Chapter 91

"Thank you, Qinjie." Long Tianjun nodded slightly at Sikong Suqin.

He also knew that if it weren't for Sikong Suqin's intervention, his head might have already turned to mush. Now, his legs were still trembling, and the thought of it made him scared. He felt he owed Sikong Suqin a great favor.

Sikong Suqin smiled faintly, glanced at the bathroom, and asked Meng Zidan, "What exactly happened?"

Meng Zidan smiled bitterly and said, "It was really a misunderstanding. He is my close friend Ning Lan's boyfriend. Ning Lan has come to my place many times, and he is also the bodyguard and driver of Qiaoyun, the general manager of Minghua Group. He came to the annual meeting with Qiaoyun and somehow got something on him, so he asked me for the key to take a shower. I just got back, and then Long Tianjun came. Seeing him in a bathrobe, he misunderstood."

The meaning was roughly the same, but he still held back a bit. He couldn't say that he had come to accuse Lin Zixian of having an affair, right?

There are so many rooms in the entire hotel, why did he have to take a shower in your room? Long Tianjun's face turned grim. He didn't say whether he believed it or not, but he turned and left without a word, leaving a loud slam of the door, clearly not believing it.

"Believe it or not." Lin Zixian opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, waving at the few people and said, "I'm leaving! You guys chat slowly, so as not to make others jealous."

"Lin Zixian."

The voice was clear and melodious, not from Meng Zidan, but from Sikong Suqin, who had clearly remembered the name when Meng Zidan mentioned it.

Lin Zixian turned around and couldn't help but look up and down at Sikong Suqin, who was wearing a blue dress. He inwardly praised, thinking that heaven had truly favored this woman, who was indeed beautiful. Especially at this age, the charm that had settled over the years pushed a woman's beauty to its peak, combined with her stunning looks, making her seem like a fairy from legend.

"You are the top beauty, Sikong Suqin? Indeed beautiful!" Lin Zixian turned and looked at her boldly.

"It's just flattery from people in the circle." Sikong Suqin smiled faintly. She was used to such compliments, but she was slightly surprised that the other person's gaze, though bold, was purely like looking at a beautiful flower, without any other intentions.

She secretly evaluated that this person not only had good skills but also a mysterious background. Why had she never heard of him before?

She extended her hand and said, "It's our first meeting. I wonder if Mr. Lin would do me the honor of sitting down and chatting?"

"Being invited by a beauty like you is my honor." Lin Zixian returned to the living room, stepping over the mess on the floor and pointed, "Meng Zidan, all this was smashed by your husband, don't blame it on me. I'm already afraid of being extorted by you."

Sikong Suqin, who followed behind, said, "When did Zidan learn to extort people?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense. I took some of his money, but I used it all for his business, and even lost some. He still complains."

Meng Zidan's nagging made Lin Zixian frown. "How's the shop preparation going? You said half a month, and it's been so long. I feel embarrassed when I see people."

He had asked Tong Yinan to close the shop and told her it would be ready in half a month. Now, it was almost a month, and he felt embarrassed seeing Tong Yinan. Although she didn't say anything, she must be anxious. After all, she needed to support her family. She didn't ask because he had helped her with Tong Feifei, and he didn't want to directly support her financially.

Sikong Suqin sat across from Lin Zixian, looking at the two curiously, not knowing what they were up to.

Meng Zidan served tea and said, "Think about the conditions you set for opening the shop. Who has ever seen a business that guarantees no loss? I forgot to tell you, I changed your clothing store into a tailor shop. It's still selling clothes, but a tailor shop is easier to make money."

"A tailor shop?" Lin Zixian was stunned. Could Tong Yinan make clothes? He laughed helplessly, "No way! A tailor shop is easier to make money?"

"Of course. We're going for a high-end route, custom-making clothes for the rich. The profit margin is high, and the risk of loss is low."

"Is that realistic?"

"Of course it is." Meng Zidan pointed at Sikong Suqin, "Ask Sister Qin, when does she wear branded clothes? The truly wealthy don't care about brands; they have custom-made clothes that fit them best. They don't want a conspicuous brand label on their clothes. They don't need brands to show their status; wearing brands is like advertising for the brand. Their status is often more valuable than the brand. Only nouveau riche wear so-called international brands."

Lin Zixian nodded silently, realizing he had overlooked this before.

Meng Zidan continued, "You don't need to worry about other issues. The shop is already renovated, and the fashion designers are ready. We are now importing the best fabrics from around the world, which takes the most time. Once the goods are in, we can open. For management, I've found a specialist to teach her, and once she's fully trained, she'll manage it herself."

The 'her' was naturally Tong Yinan. Lin Zixian looked at Meng Zidan gratefully and asked, "This shop must cost a lot, right?"

"It doesn't cost that much, but the money you left with me is far from enough. But as your boss, you should be able to afford it, so I made the decision for you." Meng Zidan counted on her fingers, "This kind of shop doesn't need to be in a bustling area, so the rent isn't too expensive. It's three floors, about 1,000 square meters. The rent is 50 yuan per square meter per day, 50,000 yuan per day for 1,000 square meters, 1.5 million yuan per month, and 18 million yuan per year. The renovation cost 19 million yuan, and various sewing equipment cost 5 million yuan. The fixed annual salary for the tailors is 12 million yuan, plus a commission of 1% of the profit from each sold garment. The first batch of the best fabrics from around the world, including shipping, cost about 33 million yuan. Other miscellaneous expenses are not counted, so the total is 87 million yuan. Reserving some working capital, the total investment is 90 million yuan. The shop name is 'Lin's Tailor Shop.'"

"90 million yuan?" Lin Zixian sucked in a breath and exclaimed, "Meng Zidan, are you sure you're opening a tailor shop? Are you sure you can make money?"

He hadn't been involved in this business before. In his impression, tailor shops in China were just a sewing machine and a tape measure. Hearing this, he was shocked. Even if he had money, he wouldn't waste it like this! It was true that the rich could casually spend nearly 100 million on a small project, but his money was hard-earned, and it would be painful to spend it like this.

"Don't be so surprised!" Meng Zidan rolled her eyes, "Why can't it make money? Ask Sister Qin, how many of her formal outfits cost less than 100,000 yuan? The one she's wearing now, though simple, costs no less than 500,000 yuan."

Lin Zixian looked at Sikong Suqin, who sipped her tea and smiled, implicitly agreeing.

"What kind of people are you! For the wealthy, spending tens of thousands of yuan on a piece of clothing is like us spending a dollar, no big deal. But are there many people like you who would spend tens of thousands of yuan on a piece of clothing?" Lin Zixian smiled bitterly.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand business. Don't underestimate the generosity of the wealthy in China. As long as it's worth it, people who spend 100,000 yuan on a piece of clothing are common. 100,000 yuan is nothing to the wealthy. Let me break it down for you: the initial plan is to sell two sets of clothes per day. Quality is more important than quantity. Over 365 days, that's 730 sets of clothes. Just the wealthy in Donghai can easily consume this much, with no pressure. Each piece of clothing from Lin's Tailor Shop costs at least 100,000 yuan. Even at the lowest price, the annual gross income is 73 million yuan. In two years, you can easily recoup your investment and make a profit." Meng Zidan shrugged easily.

Selling only two sets of clothes a day wasn't much. Lin Zixian scratched his head, still skeptical, "A tailor shop no one has heard of, with a minimum price of 100,000 yuan per piece, doesn't seem very realistic."

"That's the key." Meng Zidan chuckled, "For others, such a price might not be appropriate. But for you, Lin Zixian, it's not a problem. For example, if you say something nice to me, I wouldn't mind ordering two sets of clothes from your shop to help you build your reputation. Of course, if you can convince the top beauty and general manager of Minghua Group, Qiaoyun, to order clothes from your shop, 100,000 yuan per piece is nothing. If you can convince another person, making a profit in a year is not a problem, and selling two sets of clothes a day would be too easy. You might even struggle to keep up with the demand, as you're going for a high-end route, and shoddy work won't do."

Lin Zixian's eyes gradually brightened, curious, "Who?"

"Find out yourself." Meng Zidan said irritably, seemingly annoyed by his lack of insight.

Lin Zixian was still puzzled, but Sikong Suqin was smiling bitterly. Others might not understand, but she did. She put down her teacup and said, "If Mr. Lin's tailor shop really opens, please let me know. I will definitely support it."

"Uh..." Lin Zixian was stunned, then suddenly realized, "Of course! With the top beauty, Sikong Suqin, advertising, those wealthy women will flock to the shop. It would be hard for the tailor shop not to make money."

"That's a great thank you." Lin Zixian rubbed his hands excitedly.

He knew that whether it was Sikong Suqin, Qiaoyun, or Meng Zidan, these people wouldn't do advertising even if someone offered them 100 million yuan. It wasn't about the money but their status. As Meng Zidan said, they wouldn't wear branded clothes, let alone advertise for them.

But he was still puzzled, "Meng Zidan, if it can make money, why don't you do it yourself?"