Courtyard House: A Prosperous and Joyful Life

In the office, Lü Guangrong laid out the contracts, then suddenly frowned: "Boss, the clothes are made, now we need to sell them, but how do we price them?"

Wang Jun drew a few lines on his notebook with a pen, looked up and said, "We make high-end goods, so we'll charge this price domestically."

Lu Guangrong took the notebook and glanced at it, then gasped. A women's coat was 350 yuan, a wool sweatshirt was 200 yuan, and a long skirt was also 200 yuan...

"Boss!" He rubbed his hands in surprise. "The monthly salary in China is only a few dozen yuan, but one piece of clothing is worth several months' salary. Does anyone really buy it?"

"Don't worry." Wang Jun tapped his notebook. "Don't underestimate women's spending power. Back in the 1980s, a motorcycle jacket cost a dozen yuan to make, but it could sell for two or three hundred yuan and people would fight over it; sunglasses cost a few cents to make, but they could sell for a dozen yuan and people would chase after imported goods. These days, the southerners who have gotten rich first are learning from Hong Kong and foreign countries to follow fashion, and they are our customers."

In the afternoon, Wang Jun carried his camera around the factory and called out to You Fengxia, "Come here, stand here, hands on shoulders, twist your waist a little to the left, that's it!"

Yu Fengxia's face flushed red to her ears as he pulled her arm, her heart pounding like a drum. She was still naive then, never having experienced anything like this before, and her poses were all wrong after three attempts. Wang Jun, exasperated, patiently taught her: "Position is key in clothing photos; if it's not right, the clothes won't look good."

After teaching for half an hour, You Fengxia finally got the hang of it. Wang Jun held up his camera and snapped a series of photos. The girl in the photos, dressed in fashionable clothes, looked just like a little star, and the clothes looked beautiful on her.

After the photoshoot, Wang Jun handed over 100 yuan: "Thanks, these clothes are all yours."

Clutching the money and a pile of clothes, You Fengxia jumped up. These were styles that all the girls in the factory coveted; they couldn't buy them even with money, and she had gotten them for free! But then she thought: she was just a worker; when would she see Wang Jun after this shoot? No, she had to cling to this golden thigh!

Her eyes lit up, and she leaned over to tug at Wang Jun's sleeve: "Boss, can I hang out with you sometime? I'll be your model for your photos!"

Wang Jun raised an eyebrow. Was this girl trying to make a move on him? But it didn't matter; he wouldn't lose out. He casually replied, "Sure, here's the address. Come over when you have time."

Next, Wang Jun went to a photo studio to print over a dozen color photos of You Fengxia. Looking at the photos, he was quite satisfied with her star-like appearance; she was beautiful, had a great presence, and looked perfectly tailored in fashionable clothes. That same day, he sent the photos to over a dozen fashion magazines: *Life*, *Vogue*, *Christsy Turlington*, and even *Fashion*, a magazine that had just been launched in China in 1980—it wouldn't cost much anyway.

After finishing his work, Wang Jun drove his Changjiang 750 straight to Yu Li's hot pot restaurant. It had just opened yesterday, and he hadn't had a chance to open it yet; he needed to check on business today.

Upon entering the store, it was packed with customers, all smacking their lips as they ate.

"This tastes just right! I'm satisfied!"

"It's so spicy and satisfying! What were we eating before?!"

"Sichuan hot pot is the perfect winter dish, it's so satisfying!"

Yu Li saw Wang Jun and greeted him with a smile, "Junzi! What brings you here?"

"Congratulations, business is booming!" Wang Jun glanced around at the packed room. "You must have made a few hundred yuan in profit today, right?"

Yu Li beamed from ear to ear: "Yesterday it was over two hundred, today it will definitely be over three hundred! Thanks to your recipe, the customers all say it's delicious and they want to come back after they finish eating."

At that time, she was truly grateful to Wang Jun from the bottom of her heart.

A few days later, China's first fashion magazine, "Fashion," released a set of photos of You Fengxia in clothing, which immediately caused a sensation among women's social media circles!

"Wow! This outfit is so beautiful!"

"Made in a domestic factory? This quality is even better than the imported goods I see in department stores!"

"I'm going to weld that camel coat onto my body! With a slim waist and long legs, I'll be the most stylish person on the street!"

"This is truly high-end! The design and cut are amazing. If I wore it, my colleagues would be begging me for the link!"

"Where can I buy it? I'm so anxious!"

"No need to call! The caption says it's made by Huanyu Garment Factory, in Beijing!"

While the women over there were busy swooning over the flowers, the business owners over here were already eyeing the opportunity with envy.

"These designs are amazing! Every piece is a masterpiece that perfectly captures a woman's heart; no woman can resist them! I need to fly to Beijing right away and buy a batch to resell!"

"Top-notch domestically, and cutting-edge internationally! We have to make this money; we absolutely must partner with Huanyu!"

"My female secretary was flipping through a magazine and kept stomping her feet, she really wants to buy this! This thing is definitely going to be a hot commodity! I'm flying to Beijing right now to buy it!"

"Even more fashionable than those in Hong Kong! Can domestic factories really produce this level of quality? I'm going to go see if I can buy the factory!"

"This is definitely going to be the trend this year! I'm buying a few thousand pieces to flood the malls; I'm guaranteed to make a profit!"

Within two days, business owners from major cities, clutching their wallets, crowded onto planes and headed straight for Beijing. When they arrived at the Huanyu Garment Factory, following the address in the magazine, factory manager Lü Guangrong was calculating accounts while holding a teacup when he was suddenly surrounded by a group of southern business owners.

"Director Lü! We're from the largest department store in Guangzhou. We need to order a batch of women's coats and work uniforms. Please provide a price!"

"Director Lü! He's from the Shanghai Trusted Shopping Mall! He's very interested in your clothes and wants to stock up!"

"Everyone in Shenzhen is so happy! Are those clothes in 'Fashion' magazine made by you? We want them!"

Lü Guangrong, his head throbbing from the noise, clapped his hands and shouted, "Gentlemen, those who want to discuss business, please wait in the conference room!"

Twenty or thirty people swarmed into the conference room. Lü Guangrong cleared his throat: "Our factory makes high-end women's clothing, so the prices aren't cheap. I'll give you a price first. If you can accept it, we can discuss it; if not, there's nothing we can do."

He forced himself to read out the prices. To be honest, he was confident in the quality of his clothes, but the prices were really high: 22 kinds of women's clothing, the lowest price was 180 yuan per piece, and the most expensive women's coat was 350 yuan per piece. He was sweating bullets, afraid that the bosses would think it was too expensive.

After hearing this, the business owners all beamed with joy: "This price is an absolute steal!"

A beer-bellied boss from the south was the first to make the decision: "Director Lü, I want one hundred pieces of each type! We'll discuss the sizes later!"

Lu Guangrong slammed the teacup he was holding onto the table with a clatter. One hundred pieces of each kind? That's 2200 pieces for 22 kinds, which adds up to at least 650,000! 650,000 in the 1980s! That's an astronomical figure that could buy half a street in Beijing!

He composed himself, forcing a calm demeanor: "Okay, this boss goes to the finance department to pay, and tells them the size. Once payment is made, the goods can be picked up."

The meeting room erupted in chaos, with each business owner vying to speak, their voices louder than the last:

"We need 300 women's coats, 200 sweatshirts, and 200 shirts. The colors and sizes are all written down, and we need to pick them up today!"

"We ordered two hundred women's coats, three hundred pairs of leggings, one hundred pairs of jeans..."

"We need to..."

In the blink of an eye, the room was bustling with activity, with shop owners clutching money and their eyes gleaming, eager to carry the clothes away immediately.

Lu Guangrong was overjoyed and quickly raised his hand to calm things down: "Everyone, don't worry, we've already finished making over five thousand coats, everyone will get one!"

These words only made the crowd more agitated. There were only about 5,000 popular women's coats among the 20 or 30 people. How could that be enough to go around?

Five thousand pieces? Are you kidding me! Each of us needs several hundred pieces; this amount isn't even enough to fill a gap between our teeth!

"Forget it, I can't wait any longer, I'll pay and get the goods first!"

"Director Lü, your output is far too low. I'm going to the finance department to pay the money!"

"Let's go, hurry up, or we'll miss out!"

A group of bosses rushed into the finance department, looking like ducks scrambling for food.

Three young girls were chatting idly in the finance office when they were suddenly stunned to see a group of people rushing in carrying bundles of ten-yuan bills.

"Young lady, this is my invoice. Hurry up and calculate the payment!"

"Hurry up, everything I need is on there!"

"Stop dawdling, calculate it and I'll pay right away!"

"Are there still people scrambling to give you money these days?" The young girls were stunned for a full half minute before they came to their senses, grabbing the counter and frantically pressing buttons. The room was packed, so Lü Guangrong had to shout at the top of his lungs, "Everyone line up! First come, first served, it'll be quick!"

The shopkeepers immediately formed a long line, with bundles of ten-yuan bills piled up like mountains of bricks. The young girls stared at the money, their palms sweating. If it were stolen, they couldn't afford to pay for it even if they sold their possessions.

One of them, wiping his sweat, said, "Factory manager, call security quickly! This is so much money; we can't afford the consequences if something happens!"

"Yes, I've never seen so much money in my life! Quickly, find someone to keep an eye on it!"

Lu Guangrong's heart tightened, and he quickly made arrangements. A short while later, security captain Liu Guangtian arrived with his men. Liu Guangtian earned two hundred yuan a month, with bonuses for good performance. Seeing the mountain of money, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, but he immediately ordered, "Everyone, stay alert! Keep a close eye on the money! We can't afford to lose it!"

He picked up a police baton and stood guard at the door, looking imposing.

An employee nearby muttered in amazement, "The boss is amazing! He makes so much money in just one day!"

"This scene is something you might only see once in a lifetime."

"Luckily I followed the boss, otherwise I would never have encountered such a situation!"

Liu Guangtian kept thinking to himself, "I've chosen the right person to follow." If he hadn't hooked up with Wang Jun, he would still be a contract worker in the factory, clocking in and out every day, with no end in sight.

Working with Wang Jun is a completely different story: a super high salary of 200 yuan every month, plus extra bonuses, and you can even drive a Changjiang 750 around town. That's what makes life worthwhile!

Lu Guangrong, standing next to him, was also rubbing his hands together with delight: He had only been with Wang Jun for one day, but he had earned more money than he had in the previous three months. He finally understood how to live life!

Two hours later, Lü Guangrong suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was the warehouse so quiet? He went closer to take a look and found that most of the shelves were empty. All the products were sold out!

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had miscalculated: the garment factory's output for seven or eight days was gone in the blink of an eye? This was worth several million! It was in high demand!

There were still a dozen or so business owners standing outside, clutching their money and waiting in line. Lü Guangrong steeled himself and stepped forward: "Gentlemen, all the goods are sold out. Why don't you go back and wait for the next batch?"

"What? They're sold out so quickly?"

"The clothes are nice, but the production volume is too low!"

"I waited in line for ages, and you're telling me they're out of stock? No way!"

"Director Lü, we've come so early this morning, we can't go back empty-handed!"

"I've brought the money, and you're telling me there's no stock?"

The bosses were in an uproar, so Lü Guangrong had no choice but to back down: "How about we pay a deposit first? We'll ship it as soon as it's available."

There was no other way; the clothes from Huanyu Garment Factory were just too popular. The bosses gritted their teeth, pulled out their money, and filled out forms: "Okay, I'll pay first!" "Me too!"

After everyone had left, Lü Guangrong clutched the delivery slip, his hand trembling. 319 million! All the high-end clothing produced that day had been sold, and they had even received 174 million in pre-orders! The finance office was piled with nearly 500 million in cash, and the air was thick with the smell of ink and money, making people dizzy.

The young women in the finance office huddled around the pile of money, their eyes wide as bees drawn to honey: "My God, 500 million! I've never seen so much money in my life!" "I just want to lie down on it and take a nap; it would be worth it even if I lived thirty years less!" "You couldn't earn that much in ten lifetimes, could you?"

The security guards outside chimed in, whispering, "Does your factory make that much money in a day?" "Absolutely! Those bosses from the south are practically throwing money at it like it's nothing!" "Our Huanyu is the best garment factory in the country!"

Everyone felt a sense of pride; working in such a lucrative factory was something they could brag about for a lifetime!

Lu Guangrong came to his senses and slapped his thigh with a smile: "I have to tell the boss this good news right away!" But then he thought: he was the factory manager and couldn't leave; Liu Guangtian was the security captain and also had to stay... Oh right, You Fengxia was familiar with the boss!

Alright, I'll send her to deliver the message!

These past few days, You Fengxia has been changing into a different set of high-end clothes every day. When she walks down the street, she gets almost 100% of people turning their heads to look at her. Regardless of whether they are men or women, everyone stares at her. She is living a very glamorous life, and all the neighbors are envious.

The only downside was that Wang Jun never came to see her. No matter how stylishly she dressed or how exquisitely she applied her makeup, if no one paid her any attention, she always felt something was missing.

Just then, Lü Guangrong came to her door, handed her a shipping order, and asked her to go and deliver the good news to the boss.

The opportunity had arrived! You Fengxia agreed without hesitation.

Clutching the receipt, she boarded the bus and headed straight for Wang Jun. Several young men on the bus stole glances at her, their eyes glued to her. She was naturally beautiful, and in high-end clothes, she was even more eye-catching, exuding an aura like a big star. How could young men resist her charm?

Wow, it's so beautiful.

"Her temperament is also exceptional."

"She looks just like a celebrity on TV."

"Is he a college student? He has such a great presence."

"Hey guys, how about we go up and get her contact information? Maybe we can ask her to dance sometime."

"I don't dare, you go."

"I'm also nervous; being rejected would lower my value."

The young men were all talk and no action, but when it came to actually stepping forward, they lacked the courage.

On the other side, several girls in the car were also looking at You Fengxia, but they were staring at the clothes she was wearing.

"This outfit is so fashionable, is it from abroad?"

"Of course, no domestic factory can make something this advanced."

"OMG, this hoodie is so cool! Where can I buy it? I want one too!"

"I think her coat is even more amazing. I wonder where I can buy it."

"Even if they were available, I couldn't afford them. They're obviously high-end goods, costing at least two or three hundred yuan. That's half a year's salary for us, so forget it."

"Yeah, you bet, I wouldn't even dare to think about it."

As You Fengxia listened to the discussions, a smile crept onto her face, a secret sense of satisfaction creeping in. Bored, she glanced at the shipping manifest and was instantly jolted, frozen in place, her heart pounding.

"Oh My God……"

"A garment factory making millions a day?"

"That's outrageous!"

"This way of making money is even more ruthless than robbing a bank."

"The boss is really something."

She stared at the list, desperately trying to imagine what five million would look like piled up, but no matter how hard she tried, the amount was too large to conjure up in her mind.

"The boss is handsome, capable, and earns so much money."

"I have to stick close to the boss!"

At this moment, You Fengxia had only one thought in her mind: she had to cling to Wang Jun, this golden thigh, no matter what.