Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Early in the morning, Zhu Hongying said that seeing Jin Yuanyuan upset in the office, she decided to go to Shenyang with her third aunt to visit her old friend and also to see if there were any clients.

Jin Yuanyuan nodded quickly, hailed a car, and took the two to the airport. Anyway, as long as her mother wasn't around, she was always in a good mood and could eat more at lunch.

Jin Jia's live stream started at noon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and ended at 1 p.m., which was perfect timing as it coincided with the time when mothers were eating and taking care of their children. Jin Yuanyuan didn't watch it in the meeting room; she secretly watched it in her office.

She also praised the person for being so insightful, as they even managed to sell the cotton socks belonging to the owner of her own sock factory.

However, she still insisted on doing a short live stream, at least to make herself known to the public.

Ye Huanxi called her, "Your live stream was amazing, why don't you find a professional streamer?"

"Isn't that quite expensive?" Jin Yuanyuan said with a dry laugh.

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. Isn't that what you said when you were fooling clients before? You need to understand that the current consumer group is the post-00s generation. The post-90s generation doesn't work anymore." Ye Huanxi was really earnest in her advice. "It's only because of you that I'm saying this. Think about it carefully. Or, there's another way, but I don't know if you're willing to tell me."

"What?" Jin Yuanyuan is now humbly accepting all opinions.

"I think you're a really good storyteller. Selling socks is important during a live stream, of course, but what if you told a story? For example, when you're buying red socks, you could talk about folk customs or something, that would be quite interesting."

"Let me think about it." Jin Yuanyuan understood Ye Huanxi's intentions, so she nodded in agreement and went back to look at the ledgers and orders.

This month's orders have decreased by a few again, mainly due to fierce competition and persistently suppressed prices. Furthermore, some occasional customers who usually place orders towards the end of the year haven't done so this year.

If this continues, cash flow will definitely run into problems.

Jin Yuanyuan was already pulling her hair in the office.

Even as she sat down for dinner at Jin Yaya's small restaurant that evening, she was still thinking about how to expand her influence. As the saying goes, reputation is important, but money is also crucial.

Just as Jin Yuanyuan was about to finish her meal and head home, Cao Xiaoyu called her urgently again: "Jin Yuanyuan, come quickly and save your mom!"

"Ah! What is it now?" Jin Yuanyuan's hair stood on end.

"Your third aunt just called me and said that General Manager Zhu is unhappy." Cao Xiaoyu's loud voice was noisy even through the phone. "Didn't they go to Shenyang today? One of my old friends' daughters set up a private traffic sales group, you know what that is?"

"I understand. Private domain traffic sales groups are very powerful; they can usually guarantee a sufficient number of customers." Jin Yuanyuan had only crammed on these things and understood them to some extent.

"Your third aunt said this young woman makes 30,000 yuan a day with almost no cost; she just posts a link in a private traffic group, and people buy from her. But when Mr. Zhu was chatting with her, he didn't understand what private traffic meant, which made the young woman say she was too old and should retire as soon as possible like her mother. Just imagine, with Mr. Zhu's temper, wouldn't he be furious?"

"Oh, is she alright?" Jin Yuanyuan knew her mother's temper all too well, especially lately when she was easily angered; it was as if her menopause had been prolonged by twenty years.

"I'm angry. My aunt called me secretly just now." Cao Xiaoyu sighed. "Actually, it's also my fault. If I weren't here dealing with visas and stuff, I would have accompanied her to Shenyang. I can handle girls like this..."

"No, no, no, you should get your visa sorted out first. Let me think about this..."

"Hey, why are you thinking about it again? Why don't you go? I'll go to Shenyang after I finish here, and we can go see the heavy snowfall on the way. It should be quite beautiful."

"You..." Jin Yuanyuan was genuinely surprised by Cao Xiaoyu's efficiency.

"Okay, I'll buy a ticket for my mom too, let's all go sightseeing. Things have been relatively stable lately, and we've got some orders..."

Now, Jin Yuanyuan has no choice but to go, even if she doesn't want to.

Shenyang is a truly generous place, and the heavy snowfall is something that southerners absolutely adore. When Jin Yuanyuan headed straight to the drinking party with her old friends Zhu Hongying, she even secretly made a snowball to cheer herself up.

In Shenyang, banquets are held in large private rooms with large platters of food, which even made the sophisticated southern girl, Jin Yuanyuan, a little dazed. As soon as she entered, she heard a girl with a strong Northeastern accent saying, "Aunt Hongying, this business is worth doing, but you have to give me a reason so I can talk about it in my group. Otherwise, if I just sell socks directly, no one will pay any attention to me."

Zhu Hongying looked at the plump girl who came up to toast her with great embarrassment, especially when she saw the huge wine bowl, she was quite intimidated.

Jin Yuanyuan reacted quickly, immediately walking over and smiling as she took the large wine bowl, then asking, "Little sister, you're so pretty. What's your name?"

"Oh, where are you from, sister? Just call me Yuan Mumu." The girl laughed, and all the older women and aunties in the room laughed too.

"Oh, Yuanyuan," Zhu Hongying quickly introduced, "my daughter, the one who studied in the US and works for an American company."

Jin Yuanyuan raised her wine bowl and quickly greeted everyone, "Jin Yuanyuan greets everyone."

"This girl is beautiful..." Mutual flattery is a necessary procedure.

"Aunt Hongying, it's not that I don't want to sell you these socks, but we need to have a reason for it, let's discuss it again." Yuan Mumu was really blunt. "Look, I skipped Tang Dachao's event today just to have dinner with you all. I'm pretty sincere, aren't I? Actually, I really want an autographed photo of Tang Dachao, really!"

"Who is Tang Dachao?" As soon as Zhu Hongying opened her mouth, Jin Yuanyuan knew things were going to get bad again. People had already said she was too old to understand the ways of young people, and now it was even worse—she didn't even know Tang Dachao, a top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry. There was no way the conversation could continue.

"You like the Tang Dynasty?" Jin Yuanyuan smiled and took Yuan Mumu's chubby little hand.

"I love him! I love him so much! All the girls in my group adore him. If you could get me a signed photo of Tang Dachao, I'd immediately help you sell socks!"

"You said that?" Jin Yuanyuan's eyes crinkled with laughter, revealing a hint of slyness. "What if I could let you have a video call with him? Would you like to contract to sell 10,000 pairs of our socks?"

"If you can do it, so can I!" Yuan Mumu said without hesitation. "I can buy it outright first!"

"Okay, deal." Jin Yuanyuan immediately slammed her hand on the table, ignoring the astonished looks on everyone's faces.