Reborn in 08, Public Enemy of Competitors

The electric fan whirred, and the wind caused the design drafts on the table to tilt slightly.

Du Manqing's floral dress swayed gently, the hem brushing against her calves like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Shen Mo couldn't help but glance at her taut, fair, long legs. Sure enough, a mature man starts by looking at legs.

"Ahem, take out the design sketches for the clothes you want to put on the shelves."

"oh oh."

As if waking from a dream, Du Manqing spread out a stack of hand-drawn fashion sketches on the cutting table.

Shen Mo scanned them one by one. Each one was marked with details of the fabric, size, and craftsmanship, and the handwriting was as neat as printed text.

Which one would you most like to get?

"This fairy dress."

Du Manqing explained, "Zhang Shaohan's drama 'Romantic Princess' was very popular a while ago, and I think many girls would like the 'princess-style' fairy dress she wore in it."

Shen Mo nodded. "Besides fairy dresses, what else do you girls wear in the summer?"

"Babydoll dresses, high-waisted skirts, capri pants..."

Du Manqing looked down at herself. "And this floral dress of mine."

Shen Mo looked closely and saw that she had tucked her pure white short-sleeved shirt into her pale yellow floral skirt.

The tiny, scattered flowers, like stray glimpses of summer sunlight, make one appear clean, pure, and fresh.

"You're pretty good too."

"Really!"

Du Manqing pinched the hem of her skirt, a smile playing on her lips. "I made this myself, isn't it pretty?"

Shen Mo stroked his chin: "I really couldn't tell."

Du Manqing let out a soft "Eh?", "How could I not see that?"

"Maybe it's because you're so good-looking that even the most ordinary clothes look extraordinary on you."

Shen Mo shrugged. "So I can't tell if the clothes are good-looking or not, I can only say you look amazing."

Du Manqing turned her head away, unable to suppress the smile on her lips, and her ears were faintly tinged with pink.

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Who asked about you? Just say it's a dress, okay?"

"To be honest, it's not a question of whether this dress is good or bad."

Shen Mo said, "It really is one of those very special things."

"Special? What's special about it?"

"Have you heard Xu Song's 'The Funeral of Roses'?"

"Hmm, at first I thought it was Jay Chou singing it."

"There's a line in the song, 'Under the fireworks that day, I made a promise to marry you, the one wearing a floral dress.'"

Shen Mo snapped his fingers. "Just like you thought 'Romantic Princess' would make fairy dresses popular, floral dresses will also be loved by many women, and the market for them will be even bigger than that for fairy dresses."

"I didn't know you knew so much about clothing."

Du Manqing's eyes sparkled.

"If I were in the clothing business, Vancl wouldn't exist."

Shen Mo casually remarked.

"If you were in the clothing industry, what would you make?"

Du Manqing rested her hands on the edge of the cutting table, her graceful curves on full display.

Shen Mo chuckled inwardly. Was there even a need to ask?

Of course, it's QingQu lingerie!

Astringency is the primary driving force!

But when he saw her clear eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Ahem, of course it's men's clothing, to compete with Vancl Royal City."

Something just doesn't feel right.

Du Manqing observed carefully.

"Let's not talk about that. For the items you put on the shelves, try the floral dresses and fairy dresses first. If they sell well, then place more orders."

Shen Mo walked to the desk where the computer was placed. "Now, take a look at your Taobao store."

Du Manqing bent down to open the shop, her neckline slightly open, like a corner of a summer curtain being lifted by the wind, her collarbone faintly visible.

Shen Mo glanced at it unconsciously, then quickly looked back at the screen. "The store sign and decor are pretty good, and the categories are very clear..."

Du Manqing smiled and said, "I modified it all according to your tutorial."

Shen Mo clicked his tongue in praise, "As expected, I taught you well."

"Who praises themselves like that?"

Du Manqing thought she would be praised, but unexpectedly, the person praised herself instead.

Shen Mo frowned. "These pictures of yours won't do."

"What's wrong?"

Du Manqing looked at the photos of the mannequin hanging on the wall, pursed her lips, and said, "I think the photos are alright..."

"It's too monotonous. Clothes hanging on hangers and mannequins have a completely different effect than when they're worn by a real person."

Shen Mo suggested, "Find a model and take a few more sets of photos."

"Model...a model?"

"Yes, it doesn't need to be too professional, amateur is fine."

"Are the girls in our fashion performance department up to the task?"

"Yes, try to find someone with a sweet face, good figure and temperament. Of course, someone like you would be the best."

"Speaking of which, I've also worked as a model."

Du Manqing's ears burned slightly. "During class, I served as a fitting model for other students."

Shen Mo touched his nose and began to reminisce. "Coincidentally, I was also a model."

………………

The two had a deep conversation that lasted until dusk, when the sun set.

"I'm sorry, you helped me so much today, I should have treated you to a meal."

Du Manqing clasped her hands together, slightly apologetic, "But my roommate invited me to dinner, so..."

Shen Mo waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm going back anyway, to bring food to the animals in my dorm."

Du Manqing tilted her head slightly. "Then let's go to the Admissions and Employment Guidance Office together next Monday. I'll treat you to dinner after we're done, how about that?"

"good!"

Shen Mo responded with a sound of agreement, then waved and they walked away from each other.

Arriving at my usual roadside stall, before I could even speak, the owner had already grabbed a metal ladle. "The usual?"

"Same as always, make the fried rice a little drier!"

Shen Mo smiled. This was the bond that bound a man.

As long as it's delicious and cheap enough, you can eat it forever, until the company goes out of business.

The boss swung the wok until it was smoking, quickly frying two servings of egg fried rice with pork tenderloin and ham, and two servings of stir-fried rice noodles with cured pork and ham.

Shen Mo carried the bag and went to the small supermarket to buy a large bucket of iced black tea comparable to "Guojiao" (a famous Chinese liquor brand), then returned to his dormitory.

"Dinner's ready!"

"Awoo!"

Lu Wenbin, Yuan Hua, and the others transformed into hungry wolves and pounced.

Shen Mo returned to his seat, opened the Woshou.com backend, and saw that the number of registered merchants was 1145, while the number of registered users was 1577.

For a platform that has zero investment in marketing and relies entirely on lectures, QQ groups, and online forums for promotion, this growth rate is already quite astonishing.

In particular, the daily order volume reached 3893, with an average of 3.4 orders per person, and the platform's turnover exceeded 6000 yuan, reaching 6618.1 yuan.

After splitting the profits 60/40 and deducting miscellaneous costs, the net income per day exceeds 3500 yuan.

Once the new user acquisition campaign goes live, Woshou.com's various metrics will experience a dramatic surge, and a monthly income of 10 yuan will be a certainty.

Shen Mo began to plan the next stage. Before recruiting and expanding his team, he first needed to register a company.

I did a quick search online and found that, according to the current Company Law, the minimum registered capital for a limited liability company is 3 yuan.

The initial investment must be no less than 20%, with the remainder to be paid in full within two years, meaning a minimum of 6000 yuan is required.

As a result, the plan changed.

Shen Mo originally wanted to do it all at once, establishing both a holding company and an operating company, just like ByteDance and Douyin.

As the top-level structure of the entire group, ByteDance is responsible for equity holding, financing, strategic planning, and incubating new businesses.

For now, we can only set up the shell of the holding company first. Once we have the money, we can register the operating entity and put the specific business in it.

Just as he was thinking about what name to give the company, Yuan Hua suddenly said something.

"Brother Mo, what did you and Du Manqing do today?"

"Let's talk about Taobao stores, look at design drafts, and give some suggestions..."

Shen Mo took a bite of fried rice and a sip of iced tea.

Yuan Hua was greatly surprised. "That's it? That's all we talked about this afternoon? Nothing else?"

Shen Mo rolled his eyes. "What else?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Brother Mo, just tell us the truth, what's going on with you and Dean Du getting so close lately?"

Lu Wenbin, carrying a bowl of stir-fried rice noodles, leaned closer. "You guys wouldn't happen to be... hehehe..."

Shen Mo said, "We have no issues whatsoever; we're just ordinary friends."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Yuan Hua cast a scrutinizing glance at him.

Shen Mo said, "Because your mind is full of yellow fertilizer, everything looks yellow to you."

Holy crap!

Qin Feng suddenly shouted, "Yuan Hua, are you downloading videos again? It's freezing!"

"Pah, what kind of video is this? This is study material!"

Yuan Hua remained unfazed. "If you're so capable, then don't lend me your books again!"

"No!"

Qin Feng didn't even bother slurping up his rice noodles, reciting, "My heart is as still as Aoi Sora's water, my thoughts as free as Matsushima's maple leaves..."

Just as they were getting into a playful exchange, Lu Wenbin cleared his throat, put down his chopsticks, and sat up straight.

"I think World War II should never have been fought the way it was."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hua, Qin Feng, and the others' eyes lit up instantly, as if they had been completely ignited by some mysterious force.

"If I had been allowed to defend Berlin back then..."

"If I were Liu Bei back then, I would never have fought the Battle of Yiling..."

"If I were Song Jiang, would I accept the imperial pardon? What kind of pardon would I accept!"

"We have 108 heroes, and Liangshan Marsh is a strategically important location. The Northern Song Dynasty, that useless bunch, has tried to conquer it time and time again but failed."

"What's the point of seeking peace? If I fail to achieve my lofty ambitions one day, I'll dare laugh at Huang Chao for not being a true man!"

They argued heatedly, their faces flushed and spittle flying, while Shen Mo grinned. Sure enough, when a bunch of men get together, they automatically come up with a new idea.

My gaze fell on the computer screen, and I subconsciously typed out the two characters "Lingyun." They looked pleasing to the eye and sounded pleasant to the ear.

It should be noted that when he was young, he had great ambitions and was once considered to be the best in the world.