Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

"Mr. Lin, you've arrived!"

Lin Bei opened the car door and got out, looking around at the factory interior.

The workshop was filled with rows of sewing machines, the floor was swept clean, and the fabrics were stacked neatly, a much better sight than when I last visited.

He nodded slightly, which was a form of affirmation.

"Hmm, not bad."

"The hygiene has improved since my first visit."

Wang Teng nodded and bowed repeatedly, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead, which he wiped with his sleeve.

"You're right, you're right!"

"Since your last visit to the factory, our productivity and image have improved significantly."

"I followed your instructions and reorganized the workshop. The workers now have to eat outside; they can no longer eat in the workshop."

"The fire escape routes have also been cleared."

As he spoke, he quickly extended his hand in a "please" gesture, his chubby face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Look at the mess I've made. Let's not stand here. Let's go inside the office, enjoy the air conditioning, and have some tea."

"It's hot outside, don't let yourself get sunburned."

Lin Bei nodded slightly and invited the others to follow him into the office.

The office wasn't big, but it was kept fairly clean.

An old-fashioned solid wood desk, a few rattan chairs, and an old air conditioner standing in the corner, humming and blowing out cold air.

Wang Teng quickly brewed a cup of tea for each of them, using specially prepared high-quality tea, not daring to be negligent.

Then he stood obediently beside Lin Bei, waiting for him to speak, looking just like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

Lin Bei took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

"A-Teng, have someone bring over all the clothing samples."

"Oh, right..."

"Are there any female office workers or anything like that in the factory? I'd like them to model the clothes for me."

Wang Teng scratched his head, picking at the sparse hair on his forehead with his fingers, looking somewhat unnatural.

"Mr. Lin, the previous female clerks have all left, and now I'm handling all the factory affairs."

"As you know, young people don't like working in factories; they find it boring."

"I'm handling everything on my own; I even keep the accounts myself."

Lin Bei shook his head helplessly.

"Alright then, have someone bring the clothes over first."

Wang Teng nodded his chubby face, then turned and left the office.

No sooner had he left than Thirteen Sister and Ailian couldn't resist coming over out of curiosity.

They are women after all, and clothing is to them what a cat toy is to a cat—it has a natural attraction.

Ailian, in particular, had bright, sparkling eyes, looking eager to try.

Thirteen Sister looked out the window at the busy production workshop and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Bei, what exactly are you talking about regarding clothing?"

"Why all the secrecy?"

"You haven't said a word the whole way, which has really piqued our interest."

Ailian pouted and chimed in.

"That's right, that's right."

"What kind of clothing is it that we have to come to the factory to see for ourselves?"

Lin Bei took a sip of tea and smiled mysteriously.

"These outfits are how our bars and nightclubs attract customers."

"You'll find out soon enough."

"I guarantee you'll be shocked when you see this."

His words piqued the interest of both women, who exchanged a glance, their curiosity growing even stronger.

A moment later, Fatty Wang came in panting, carrying more than a dozen bags of clothes. The plastic bags rattled, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

He put the bag on the sofa and wiped his sweat.

"Mr. Lin, all the styles you ordered are here."

"We've already stocked quite a bit of these dozen or so items. If you want them, we can deliver them today."

"I've prepared everything in the warehouse."

Lin Bei nodded slightly, then gestured with his chin towards Huo Baoming and the other men.

"Amin, Yaowen, you two go out for a stroll with Ateng first."

"Ailian, take these clothes and try them on one by one in the restroom."

Huo Baoming and Yaowen exchanged a glance, both of them incredibly curious but too afraid to ask any more questions, and nodded in response.

"Yes, Brother Bei."

They followed Wang Teng out, closing the office door behind them.

A few people wandered aimlessly around the garment factory, watching the workers operate the sewing machines, while secretly wondering what treasures were inside those bags.

Lin Bei stood up, walked to the window, and pulled down the office blinds one by one. The metal blades made a crisp sound as they collided, completely blocking out all outside views.

Only the three of them remained in the office.

"Go."

He nodded to Ailian.

Ailian obediently picked up a set of clothes, went into the bathroom, and closed the door.

One minute later, the bathroom door opened.

Ailian walked out with a flushed face, her hands unconsciously tugging at her skirt, her whole body twisting and turning, even the roots of her ears burning red.

"Brother Bei, why did you make me wear this kind of clothes?!"

She bit her lip, her voice a mixture of shame and annoyance.

Thirteen Sister stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape, and she swallowed hard, finally managing to utter a single sentence after a long pause.

"Holy crap..."

Lin Bei looked him up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and with a confident smile on his face, began to explain.

"The outfit Ailian chose is called 'Sexy Nurse'."

"A pink, super short nurse's skirt, the hem of which just covers the top of the thighs, paired with a nurse's cap, a stethoscope tied around the waist, and eye-catching white suspender stockings."

"Then we can use syringe-shaped flasks or shot glasses to create an interactive injection scenario with customers. This is definitely a great way to attract customers to bars through role-playing."

He spoke eloquently, and every point he made precisely hit the aesthetic points of male customers.

Thirteen Sister gave a thumbs up, her expression so excited she almost jumped off her chair.

"Brother Bei, your idea is brilliant!"

"Who the hell can handle this?"

"I can't wait to see what the rest of the outfits will look like!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't give Ailian a chance to catch her breath. She picked up all the remaining dozen or so bags on the sofa, pushed Ailian back into the bathroom, and moved as swiftly as if she were seizing territory.

Over the next ten minutes or so, the bathroom door opened and closed repeatedly.

Ailian changed outfits one after another, and with each new outfit she came out, Thirteen Sister's eyes lit up a little more.

By the time the entire presentation was finished, Ailian was already panting heavily, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her hair was a little disheveled. She sat down on the sofa, panting heavily.

Thirteen Sister nodded contentedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and hugged Ailian, who was dressed in a tight leather female agent outfit, and breathed into her ear.

"Lianmei, would you be interested in making soy milk?"

"I absolutely love this one!"

Ailian shivered, goosebumps rising all over her body. She quickly pushed Thirteen Sister away and ran to Lin Bei's side like a frightened rabbit, grabbing his arm and practically clinging to him.

Lin Bei was taken aback.

The soft touch on his arm caused his mind to briefly short-circuit for a moment.

What are you doing?

Why did you charge at someone while carrying the ball?

Ailian playfully stuck out her little pink tongue and rubbed her face against his arm with a grin.

"I don't want to grind soybeans with you."

"I want a hunky guy like Brother Bei to give me a good beating!"