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"What's up?" Ding Jiahe and Zhang Yunxia both turned to look at Ye Wenxi.

Ye Wenxi put down her chopsticks and straightened her expression: "I want to establish my own label."

"A brand?" Zhang Yunxia paused for a moment. "Is it like Warrior brand?"

"Yes!" Ye Wenxi nodded.

She leaned back and began to explain her thoughts:

"Only by establishing our own brand and brand recognition can we effectively prevent counterfeiting. We can't catch all counterfeits by ourselves alone. We can't rely on policies and laws either."

Ding Jiahe listened attentively, and Zhang Yunxia also put down her chopsticks.

"Since we're targeting the high-end market, only by quickly establishing our brand can we generate greater value," Ye Wenxi said, looking at the two of them with a serious tone.

"Imagine, at the same price, if you bought a counterfeit product, what would the consumer think?"

"They'll be furious! They should go after whoever sold it," Ding Jiahe blurted out.

"That's right." Ye Wenxi nodded. "So, if we do a good job of anti-counterfeiting in advance and repeatedly inform consumers, genuine products will automatically become the standard, and counterfeit products will not be bought and will naturally not survive."

"Bang—!"

Zhang Yunxia slammed her hand on the table.

"That's a great move! Oh, Xiao Ye, you made the right decision! I was even thinking of coming back to help you catch them."

"How could we possibly catch them all?" Ding Jiahe pouted.

"Then... how can we help?" Zhang Yunxia leaned closer, looking very serious.

Ye Wenxi put down his chopsticks and began to speak slowly:

"During my time in Harbin, I've actually been busy with ordering custom fabrics."

"One of the textile factories has relented. They've agreed to produce exclusive fabrics for us, but we need to sign an 'exclusivity agreement,' and the minimum order quantity is quite large."

"What is an exclusivity agreement?" Zhang Yunxia asked, frowning.

"This thing is only for us to use; no one else can buy it," Ye Wenxi explained.

Zhang Yunxia's eyes lit up, and she slapped her thigh:

"That's great! If someone counterfeits this fabric, does that mean it's the factory's fault? They'll have to take responsibility too, right?"

"Yes!" Ye Wenxi nodded. "We need to learn to leverage others' strengths."

She paused, then continued:

"But this is only the first step. After the fabric is finalized, I also plan to make anti-counterfeiting labels. Every garment will have a mark so that people can recognize it as ours at a glance."

"Anti-counterfeiting label?" Ding Jiahe was taken aback.

"Yes. Embroider a label or make a mark, the kind that no one can copy."

Ye Wenxi looked at her, his tone becoming serious:

"When we get back, I'll discuss this with Aunt Li. The needlework techniques and pattern rules must be kept secret; only we family members should know them."

Ding Jiahe nodded, her eyes shining.

Ye Wenxi continued:

"Once all that's settled, we'll need to ramp up our advertising. I've already secured a booth at the department store, and we'll be holding regular events there. We also need to keep an eye on things in the newspapers so more people know about us."

"In addition, there is customized packaging, standardized professional delivery, and fixed customization windows..."

Ye Wenxi got excited as he spoke, listing his future plans and ideas for implementation one by one.

As Zhang Yunxia listened, her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and she couldn't stop smiling.

"oops....."

She couldn't help but sigh, her lips trembling slightly. She didn't say anything, just kept smiling, looking at Ye Wenxi and then at Ding Jiahe.

Upon hearing this, Ding Jiahe was stunned and speechless for a long time, looking at Ye Wenxi's radiant face with longing.

Ye Wenxi picked up her cup, took a sip of water, and then picked up her chopsticks to take a piece of cold dish:

"You two will have to get involved in these things from now on."

Ding Jiahe was also taken aback, pointing to herself: "I can participate too?"

"Nonsense." Ye Wenxi rolled her eyes at her. "You want to eat for free and not do any work?"

Ding Jiahe leaned closer with a grin:

"Then... tell me more, and I'll see what I can do."

"No rush, we can't finish talking in a short time. Let's eat first, and then we'll talk."

Ye Wenxi waved her hand, then picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it into Lu Weidong's bowl.

"Yes, let's eat first." Zhang Yunxia also put a piece of roast chicken on Zhang Xiangyang's plate.

Ding Jiahe picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and took a bite.

His eyes lit up instantly.

"This is delicious! Xiangyang, you should try some!"

She stuffed the meat into Zhang Xiangyang's mouth. The little guy chewed a couple of times and mumbled something indistinctly:

"More!"

Zhang Yunxia smiled and picked up a piece of her chopsticks for him.

Ding Jiahe picked up another piece of smoked chicken, chewing as she said:

"Let me tell you, this time I'm going to have a good look around. I'm not from Harbin, and I've only been here twice before, both times for business, so I never had time to relax."

She swallowed, her eyes sparkling.

"You guys have to show me around properly this time! Central Street, the Songhua River, and that church—we have to go to all of them!"

Ye Wenxi picked up some food and said slowly:

"Sure, I'll be your tour guide for the next couple of days."

Zhang Xiangyang, holding up a spoon, shouted, "I want to go too!"

"Go, go, all of you go." Zhang Yunxia smiled and patted his head.

The group of people at the table devoured their food, and Zhang Xiangyang rubbed his belly and hummed contentedly, his little face full of satisfaction.

"I'll go pay the bill, you guys chat a bit longer." Lu Weidong stood up and picked up his coat.

"Okay, go ahead~" Ye Wenxi waved to him.

After finishing their meal, the group strolled around the streets for a while.

Central Street was almost closed, with only a few shops still lit up. Ding Jiahe peered through the windows, wanting to catch a glimpse of everything.

"It's closing down already?" she asked, looking disappointed.

Ye Wenxi linked arms with her and said with a smile:

"It's alright, I'll come with you again tomorrow. Go back now and get some rest."

Ding Jiahe pouted and nodded.

The group walked back, their shadows stretched long by the streetlights.

On the way back, Ding Jiahe looked out the window, her expression somewhat dazed.

Her dream was to have a job she loved in a big city, but she never expected it to come true in this way.

Ye Wenxi is willing to accept herself, but she also has to do something; she can't just wait. She has to find her own value.

"Come over for breakfast tomorrow morning," Ye Wenxi suddenly said.

"Huh? To your house?" Ding Jiahe was taken aback.

"Yes, my mom wants to talk to you." Ye Wenxi paused. "She used to be a military doctor, and later became the head of surgery at a hospital. She's retired now."

Ding Jiahe paused, then turned to look at Lu Weidong, who was driving. Ye Wenxi must be referring to her mother-in-law.

"Come on, we've talked to my mom. If you're willing, we can recommend you to work at the military hospital," Lu Weidong said casually as he drove. "But it's up to you whether you choose to stay at the clothing company or continue practicing medicine."

"Oh, thank you," Ding Jiahe said softly.

She glanced at Ye Wenxi secretly, knowing perfectly well that Ye Wenxi was definitely the one who arranged this.

Otherwise, it's just Lu Weidong alone? Heh...

"There's one more thing, we're going to have two Ding Jiahes," Ye Wenxi said quietly.

"Huh?" Ding Jiahe and Zhang Yunxia exclaimed at the same time.

"I'm recruiting design assistants at the art academy. I met one who's quite capable, and I've arranged to chat with her tomorrow at noon. There's a high chance she'll join us." Ye Wenxi leaned back in her chair, arms crossed.

"Her name is also Ding Jiahe, exactly the same as yours." Ye Wenxi turned her head and looked at Ding Jiahe.

"Huh?...How will we tell each other apart from now on?" Ding Jiahe asked, bewildered.

"Big Ding and Little Ding?" Ye Wenxi turned his head and asked tentatively.

Ding Jiahe: "........."

Ding Jiahe: "Why should I be called Big Ding? Listen to it yourself, does it sound nice?"

Zhang Yunxia covered her mouth and laughed, pointing at Ding Jiahe:

"So, your name is Xiao Ding, and her name is Xiao He."

Ding Jiahe then nodded:

"That works."