That's too exaggerated!
While three hundred million was pocket change for the Rong family or the Rothschilds, it was an astronomical sum for ordinary people.
In an era where most families earned between 100,000 and 200,000 annually, that was a vast amount.
She furrowed her brow slightly. "Why can't it be mid-to-high end?"
"Parent-child sets, three sets, priced at 1999, wouldn't that work?"
Charles's expression froze slightly. "Uh..."
Miss Du, for someone of your status and position, doesn't 1999 seem too cheap?
Besides, they hired Du Ruoxin as their spokesperson precisely because of her identity as the mistress of the Rong family and adopted daughter of the Rothschilds. As long as the two families leveraged their influence, selling a thousand parent-child sets at two million for three sets would easily meet the KPI, even leading to a shortage.
The parties could also strengthen their cooperation later.
"I'm afraid... it won't quite work," Charles said with difficulty. "We're going for luxury, high-end."
"If the price is too low, the effect might not be good."
"If it doesn't sell, if there's no sales, there's no point in doing this."
Du Ruoxin knew what Charles and the others were planning. They had spent a day discussing and strategizing yesterday. She hadn't spoken up because she wasn't sure if she would participate.
Since she had decided to participate, her ideas had to be followed.
"Why wouldn't it sell?" Du Ruoxin retorted. "Or, can we ask Mr. Wang to design another business model?"
Charles shook his head. Selling affordable clothing for hundreds of millions or billions was undoubtedly wishful thinking!
Colliding outfits was something that both the wealthy and the middle class detested.
Who would want to go out and see identical clothes everywhere?
There would definitely be no sales!
Even if there were, it wouldn't be a hit. A small profit held no attraction for Charles.
"Miss Du..." he tried to persuade her.
But Du Ruoxin had made up her mind and interrupted, "Call Mr. Wang first. We'll talk again when Caroline arrives."
Charles wanted to say more, but for some reason, looking at Du Ruoxin's serene and calm demeanor, he felt an inexplicable urge to obey.
Perhaps this was the aura of the elite?
"Alright," he said, standing up. "I'll make the call."
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Caroline was dragged into the stairwell by Qin Yunxi and pinned against the wall.
As the motion-sensor light flickered on, she could clearly see the gloom on the man's face.
Caroline smiled faintly, placing a hand on his chest. "What's wrong? Did Master Qin take the wrong medicine?"
Took, the, wrong, medicine?!
Qin Yunxi cupped her chin, his voice low and laced with danger. "Caroline, are you playing with me?"
Caroline: ...
This man's reaction time was a bit slow!
How long had it been since the incident? And he was only just thinking of finding her?
After returning from the sea last time, Qin Yunxi hadn't called her again. She had also been busy during this period, so they had had no contact.
"What do you mean?" Caroline asked, her large eyes gazing at him, feigning ignorance. "Master Qin is such a figure, can I play with you casually?"
Qin Yunxi's gaze faltered.
She had merely set him up with a few women; was that any reason for him to get angry?
Feeling a sense of frustration, as if he had eaten a bitter herb and couldn't speak, Qin Yunxi also felt his reaction was somewhat inexplicable.
But this woman was truly detestable!
"You're the first woman to dare set up escorts for me!" he gritted out.
Caroline couldn't help but lift her eyebrows. "Should I say I'm honored?"
Qin Yunxi felt disgusted and, in a fit of pique, directly kissed her.