Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Chapter 111 Selling Socks in Africa

The "Liu Xiangyue crisis" has been temporarily put on hold, and Jin Yaya's sock production continues smoothly. The cost of a pair of socks is not high; it all depends on volume. Therefore, the constant running of the sock knitting machines gives everyone a sense of security.

The changes brought about by Liu Xiangyue's investment were quite significant. Besides the changes to the office, the high-tech, electronic management system truly brought a new level of efficiency to the hosiery manufacturing process. Jin Yaya increased its output by a third without adding any employees. This, in turn, necessitated a greater demand for orders.

Mr. He, the owner of a work safety supplies store, wanted Cao Xiaoyu to go to Northeast China with him, saying he wanted to tap into the winter economy and should start before summer. Jin Yuanyuan discussed it with Cao Xiaoyu, and since it was a long trip, Cao Xiaoyu entrusted many of his tasks to Jin Yuanyuan.

Cao Xiaoyu, the "top salesperson," seems to spend his days making phone calls and having meals and drinks, but he actually does a lot of desk work, and he's the one who prepares all the paperwork. After taking over the project, Jin Yuanyuan couldn't help but complain to him, "With so many clients, can you even keep track of them? Let's set up a customer management system so it'll be clear at a glance."

"Of course you can. But, Yuanyuan, I have to tell you this: no matter how advanced computers, mobile phones, and WeChat are, or how well they are managed, nothing beats the realness and authenticity of a face-to-face chat. You know that feeling of being face-to-face, being able to sense each other's joys and sorrows, being able to quickly judge a person's mood for the day, whether you can talk about things, or whether they have other relationships or friends... These are all skills."

"You're amazing! Otherwise, why would I like you so much?" Jin Yuanyuan exclaimed sincerely.

"Hey, don't like me, I have someone I like." Cao Xiaoyu even started to dislike her. Jin Yuanyuan didn't care at the moment, because all she could think about was making money and the new brand. She needed to achieve results quickly, whether it was the performance-based agreement or the collaboration with Liu Xiangyue, she needed to see tangible results as soon as possible.

However, she received a phone call that day that was quite unexpected.

The person who made the call was He Xiaoyi, a female reporter from that TV station on New Year's Eve.

She said that during her live stream on New Year's Eve, Jin Yuanyuan mentioned Jin Yaya's bamboo fiber socks, and several people called her wanting to know more. Originally, He Xiaoyi didn't want to get involved, claiming she had just casually asked people she met on the street. However, one of them, who worked for a Sino-African trade company, called three or four times asking for Jin Yuanyuan's contact information. So, He Xiaoyi called Zhao Zhuoran's restaurant and got Jin Yuanyuan's phone number.

After saying all that, Jin Yuanyuan laughed and exclaimed, "I never imagined that television media still has such a big influence."

"That's right, we're a mainstream media outlet, especially our live broadcast on New Year's Eve, which had the highest viewership in Hangzhou!" He Xiaoyi said with a touch of pride. "Can I give your phone number to that person? I still need to ask for your opinion."

"Sure, sure." Jin Yuanyuan was very grateful. "How about we go to Wanghu Pavilion for a meal? I'll have Manager Zhao prepare some good food for you."

"Okay, okay!" Young girls are always easy to fool. Jin Yuanyuan has gained experience now and knows how to use food and good looks as "weapons," which is truly ineffective.

However, Zhao Zhuoran wasn't at Wanghu Pavilion; he was busy at Wangxi Pavilion. Jin Yuanyuan had given his WeChat to a former colleague. Many events in Xixi used his restaurant, with almost two major events every week. He was so busy that his eyes were bloodshot, and he barely had the energy to make phone calls.

"How about we meet at Wangxi Pavilion? He Xiaoyi can also take some footage or something," Jin Yuanyuan chuckled. "Boss Zhao, making money feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

"I want to sleep for a while, I'm so tired," Zhao Zhuoran even started to whine. "Yuanyuan, come and take my place for a bit."

"No, I'm busy too," Jin Yuanyuan immediately refused, adding, "My mom said my dad can be discharged from the hospital now, and she wants Chef Zhang to stop cooking every day. My dad has visibly gained weight and has lost his former refined good looks. It wouldn't be good if no young girls admired him anymore."

"...Your mother is such a good person." Zhao Zhuoran snorted. "Actually, she should be quite happy that Uncle Jin has gained weight. It's the result of her feeding him every meal."

"Wasn't it Chef Zhang who made the food?" Jin Yuanyuan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"He made it. Those girls from Wanghu Pavilion took turns delivering it, but it was your mother who fed it to your father..."

"My dad's hand isn't broken, why would he need to feed him?"

"How would I know? I just happened to see them when I went there by chance. Those two, tsk tsk tsk, really... tsk tsk tsk..." Zhao Zhuoran's words were meaningful and contained a lot of information.

"Fine, whatever." Jin Yuanyuan could roughly imagine the scene, because she had seen it before. "This is between the two of them, and I can't control how they decide to act. Now, I'll just book it for Friday noon, and have He Xiaoyi bring a few more people to film it..."

"No, no, no, the tourism bureau is having an event here on Friday. Let me check it out." Zhao Zhuoran was indeed quite busy; the noise on the other end of the phone never stopped.

Jin Yuanyuan casually searched for the business information of this Sino-African trading company on her phone. His business was very large, with operations all over Africa.

So, going to Africa to sell socks?

It's so hot there that I can barely keep my shorts on, I have to wear socks instead?

Jin Yuanyuan was stunned when she thought of this.

The parties coordinated their schedules and arranged for Tuesday noon, during the intermission between the two events at Wangxi Pavilion. The company was also very sincere, sending three people: the general manager, the sales director, and the financial director, making it quite formal.

Jin Yuanyuan changed into a simple and neat business suit, looking very energetic. The clothes weren't expensive, emphasizing a low-key style. However, she still put on beautiful makeup, giving a friendly impression. Even He Xiaoyi said when she saw her, "Yuanyuan, you look even more beautiful than on New Year's Eve!"

Who wouldn't like to hear that? Jin Yuanyuan was so happy that she took out a stack of new socks and gave them to the people from the TV station. Anyway, there were both men's and women's styles, so they could sort them themselves.

He Xiaoyi laughed even more happily, and without any hesitation, she put the shoes on her feet and tried them on, and even had the cameraman take a picture. "I'm thinking that at the end of the year, I'll make a New Year's wish follow-up album, and play it before New Year's Eve next year. I'll find those people I interviewed by West Lake that day and ask them if they have fulfilled their wishes this year."

(End of this chapter)