mesbooks Chapter 39: You can't blame your hairstyle for being ugly; the first collaboration is achieved!
Chapter 39: You can't blame your hairstyle for being ugly; the first collaboration is achieved!
Lin Bei had barely hung up the phone for a minute when a text message came in.
He glanced at the address, then waved and hailed a taxi on the side of the road.
"Driver, I need to go to XXX Road."
The driver didn't say anything, but simply turned on the meter.
Lin Bei opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened his seatbelt.
The driver stepped on the gas, and the car began to move forward quickly.
……
A dozen minutes later.
Old Gao sat in the barber chair with his eyes closed, a pile of loose hair scattered on the barber's apron.
The barber stood behind him, held up a mirror, looked at himself from behind, and smiled: "It's done, absolutely perfect."
Old Gao slowly opened his eyes.
In the mirror, a stranger was sitting.
The hair on both sides was shaved clean, leaving only a short layer on top.
This is completely different from what Lao Gao just gestured to the barber.
Moreover, his face was already dark, with high cheekbones and a short chin, and his previous fluffy curly hair at least distracted some of the visual focus.
Now that it's all shaved short, all the features on my face are like they're being directly illuminated by a spotlight, with every angle exposed.
Old Gao pulled the apron in front of him closer to his face, not daring to look directly into the mirror.
"Master, do you think it looks good?"
"It looks great," the hairdresser replied readily.
Old Gao asked, unwilling to give up, "Don't you think it's ugly?"
The barber put down the mirror, patted the stray hairs on his shoulder, and said in a flat tone, "Brother, your ugliness has nothing to do with your hairstyle."
Old Gao fell silent after hearing this.
He regretted it.
I shouldn't have acted impulsively just now.
Lin Bei looks handsome with short hair because he was already handsome to begin with.
He looks bad with short hair because he was already ugly to begin with!
Song Qingning had just clearly told him this truth.
He didn't believe it and insisted on experiencing it for himself.
Now that I've experienced it, the conclusion is the same.
If a person is good-looking, they will look good even with a shaved head.
The reverse is also true.
Old Gao was on the verge of tears and decided to buy a hat to wear when he went out later.
Anyway, hair will grow back in two months.
……
The taxi drove for nearly forty minutes, turning from the main road in the city onto a suburban highway.
The tall buildings on both sides of the road gradually decreased, and were replaced by some gray factories and warehouses.
Finally, it stopped in front of a row of factory buildings with tiles on the walls.
Lin Bei got out of the car, looked up, and saw the sign hanging next to the gate.
The factory area was larger than he had imagined, with three rows of factory buildings, their exterior walls painted white, though some parts had turned yellow.
Two trucks were parked in the yard, and people were loading cargo boxes onto them.
The sound of sewing machines in the workshop was so loud that it could be heard across the yard.
Lin Bei went inside and told the doorman that he had made an appointment with Boss Wu.
The security guard pointed him in the direction of the office building.
Lin Bei went up to the second floor and found that the door to an office at the end of the corridor was open.
He walked to the door and saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting behind the desk inside.
The man had a buzz cut and wore a dark blue polo shirt. There were two rows of sample garments and several order forms on the table.
"Knock knock knock!" Lin Bei raised his hand and knocked on the door frame.
Mr. Wu looked up and saw a boy of about eighteen or nineteen standing at the door.
My initial reaction was to be stunned for a moment.
He put down the order form in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and glanced at Lin Bei.
White shirt, short hair, standing straight, steady gaze.
The man looked young, but he stood there without the slightest sign of unease, unlike those fresh graduates who would wander around the office as soon as they entered.
"Are you Mr. Lin who just called?" Boss Wu stood up and extended his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Wu, my name is Lin Bei." Lin Bei shook hands with him, the pressure just right.
Mr. Wu invited him to sit down and had his assistant pour him two cups of tea.
Lin Bei didn't waste any words and directly stated his purpose for coming.
He wants to open an online store, not a physical store, and sell all his goods online. He needs to find a manufacturer that can supply him long-term, guaranteeing stable quality and fair prices at wholesale prices. He will be responsible for sales and promotion.
Lin Bei also mentioned that he doesn't just sell products from one factory; he will gradually expand his product range in the future.
But for the first batch of goods, he was willing to get them from Boss Wu, just to test the waters.
After listening to Lin Bei's explanation, Boss Wu remained silent for a while.
He looked Lin Bei up and down, his eyes scrutinizing him.
But it was more of an accident.
This young man speaks very clearly and logically, and when he talks about his online store operation strategy, it doesn't sound like he's just making empty promises.
From sourcing to inventory to delivery cycle, everything has been taken into account, and he also mentioned some things he had heard of but didn't quite understand.
Mr. Wu had received many young people who came to discuss cooperation before. Most of them would start by saying, "Let's do something big together," but when asked how they would do it, they couldn't say anything.
Lin Bei is different from those people.
Mr. Wu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put the cup down with a slight smile on his lips.
"Mr. Lin, how old are you this year?"
"Eighteen." Lin Bei didn't hide it.
Boss Wu nodded and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice.
"I've been in this business for over ten years and I've met quite a few young men like you who come to discuss cooperation."
"Most of them want to start a clothing business, but nine and a half out of ten can't even distinguish the fabric composition."
"What you just said doesn't sound like something you learned on the spot."
He paused briefly after saying this, and then looked at Lin Bei again.
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth too."
"Although you are young, you speak and act like someone who is eighteen. You will definitely be extraordinary in the future."
"We can try a small batch first. If you like my products, we can cooperate long-term."
"I give you the same wholesale price I give to others, no discounts."
"No problem." Lin Bei stood up from his chair and extended his hand.
The two shook hands, which was considered a preliminary agreement on the cooperation.
We'll discuss the specific styles, quantities, and shipping process in a few days.
Lin Bei walked out of the office and came down the stairs.
He had just reached the factory gate and was about to take out a cigarette to light when he saw a black sedan parked in the parking space at the factory gate.
The rear door opened, and the first thing to step out was a foot wearing a white over-the-knee sock. The little leather shoe made a soft sound as it stepped on the cement ground.
Next, a girl with pigtails and wearing a plaid skirt climbed out of the car.
She bent down, took an insulated bag from the car, and turned to walk towards the office building.
After walking a few steps, he turned back and complained to the old man who had just gotten out of the car.
"Grandpa, you're lying."
"It's been several days, and we haven't even seen a trace of the young man you said saved you."
"I used to say he was very handsome and that I would invite him to dinner in a few days, but I forgot to ask for his phone number."
The old man, leaning on his cane, slowly got out of the car, a hint of helplessness on his face. He tapped his cane on the ground as he leaned on it.
"That day was so sudden, Grandpa was just catching his breath, he didn't even remember to ask for the phone."
"But don't worry, Grandpa said he'd treat him to a meal and he definitely will. I'll have someone ask around later."