep Mom company, and I can also take Yueyue to the Children's Palace while I'm at it."

Knowing that there was no one left in her hometown and that she would have to stay at her brother and sister-in-law's house, Jiang Yu felt somewhat awkward.

On the one hand, she knew her sister-in-law was gentle and generous and wouldn't say anything.

On the other hand, she felt ashamed that she still needed to rely on her older brother and sister-in-law and could not be independent.

In response, Gao Qinghe can only say, I know you're sensitive, but please don't be!
"When are you coming back? I'll have your brother pick you up from the airport."

"I haven't booked my plane ticket yet after New Year's Day. I'll call you guys to let you know once I get the ticket. Also, you don't need me to pick you up, I'll be on my own."

Before she could finish speaking, Gao Qinghe interrupted her, unable to bear it any longer.

"I'm all alone, I'm tired of hearing it all. You rarely come home, so what's wrong with having your brother pick you up?"

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

Gao Qinghe coughed twice, her tone softening, and continued:
"I just thought of something. I happen to have an internship opportunity that involves contacting foreign companies. If you're interested, you can check it out."

After he finished speaking, he paused deliberately, waiting for the excited, sharp explosion to come from the other side.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yu is not Gao Qingya.

All that came through the phone was Jiang Yu's grateful and firm voice: "Sister-in-law, thank you."

"After you scolded me, I felt much more at ease."

Gao Qinghe: "."

Perhaps sensing her sister-in-law's speechlessness, Jiang Yu smiled gently and asked expectantly if she needed anything to bring back.

"Just bring whatever good food you think you can find."

"Okay, what about Yueyue?"

Gao Qinghe glanced down and saw Jiang Qiyue hugging her tightly, eagerly waiting to talk to her aunt.

Seeing her looking down at him, he immediately stretched out his little hand and said excitedly:

"Mommy, I want to talk to Auntie, I want to talk to Auntie."

Gao Qinghe chuckled and said into the phone, "Ask her yourself."

He handed the phone to Jiang Qiyue, who was now a hopeless case.

"Hey, Auntie, it's me, Yueyue!"

When people ask her if she needs anything, she says, "Auntie, I'm going to kindergarten."

They asked her again if she wanted a doll, and she said:

"My teacher gave me three little red flowers as a reward. One for my mom, one for my dad, and one for my aunt."

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

In the phone booth under the tree on campus.

As Jiang Yu listened quietly to her niece sharing the little things she found interesting, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it was snowing outside.

She wondered with anticipation if the adorable little one would still recognize her on the phone when she got home. (End of Chapter)